“I don’t mix business with pleasure,” she said again. “If we have sex, then that’s it. It’s sex. We don’t paint together.”

  Why do women always have to be so goddamn complicated? Is this what real women do, talk about stuff before sex?

  Clenching my jaw, I ran my fingers through my hair. “Red—”

  “I just don’t want to be Wolf’s sex thing, and only known because of that.”

  “You won’t be.”

  “People will see it that way.”

  “No one knows who I am.”

  “I know.”

  “No one would know that we had sex.”

  “I would.”

  “You’re being ridiculous,” I argued.

  “Pick one, mentoring me or sex, but you can’t have both.”

  “I will have both.”

  “You can’t.”

  Sneering, I rubbed my face with both hands. “Are you fucking serious?”

  “Yes. Pick.”

  Decisions. Decisions.

  With only my boxer briefs covering an extremely hard cock, I put my hands down and gripped my length. “Let’s make love now, and then discuss this further tomorrow.”

  “Make love? This is sex.”

  “It’s more than sex, Red.”

  “No, it’s not. I just met you.”

  “I didn’t. I’ve been watching you for weeks.”

  “That’s not really turning me on right now.”

  “It should.”

  “It doesn’t.”

  “You know that most women would be happy to have sex with me and receive my mentoring.”

  “I think most of your women have not had the bad experience of defecating where they consume food.”

  “So you don’t shit where you eat. Great.” I licked my lips and gazed at her. “Do you have any idea how bad I want you? How many nights I’ve thought about you? How many days I imagined us doing what we did tonight, painting together? No, I’m not in love with you, but I’m fascinated. And couldn’t fascination breed love? Couldn’t obsession trigger something more?”

  She opened her mouth and then a few seconds later, she blinked. “I think we’re both too high for this conversation.”

  “Maybe, we are.” I charged her way and then stopped in front of her. “So let’s stop talking about it.”

  She widened her eyes.

  “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” I took her into my arms, those soft breasts pressed against my chest, and I went undone, right there, my cock begging to get out of my pants. Blood roared hot like fire through my veins.

  “Take off those boxer briefs,” she whispered in between kisses. “I want to see how sharp the wolf’s teeth are.”

  Smirking, I gazed down at her. “You take them off.”

  She did so, inch by inch.

  Right before she completely pulled them off, she made me get a condom. Luckily, I had one in my wallet or I would have scoured the goddamn penthouse screaming at everyone to get me a box of them. As soon as I showed her the condom, she returned to undressing me.

  It drove me even madder.

  I almost screamed for her to tear the damn things off.

  Once my cock was exposed to her gaze, she stood back up and licked those lips. Lust blazed within her eyes.

  My body went hot with insane desire. I ached for her, needed that body within my arms. I growled, “Get back over here.”

  She stepped forward.

  “Promise me something.” I pulled Red to me and lifted her up.

  “What?” Shocked, she placed her arms on my shoulder

  Still holding on to her, I tore away the condom wrapper, threw it on the floor, and handed the condom to her. “Promise me that you won’t limit this.”

  “This?”

  “Yes.”

  She took the condom from me. “The sex?”

  Still holding her, I sat us down. “No, this, meaning us. Promise me that you won’t limit us.”

  “Okay,” she whispered. Again, she took her time, even with putting on the condom. When her fingertips touched my length, I moaned so loud, it rose in the gallery’s space and echoed against the walls. She rolled the latex down over my cock, and I locked my jaw in an effort to not scream.

  My words came out shaky. “Are you always this slow?”

  “Only when I want to torture someone.” Finishing, she wrapped her arms around my shoulders, tightening her legs around my waist, and kissed me, sliding her tongue in and out and making me insane.

  At that point, I couldn’t wait anymore.

  I entered her with a long groan that vibrated in my chest.

  Oh god I knew she would feel this good.

  It was heaven sliding in. She dripped all over me, and moaned just like it felt as good to her as it did to me. And like her, I took my time, moving slowly in and out. I grabbed Red by that lush ass and held on for dear life, as desire shifted to boiling passion that bubbled under my skin and yearned to be released.

  We did this within the shadows of my dimly lit gallery, surrounded by the mural we’d made together.

  It was a perfect moment.

  An exquisite masterpiece.

  Red’s hair lay over her shoulders and swayed as she rocked into me, meeting my rhythm. Her eyes sparkled as she opened her mouth and came with a loud, “Oh! Wolf!”

  I might’ve damaged a tooth, when she screamed out my name. Surely, I’d clenched down hard enough as her moan dragged my own orgasm out of me. I’d been trying to hold it all in, make the moment last longer, all night if I could.

  I needed this time with her. After we had sex, only God knew what would become of us. Yet, when I came right after her, loud and shaking, growling like a goddamn animal and quaking in uncaged pleasure,

  she held me close,

  slumped into my chest,

  and whispered, “Let’s smoke, and then do that again.”

  Shocked, I blurted out, “Will you marry me?”

  She laughed. “That’s not funny.”

  I pulled out of her. “I’m halfway serious. I’ve never dated a smoker. Is this really what they do, smoke and have sex?”

  “Yes, dear wolf.”

  A little bit of jealousy hit me. Who had she smoked with back in the day? Who’s memories lingered in her head now? Had I given Red her own memory? And would we be more?

  More? Do I really want more? Fuck.

  “What’s wrong?” She climbed off of me.

  “Nothing.”

  “You look annoyed.”

  “I think that you might have slipped me a mickey or something.”

  “No way, buddy.” She wagged her finger. “This is your house. You’re the one that’s been serving drinks and ganja.”

  “I feel drugged right now.”

  “You’re high.”

  “I feel higher after having sex with you,” I admitted.

  She grinned. “Then maybe that’s a good thing.”

  “Maybe we need to explore that.”

  “Maybe, we do.”

  It was a perfect 420.

  I had my staff bring down several mattresses from my guest bedrooms, sheets, candles, wine, a variety of imported cheeses, and crusty homemade French bread.

  We stayed in my gallery the rest of the night, smoking, painting, and making love until all of our limbs were sore. We talked a lot too—about our favorite artists, our top colors, and the various things that inspire our works.

  My driver took her friends home, only after a long lecture from one of them. I must admit that Coco was a bit scary and looked close to punching me in my face, when I’d explained how I got her phone.

  As the hours continued with just her and me, the conversation became deeper. She learned things about me that others never knew. Smoking my bong, we discussed the harder things—dreams we had that didn’t come true, moments when we’d been so heartbroken that we’d almost given up, if not for a friend or bit of luck, and even brought up our fears.

  I held her naked body to me and combed my fingers through her red strands. “What scares you the most?”

  “Being homeless with no way to get out of it.”

  “Tell me more.”

  “When I look at people sleeping on the street and babbling to themselves, it freaks me out. You know they didn’t choose that life. Something happened to them. Something made them go so crazy that they stopped living like the rest of society. Not all of them, but some. . .they just got so abused and used that they lost it all.”

  “You would never be homeless.” I targeted her with my gaze. “Trust me on that. You will never have to worry about that.”

  “Promise?”

  “You’re going to be a success, and although I would like to say it would be due to my help, it will all be due to you. You’ll be the hero for yourself. Your murals stand in a class of their own.”

  Blushing, she looked away. “Thank you.”

  I took her chin and moved her view back to me. “It’s true.”

  “Thank you for saying that.”

  “Always.”

  “Now, let’s take the spotlight off of me. What are you most scared of?” she asked.

  I wished she hadn’t. I didn’t like admitting it. I studied her face. “I’m scared of dying alone.”

  She formed her lips into a smile “Now it’s your turn to trust me.”

  “Okay.”

  “You’ll never die alone.”

  I gave her a wicked grin. “Promise?”

  “Promise.” She kissed my lips. “As long as we’re friends, you’ll never die alone.”

  I want to be more than friends.

  By the time dawn came, I had my staff make us breakfast. We crept up to my rooftop and greeted the sun half-naked and marked with paint, our fingers sore from holding down the spray tabs.

  We welcomed the morning in the middle of our city.

  Off in the distance, thousands of graffiti artists must’ve been dragging themselves back home, off from painting their own masterpieces.

  We sat on that roof for an hour or so, before, finally she gave me her number, put on her clothes, and kissed me goodbye.

  A week later, she saw me again and let me take her out to eat.

  And I kept her safe, just like my father did with my mother. The instinct came out of nowhere. I held doors open for her, where with others, I let them open them their selves.

  On the sidewalk, I stayed closer to the street so that she wouldn’t be the first to get hit. When she sat in my car, I maintained a reasonable speed and launched my arm in front of her, at the appropriate times.

  She earned the right to be treated like a queen, and I remained her servant.

  And those seconds,

  hours,

  days,

  weeks,

  months,

  and years with her,

  those times mirrored daydreams that only fairytales could breed.

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  Dirty Kisses (Kazimir & Emily 1)

  Dirty Love ( Kazimir & Emily 2)

  Dirty Hearts (Kazimir & Emily 3)

  Dirty Minds (Kazimir & Emily 4)

  Dirty Passions (Kazimir & Emily 5)

  Dirty Cravings (Kazimir & Emily 6)

  Dirty Desires (Misha & Ava 1)

  Dirty Obsessions (Misha & Ava 2)

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  Rhapsody (Jean-Pierre & Eden 1)

  Sonata (Jean-Pierre & Eden 2)

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  Melody bases her kills off the chess moves in her head. The game is set. Who will win or die?

  This chess board is different than a normal one. Instead of a king and queen, we have a Killer and Survivor. Where knights and bishops should be, there are Strippers and Gangsters. Yet, in this game of SEX and DECEPTION, blood stains and life, an intense love grows in the most unusual places, leaving all of the players to consider dropping their guns and rethink why they started the battle in the first place.

  Bad for You is a Multicultural steamy psychological thriller involving a complicated love triangle. This is not a romance, but it will arouse, intrigue, and blow your mind.

 

 

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