A Mermaid's Ransom by Hill Joey W

Author:Hill, Joey W. [Hill, Joey W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Group
Published: 2009-10-13T05:00:00+00:00

Nineteen

DANTE considered her mutinous expression, but since she was doing what he’d told her to do, he returned to his chair.

The little girl giggled. “What?” Dante asked, his fingers poised over the paint.

“She made a face at you,” Will informed him, and demonstrated, sticking out his tongue and putting his thumbs in his ears to flap the other fingers at him. He also crossed his eyes.

Dante twisted around. Alexis was the picture of innocence, though her smile was quivering at the corners of her mouth, and he saw the imprint of her act fading from her mind. “Why would she do that?” he asked his new companions.

“Probably because you did something to make her mad,” the girl told him, adjusting the pink marbleized balls that held one of her pigtails. “I got mad at my mommy once, but she caught me making the face. She spanked me.”

“Really? What is spanking?”

“Nothing you need to know about.” Alexis sat up in alarm, but he’d already gotten the visual from her mind. Or rather, the visual the child’s suggestion gave her, for as little as he knew about spanking, he somehow doubted the parent had administered discipline to her little girl in the manner Alexis’s mind had just conjured. Herself naked and helpless across his thighs while his hand left a red print on her backside and she struggled against his lap, arousing her and him both.

If she did not want him to do something publicly offensive, she was certainly pressing the limits, though from her embarrassed flush, he was certain her imagining was involuntary. The blush added an interesting color contrast to the face painting.

The women at the scrapbooking table seemed to have gotten the gist of it, because they seemed discreetly amused at Alexis’s discomfiture. In fact, with his enhanced hearing, Dante was fairly certain he heard one murmur, “It’d be worth it to be that bad,” before she flicked him a quick once-over beneath her lashes.

It was a confusing world. He made himself turn his attention to the children, even though his body was simmering, not just from the titillating picture Alexis had given him. Painting her skin as she submitted to his touch had conjured his own vision. Laying her on the mat, stripping off her excessive clothes and painting her whole body. Ticklish circles on the bottoms of her feet, so he could chase her around the room and let the circles dot the tile floor. Tiny leaves and flowers all the way down to the delicate crease between sex and thigh. When he caught her, he would smear the designs as he rubbed his body over hers, transferring the paint to his own flesh, making them both a canvas.

Will’s mother had joined them and was studying the clay sculpture. “You’re very good,” she offered with some hesitancy. “She’s beautiful. Are you an artist?”

“No,” Dante said.

“You should be. I’ve seen things in galleries that aren’t as good as that.” She cocked her head. “There’s a loneliness to her. Desolation.

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