From the Ashes by E. Cleveland

Author:E. Cleveland [Cleveland, E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-04-29T04:00:00+00:00

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Byron

We run into Myra’s house like we’re in an old-school foot race. As soon as she slams the door shut behind us, I look down the hall toward her bedroom with a singular focus in my mind.

Myra. Naked. Now.

I blink as she grabs my hand and tugs me toward her art studio off the back of the house.

“Why are we going in here?”

“You’ll see.” She smiles over her shoulder at me.

I let her guide me inside the workshop. At any other time, I’d feel honored to get to see her unfinished works around the room. Any other time than now. As much as I love her work and want to support her as an artist, the only art I’m interested in right now is how many ways we can twist our bodies up together as we fuck.

Myra picks up her paintbrush and some paint, mixing it on a pallet before she turns and looks at me. “I want to paint you like one of my French girls.” She giggles.

Did she have too much wine? We only drank one glass each. I blink wordlessly at her.

“You know? From Titanic? The movie with Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet? She tells him she wants him to draw her like one of his French girls? Like naked…” She sighs in exasperation at my blank stare. “Wow, and people say I need to get out more.”

“They’re right. You’re referencing a twenty-year-old movie.” I chuckle but start stepping out of my boots. If she wants me to strip down naked, that’s what she’s gonna get. I’m not exactly shy.

“Twenty years? No way. Well, now I just feel old.” She sounds so calm, but her eyes are glued to my chest as I peel off my shirt.

“I’ll always be older if that’s any consolation.” I smirk.

“That’s true.” She flushes, her eyes locked on my fingertips as I unbutton my jeans. Her eyelashes flutter as my zipper tugs down.

“Wait a minute, this isn’t exactly fair.” I halt my hand, blocking her from seeing, and she crinkles her nose in a pout. “You should be getting naked too.”

“No, no.” She puts her hand on her hip. “When you take art classes, the painters don’t get naked. Just the model.”

“Well, I happen to know the owner of this studio, and she really believes the best art is painted when she’s not wearing a stitch of clothing.” I step into her and slide my hand over her lower back, smiling down at her.

Myra breathes me in and then meets my eyes. “Fair enough. We’ll both be naked then.” She steps back and slowly undresses. I remove the rest of my clothes along with her until the studio floor is like an explosion of laundry.

“That’s better.” I don’t try to hide that I’m letting my gaze explore every inch of her. To hell with every single piece of art with some bare woman staring out from a canvas. None of them have a damned thing on Myra right here and right now. “You’re stunning.

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