Page 128 of Forgotten Comeback

He playfully nips my bottom lip. “Promise.”

Chapter

Forty-Nine

Taylor

“I thought we were furniture shopping,” Gavin taunts, tucking his hands behind his head on the chaise lounge.

“We have to go furniture shopping now, considering you broke the bed frame.” One of the many benefits of a boxer boyfriend: the man’s got stamina for days.

“Excuse me,webroke the bed frame,” he corrects me.

“Fine,webroke the bed frame. Now stop moving; I need practice with a nude model,” I tell him, gliding a piece of charcoal over my sketch pad.

“Can’t help it that you make my dick jump. Maybe don’t wear my shirt next time,” he grumbles.

“As the artist, I don’t need to be nude,” I inform him.

“As the nude model, I say you do,” he counters.

“Uh-huh. Please, I’d love for you to mansplain more of your art theories to me.”

“Sure thing. However big you’re drawing my dick, make it bigger.”

Rolling my eyes with a smile, I finish shading in his tightly cut pubic hair before switching to a new page. “I’m going to switch over to practicing with monochromatic watercolors.” I think out loud, getting my supplies set up. “This will allow me to work fast and with more of a free-form, dreamy sort of look.”

“If you’d come here, I’ll put a dreamy sort of look on that face of yours.” He pats his muscular thighs.

“Gavin, be serious. I need practice before tonight’s party,” I remind him, ignoring the fluttering between my legs.

“Just so happens that I’ll be bartending the party.”

“You’re onlymynude model,” I inform him.

“Green still looks good on you.” He makes a kissy-kissy face.

I dip a paintbrush in green and flick it across the room onto his chest. “Lookie there. Green looks good on you too.”

He hops up, and I squeal as I run around my workstation, putting the piece of furniture between us. “You’re not supposed to move!”

Juking right, I go left, but he easily catches me and tosses me over his shoulder as I squeal a laugh. Pressing his hand into the paint tray, he smacks my ass cheek, now with a big green palm print. “I thought that was an invitation for more collaborative art.”

“Uh-huh.” I playfully nip his shoulder where he tattooed my bite mark.

My other ass check gets a wet smack.

He places me ass down on a stretched canvas on the floor, and lifts me like a stamp, both of us examining his handiwork.

“Needs more paint,” I tell him. Moving to my knees, I grab a can of green paint, giving it a fling onto the canvas. “We’ll call thisAbstract Expressionism meets Jealousy.”

And since I’m in the perfect position, I lean forward and flick the head of Gavin’s dick with the tip of my tongue. Moving myexploration to his cock ring, I gently pull the barbell between my teeth.

His fingers lace through my hair on a moan. “Sounds like a masterpiece.”

Opening my jaw wide, I take him all the way in my mouth, gagging when he hits the back of my throat.

“Mona Lisa shit,” he mutters, his eyes rolling back in his head.