“Tristan,” she moans as her back starts to arch.
“Don’t come yet. I’m not finished watching you.” I don’t stop my assault on her pussy but I use my free hand to smear more paint onto her body with my fingers, leaving bright blue marks anywhere I can reach.
My cock is hard between my legs, screaming for attention, but this isn’t about me. This is for her. Only for her.
She sighs.
“Do that again. Please. Touch me with your hands.”
The blue dips into the red. I see red when I’m near her. Red represents the color of possession, the color of heat, the color of…
It makes a deeper purple than the muted hue of the first brush stroke. My fingers slide up to the base of her breast and climb the peak. I dance around her puckered nipple while the brush is eliciting a new color all its own.
Her cries of pleasure are burned into my brain. I’ll never forget the way they sound. I’ve witnessed greatness, heard masterpieces played in front of me. It all pales in comparison to what I’m seeing right here, right now, in my studio.
“Don’t stop,” she begs.
“Never,” I tell her before altering my position enough to press my lips to hers, while continuing to pleasure her with the paintbrush.
My Petal moans softly against me as my chase for her pleasure becomes nearly as frantic as her own. My restraint is breaking. As our lips meld over and over again, I retreat to the space where I can feel her body squeezing my cock, taking all that it has to offer and more. With those thoughts in my head. I do a thing I never do. Beg.
I exhale. “God Petal. Come for me please.”
As if waiting for my command, she throws her arms around my neck, holding on to me for dear life and begins to tremble.
“Ohhhhhhhhh my God!” she screams, louder than I heard her the night I took her in her bedroom and fuck if it doesn’t send fucking chills all over my body.
With my forearm propping me up beside her, I cradle her into myself and drop the paintbrush on the floor, replacing it only with my hands—soothing and petting her pussy—helping her ride this wave as long as possible.
She’s breathing heavy against my chest but then finally looks up at me for the briefest of moments before she shutters and arches her body outward, coming for the second time.
“Where… did… you… come… from?” she asks when she finally goes limp in my arms.
I’ve never, not even once, in my life felt the way that I do right now. It’s becoming dangerously clear that I’d do anything for this woman.
Anything at all.
Christ, I’m in trouble.
Chapter 15
Tristan
Where work used to be my solace, my escape, when I couldn’t be in the studio or inside one of my usual conquests, this was where I craved to be. It occupied my mind and allowed me to focus on an area of my life that I liked to nurture.
But now with Nora in my life, all I can think about is finishing my day here and getting back to a place where we can be alone together.
Especially on the days she is not here with me.
Days like today.
I’m itching to touch her, itching to hold her and talk to her. I’ve got it bad for her, and I’m not ashamed of it.
“Tristan?” a voice calls from my doorway and I look up to see Adrianna standing there. “Do you have a moment?”
“Yes, of course, come on in.” Adrianna takes a couple of careful steps in and closes the door behind her. She looks around the room before looking at me once more. “Is something wrong?”
“I guess I’m shocked you’re alone. I’ve seen Miss Morgan coming and going nearly every day. Will she be dropping by later?”
“She has a field trip of sorts today for her level two art history seminar. Fields was taking them to the Egyptian exhibit on loan from Cairo. I’m not sold that she’ll take much from it for how dry his dissections are.”
“Is that your academic opinion or something else, Tristan?”
I sit back in my seat, leaning to a more reclined position and tilting my head. “What is that supposed to mean? Why would I be giving you anything other than my academic opinion?”
“Let’s not beat around the bush here, all right?” She pulls the chair at the front of my desk back giving full clearance to sit opposite me. “You know why I’m here and why I’m asking the questions I’m asking.”
“You have me at a disadvantage because I have no idea what you’re referring to.”
Even though I have a relatively good idea, I won’t let her know that.
“Miss Morgan is your new TA, is she? Funny that I only just found out.”
“So I circumvented the traditional route. Is that what’s got you in a twist? I saw someone I liked and I acted on it.”
“Saw someone you liked. Interesting choice of words. I have a feeling your interests in this girl are not strictly academically driven.”
“What are your reasons, specifically, for feeling this way? Because, if my thoughts are correct, I’ve given you no indication that something is out of the ordinary between Nora and I.”
I do not enjoy lying to Adrianna. She is like a mother to me, but I promised I’d protect Nora in every way, and if lying has to be done, it has to be done.
“I know how you value your privacy. Miss Morgan, Nora, was in here without supervision and given a free hand. I’ve watched you in class with her. You’re challenging, but not an arse. You are an arse with all your other students be it male or female. Also, I see the way she looks at you. She looks like she has something to hide. Does she?”
“How many times do I have to repeat myself? She is a gifted student with a ravenous affection for the same passions of study I have. Nora comes with a differing perspective to mine, which you always said I needed. Is it so hard to believe that I’ve taken another piece of the Griffin guide and put it in play?”
“Tristan, there’s no need in being defensive. You’re my dear friend, like my son first, and my colleague second. I will always have your best interests at heart, but sometimes I have to put one hat away and put on another. This is one of those situations. I know you very, very well, might I add, and I have one hell of an intuition.”
“You do. Better than I’ve ever seen on anyone, actually, and I’ve always appreciated that about you. But, Anna, you’re out of line and wildly incorrect.”
She crosses her arms over her chest. “It’s disappointing that you still try to lie to me.”
I cross my arms to mirror her immaculate posture. “Let me make a deal with you. If there should be anything to disclose to anyone, and I’m not saying that there is, but should there be, I will bring it to you immediately and directly as a courtesy as my colleague. But also, to the one person who knows what it’s been like for me past and present. I don’t wade in the relationship pool. If I found someone exceptionally worthy, I’d want you to know about it, and for you to be happy for me.”
That seems to soften her brash exterior and she drops her arms to her sides. “You know that I would be. I’ve been telling you for years that I wish you’d settle and stop the… pussy parade.”
I widen my eyes and I swear my jaw hits the floor. “I never hear you say things like that.”