She was so beautiful in front of me, yet so wickedly sexy. The type of sexy that Eve must’ve possessed right before she told Adam to defy God and eat the apple. How could Eve be denied?
More important, how could I deny Red?
“Really?” Red giggled. “Are you just going to stand over there fixing your face into weird expressions.”
“I’m thinking over here.”
“About me?”
“Hell yes. Now that I finally have you here, I’m not sure if it’s a good idea to taste you.”
She slipped her hands up to her nipples and pinched them.
A soft, feminine moan fled her lips.
If I thought I’d been drawn to her,
now I knew,
I’d been taken,
kidnapped,
caged,
destroyed,
and all the other things that went with someone having complete power over another.
Just one slide.
All I needed was just one long slide of my cock against her flesh and I’d be a wreck. I could see it in my future. She’d already had me obsessed with her murals, then trapped to her looks, and caught by her fascinating mind.
There would be no out for me this time.
The wolf was no longer the predator. He was now a docile house dog, wagging his tail and hoping his master would hurry home.
I’m pussy whipped and I haven’t even had a sample yet.
She would make me crazy. I would slide my cock against her body, anywhere, just hungry for the simple touch of her skin. And I knew before touching her that her flesh alone would drive me insane. Bring me to explosion. Make my cock detonate white, hot, sperm all over her chest.
A dark growl left my sneering lips.
I hurried her way like a mad man, my pants falling to my ankles. I had to stop really quick, jump out of them, one leg at a time, and then continue my pace.
She held her hand out in front of her. “Wait.”
“No,” I groaned and then cleared my throat. “I mean. Okay. I can wait.”
I raised my hands and backed away, unable to trust myself any closer to her. In the end, if she didn’t want to have sex, I’d have to hold my bruised balls and drag myself away from her.
“What’s wrong?” I kept my hands up.
“Put your hands down and come over here.” She giggled. “I’m not a cop.”
“Trust me. You want me over here with my hands up.”
She laughed.
I didn’t. My cock was ready to burst through my boxer briefs. Every part of me ran numb. Blood pulsed hot through my veins and mingled with a serious adrenaline rush that probably heightened due to the excellent joint that I’d rolled.
“For some reason right now, having my hands up is keeping me focused.”
“We should talk about something, if we are going to have sex.”
My words came out in growl. “If we are?”
She covered her mouth, but couldn’t keep in the laughter. “You’re hilarious.”
My cock jerked. “That’s me, Wolf the funny guy. What do we need to talk about?”
“If we have sex, then you’re not going to be my mentor,” she said. “I don’t do business and pleasure.”
“No.” I put my hands down and prowled toward her. “I want you and your art. I need both. And you deserve the best opportunity to get your visions out there. I can give you resources in the street art game that no one else can.”
She covered her breasts with her arms. “But—”
A dark growl lodged in my throat. I worked hard to keep my madness at bay. “What?”
“I don’t mix business with pleasure,” she said again. “If we have sex, then that’s it. It’s sex. We don’t paint together.”
Why do women always have to be so goddamn complicated? Is this what real women do, talk about stuff before sex?
Clenching my jaw, I ran my fingers through my hair. “Red—”
“I just don’t want to be Wolf’s sex thing, and only known because of that.”
“You won’t be.”
“People will see it that way.”
“No one knows who I am.”
“I know.”
“No one would know that we had sex.”
“I would.”
“You’re being ridiculous,” I argued.
“Pick one, mentoring me or sex, but you can’t have both.”
“I will have both.”
“You can’t.”
Sneering, I rubbed my face with both hands. “Are you fucking serious?”
“Yes. Pick.”
Decisions. Decisions.
With only my boxer briefs covering an extremely hard cock, I put my hands down and gripped my length. “Let’s make love now, and then discuss this further tomorrow.”
“Make love? This is sex.”
“It’s more than sex, Red.”
“No, it’s not. I just met you.”
“I didn’t. I’ve been watching you for weeks.”
“That’s not really turning me on right now.”
“It should.”
“It doesn’t.”
“You know that most women would be happy to have sex with me and receive my mentoring.”
“I think most of your women have not had the bad experience of defecating where they consume food.”
“So you don’t shit where you eat. Great.” I licked my lips and gazed at her. “Do you have any idea how bad I want you? How many nights I’ve thought about you? How many days I imagined us doing what we did tonight, painting together? No, I’m not in love with you, but I’m fascinated. And couldn’t fascination breed love? Couldn’t obsession trigger something more?”