Page 57 of The Maverick (WaterFyre Rising #7)

CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO

VANESSA

I left the living room but didn’t go into the kitchen. Instead, I walked into my studio and prepared for the surprise. Attikus had wanted me to paint him in the nude. I’d make his dream come true today.

I stripped out of my clothes and slipped on a silk robe that stopped at my knees, tying the fabric belt at the front. The neckline was open enough for Attikus to see parts of my breasts.

I placed a fresh canvas on my easel, preparing to paint my hot boyfriend.

Things could get messy, so I covered the wooden floor with a thick canvas fabric.

I selected a soft instrumental song on my phone.

Then I picked up a metal container holding my paintbrushes and dropped them onto the floor, creating a loud noise.

“Ouch!” I cried.

I smiled as I heard footsteps rushing to my studio and stepped to the side.

“Vanessa? Are you all right? What happened?” Attikus rushed in and glanced around.

“Hi, Whistler. I’ve been waiting for my model so I can paint him.”

“Is that what you’ve been up to?” He grinned. “I wondered what kind of snack you were getting because it was taking so long.”

I walked up to him and placed my hand on his chest, sliding down to palm his cock. “This kind of snack.” I fluttered my eyes at him. “I’m in the mood to paint your nude body on this new canvas. The art would be for our bedroom only. Unless you want to show it off at your museum.”

“It’s going into our bedroom.”

“But it could draw millions of visitors to your museum.”

“My body is only for one set of eyes.” He walked over to me, untied the belt, and slipped the robe off me.

He scanned my body, and heat bloomed inside me. He cupped my breasts before his hands roamed all over my body.

I moaned when he cupped my sex. “Not yet, Whistler. I need to paint you first.”

“You’re so naughty today, Lily Pad.”

“Did you think we were just gonna watch movies all day?”

In seconds, he was naked in front of me, his clothes tossed to the side. “I’ve never been a nude model for an artist. What am I supposed to do?”

I stared at his magnificent form, strong and muscular. His cock twitched as though wanting my attention.

Later.

“Sit on that chaise.” I pointed. “Drape one arm over the back and relax one leg. Find a comfortable position so you won’t get stiff.”

“I’m already stiff.” He looked down at his prominent cock.

I was trying my best not to touch him because if I did, this painting session wouldn’t happen. We’d be doing something else entirely.

He glanced at the chaise. “So this is where it went. I noticed a missing chair in the other room.”

I smiled. “Yeah. I dragged it in from the other room. I hope you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind at all. My furniture is your furniture.”

Standing a few feet from him, I took a pencil and sketched an outline of his form onto the canvas. It would help me stay focused when I added paint.

I could feel his eyes burning my skin. My nipples hardened even though he wasn’t touching me. When I met his eyes, lust smoldered in them. I had never painted naked in my life, but I would do it again and again for this man who had done so much for me.

He gripped his cock and stroked it. “Will this ruin the painting?” he asked in a hoarse voice.

“Are you trying to distract me?”

“You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now,” he admitted.

I placed my pencil down and poured some paint onto the palette. Taking the paintbrush from the brush container, I blended some colors.

“What do you want to do to me while I paint?” I asked.

He growled. “I want to squeeze your breasts, lick them all over.” He moaned as his stroking increased. “I want to suck those gorgeous nipples.” He licked his lips. “I want you on all fours so I can spank that perfect ass.”

Tingles and heat coursed through me as I listened to his seductive words.

He looked like a beast ready to pounce on me.

I paused the paintbrush, which caused paint to drip down the canvas, creating its own abstraction.

I couldn’t concentrate. If I continued painting, the artwork might not be what I had intended. My brain was mush.

“I want to feast on your ass and slide my dick inside you.”

My paintbrush slipped from my fingers and dropped to the floor. Thank goodness I had it covered because paint splashed everywhere.

Attikus looked so gorgeous leaning on the chaise with his muscular arm stroking himself.

Hot liquid leakedout of me as I walked to the table with a tray of fresh paint.I brought it over to him, kneeled,and placed the tray on the floor. “These are new edible paints. Wanna try them?”

He pointed to his throbbing cock. “Paint him first. He’s desperate.”

“Love is a painting that lathers you with its colors and textures. Let me show you.” I squirted out some red paint on my hands and spread it on his dick. “He’s on fire.” I stroked him, covering him with strawberry-flavored paint. Then I bent and licked him. Up and down, up and down.

“Fuck,” he crooned, placing a hand on my head while watching me. “You’re so hot.”

I took him into my mouth, sucking him. Red paint was all over my hands and mouth.Our eyes locked, and he dragged me up to kiss him.

“We’ll have to clean your chaise later.” I sucked on his lips.

“I don’t care about the chaise. We can buy a hundred of them for these kinds of painting sessions.”

I pursed my lips. “Whatever you want, Whistler.”

“I’m going to paint you too.” He poured blue paint into his hands and lathered my breasts.

I took yellow and green paint and spread it all over his chest. In seconds, we were on the floor, touching, licking, sucking, and feasting on each other.

He was on top of me, kissing me as we rolled around the canvas fabric that covered the floor. Paint smeared here and there, creating abstract art. Moans and cries of pleasure filled my studio.

Then he spread my legs open and positioned himself between them. “I wanna fuck you without a condom.”

“I’m on the pill.”

A wolfish smile slid onto his face as he plunged into me, growling all the way. “Feels so good.”

“I’ve fulfilled my duty as stated in the contract, sir.” I flicked him a challenging smirk.

He gave my ass a playful slap. “The new contract states you must satisfy your boss like this every day.”

“Okay, sexy boss.”

He slammed into me again and again. Sensations escalated, sending waves of heat all over me. He took me in all kinds of positions, wild and hot. When I flew over the edge, he continued to pump inside me. I watched his face as he poured himself into me.

“I love you so much,” he breathed.

“I love you too,” I replied and kissed him.

We collapsed onto the floor and took a moment to breathe.

Our bodies were lathered in edible paint, an innovative, delicious, and more costly alternative to acrylic or oil paints.

This could be our painting sessions from now on.

A glance at the canvas fabric showed the most beautiful abstract painting.

“Round two?” Attikus asked.

We continued our messy painting session all night long. I couldn’t wait to see the artwork we created in the morning.