him by this evening.
A thrill of anticipation shimmied down her spine at the
possibilities that ran rampant through her mind.
Climbing off the sofa, she refreshed her beverage and poured
one for Finn. Leaving the cocktails on the smoky glass-top of the wet bar, she
strolled to the foyer, just as she heard the elevator ding. She unhooked the
security chain and pulled the door open just enough to peek up and down the
hallway to ensure her neighbors weren’t out and about. Seeing only Finn, she
yanked the door open and filled the doorway with her nearly naked body as she
propped a hip against the frame.
Finn drew up short, staring at her, a wicked grin on his
perfectly sculpted face and lust flashing in his melted-chocolate brown eyes.
“Jesus,” he said. “You could give a grown man wet dreams.”
She smiled. “How sweet of you to say.”
“Do you always answer the door in your underwear and high
heels?”
“When my air conditioner is on the fritz in the dead of
summer…yes.”
Finn whistled under his breath. “You look gorgeous, as
always.” He gave her a kiss on both cheeks, then took her in from head to toe
one more time, making her breath catch and her clit tingle. Finn had a way of
devouring her with his eyes that made her want to strip down to nothing and let
him feast on her.
“Looks like my timing is perfect,” he said. “I come bearing
a gift you’re going to want.”
“Please,” she said in a teasing voice as she crossed her
arms over her chest. “Dicks are a dime a dozen in this town. And it’s too hot
to fuck anyway.”
He chuckled. “You may change your mind about that when you
see what I brought for you.”
She’d noticed he pulled an enormous cooler-on-wheels behind
him. Her attention shifted to it.
“They let you into the elevator with that monstrosity?”
“The appropriate question is, how the hell did it fit?”
She stepped out of the way, pulling the door fully open so
Finn and his traveling ice chest could enter the condo.
“Whatever you’ve got in mind,” she said as she closed the
door behind him and followed him into the living room, “must involve something
that’s going to cool us off.”
Finn shot another sexy, wicked grin over his shoulder. “Or
steam the place up.” He winked at her.
Yvette felt that familiar flash of heat and desire Finn
sparked so easily. He was sexy in an edgy way that suggested he knew how to
fuck a girl until she was fully sated. Yet could instantly have her begging for
more, because she really couldn’t get enough of him. He had obsidian-colored
hair that was always a bit tousled, like he ran his hands through it in
contemplation while he worked. Or he’d just tumbled out of bed after a quick
romp. His eyes were warm and inviting. His smile was wickedly delicious. And
his body…. Tall, muscular and downright tempting!
They had yet to do the dirty deed, despite years of
flirting. Both she and Finn were workaholics, with little time for romance and
dating. Finn was consumed by his art, which included traditional paintings on
canvas, as well as amazingly creative body art on nude models.
His human murals were on display once a month at Body Scenes,
an exclusive nightclub and high-end art gallery that was strictly
invitation-only. Yvette had taken her newly divorced friend, Annabelle, to one
of Finn’s showings at the beginning of the summer. Finn had been minus a female
model for one of his masterpieces and Annabelle had agreed to let Finn paint
her. It’d been an erotic mural. Three men and one woman. Cocks filling
Annabelle in an arousing way that had made Yvette a tad disappointed she hadn’t
been in her friend’s place.
But Yvette had yet to acquiesce to Finn’s dozens of requests
to let him paint her. She’d been waiting for that one special idea, that flash
of inspiration that would capture her in a unique way. For Yvette, body paint
wasn’t it.
Not that she didn’t find the pieces brilliant. She just
wanted
A thrill of anticipation shimmied down her spine at the
possibilities that ran rampant through her mind.
Climbing off the sofa, she refreshed her beverage and poured
one for Finn. Leaving the cocktails on the smoky glass-top of the wet bar, she
strolled to the foyer, just as she heard the elevator ding. She unhooked the
security chain and pulled the door open just enough to peek up and down the
hallway to ensure her neighbors weren’t out and about. Seeing only Finn, she
yanked the door open and filled the doorway with her nearly naked body as she
propped a hip against the frame.
Finn drew up short, staring at her, a wicked grin on his
perfectly sculpted face and lust flashing in his melted-chocolate brown eyes.
“Jesus,” he said. “You could give a grown man wet dreams.”
She smiled. “How sweet of you to say.”
“Do you always answer the door in your underwear and high
heels?”
“When my air conditioner is on the fritz in the dead of
summer…yes.”
Finn whistled under his breath. “You look gorgeous, as
always.” He gave her a kiss on both cheeks, then took her in from head to toe
one more time, making her breath catch and her clit tingle. Finn had a way of
devouring her with his eyes that made her want to strip down to nothing and let
him feast on her.
“Looks like my timing is perfect,” he said. “I come bearing
a gift you’re going to want.”
“Please,” she said in a teasing voice as she crossed her
arms over her chest. “Dicks are a dime a dozen in this town. And it’s too hot
to fuck anyway.”
He chuckled. “You may change your mind about that when you
see what I brought for you.”
She’d noticed he pulled an enormous cooler-on-wheels behind
him. Her attention shifted to it.
“They let you into the elevator with that monstrosity?”
“The appropriate question is, how the hell did it fit?”
She stepped out of the way, pulling the door fully open so
Finn and his traveling ice chest could enter the condo.
“Whatever you’ve got in mind,” she said as she closed the
door behind him and followed him into the living room, “must involve something
that’s going to cool us off.”
Finn shot another sexy, wicked grin over his shoulder. “Or
steam the place up.” He winked at her.
Yvette felt that familiar flash of heat and desire Finn
sparked so easily. He was sexy in an edgy way that suggested he knew how to
fuck a girl until she was fully sated. Yet could instantly have her begging for
more, because she really couldn’t get enough of him. He had obsidian-colored
hair that was always a bit tousled, like he ran his hands through it in
contemplation while he worked. Or he’d just tumbled out of bed after a quick
romp. His eyes were warm and inviting. His smile was wickedly delicious. And
his body…. Tall, muscular and downright tempting!
They had yet to do the dirty deed, despite years of
flirting. Both she and Finn were workaholics, with little time for romance and
dating. Finn was consumed by his art, which included traditional paintings on
canvas, as well as amazingly creative body art on nude models.
His human murals were on display once a month at Body Scenes,
an exclusive nightclub and high-end art gallery that was strictly
invitation-only. Yvette had taken her newly divorced friend, Annabelle, to one
of Finn’s showings at the beginning of the summer. Finn had been minus a female
model for one of his masterpieces and Annabelle had agreed to let Finn paint
her. It’d been an erotic mural. Three men and one woman. Cocks filling
Annabelle in an arousing way that had made Yvette a tad disappointed she hadn’t
been in her friend’s place.
But Yvette had yet to acquiesce to Finn’s dozens of requests
to let him paint her. She’d been waiting for that one special idea, that flash
of inspiration that would capture her in a unique way. For Yvette, body paint
wasn’t it.
Not that she didn’t find the pieces brilliant. She just
wanted
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