“I guess we’ll see.” He opened a door, and flicked on the special light. The room was dark with only spotlights over the paintings. There were some clients who only wanted the erotic in their life. He had over a dozen pictures that he’d drawn and painted of sex in many different forms.
“What is this?” she asked.
“I call it the room of pleasure, and without rules.”
One picture was of a man and woman, wrapped around each other kissing. The man’s cock was pressing against the woman, and her body was turned so her tits and pussy were on display. Another woman was sat with her legs splayed open.
“These are…”
“I understand if you consider them gross. They’re only for a select market.”
“They’re beautiful.” She moved around the room, and he couldn’t help but watch her.
“You really think so?”
“Yes.”
She tripped over something, and he caught her, placing his hand on her waist. “Careful, babe.”
She released a sigh and glanced over her shoulder. “Sorry.”
He couldn’t help but look at her lips. Squeezing her hip, he placed his other hand on her cheek, stroking her skin.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Nothing.”
Her skin was soft and silky to the touch, and beautiful.
“This isn’t nothing.”
“It doesn’t have to be anything, baby.”
“Brant?”
“Yes.”
“You’re the artist here, aren’t you?” she asked.
“How did you know?”
“Your initials, BM. Brant Miller.”
“Yes. I’m the artist.”
“Sean gave it away when he asked me about what you did. I just put two and two together. This studio, your artwork, your knowledge, and your signature in the corner, it’s all you.”
Brant didn’t know what to make of what she said.
“Do you know these women?”
“Yes. Some of them are models.”
“What about the men with them?”
“Boyfriends.”
There was a picture of them actually having sex, his cock pressing into her. He’d taken a picture of the act as the couple wanted it to be drawn. Brant didn’t question what his clients wanted. He did what he had to do.
“They allow you to show this?” she asked.
“The couple doesn’t have their faces showing. Their identity is a complete secret to everyone but themselves, and me.”
“They’ve got no problem with this being shown?” she asked.
Brant chuckled. “They get a kick out of it. No, I won’t be telling you who they are. That’s private.”
“I don’t want to know.”
He still held onto her hip as they made their way around the small room. When they got to the last one, Brant didn’t want to leave the room.
His cock was rock hard, and the erotic images hadn’t helped him with the arousal. He wanted her badly. Her body was so soft, and he didn’t want to let her go.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
Brant pressed her against the door, taking hold of her hands, and placing them above her head. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to do from the very first moment I saw you.” He took possession of her lips, sliding his tongue between her lips, tasting her. At first, she tensed in his arms.
He paused and rested his head against hers. “I want you.”
“I don’t know what is happening right now.”
“Don’t think about it. I want to kiss you.”
“Kiss me,” she said.
“No one can see us. You don’t have to think about what we’re doing.”
The light was turned off, and he took complete advantage, sliding his tongue into her mouth, and this time, she melted against him.
He released her hands, and gripped her waist as she held onto his shoulders, tightly. She tasted like heaven, and he couldn’t get enough of her.
Their kiss was interrupted by his cell phone ringing.
She pulled away, licking her lips. “You’re going to have to answer that.”
Rummaging in his pocket, he pulled out his cell phone, and answered the call. “Don’t go anywhere.”
He flicked the light on, and it was as if the light turned on the reality of the situation. Before he could stop her, Elisha had opened the door, and left.
“Elisha.” He shouted out to stop her.
Rushing toward the door, he discovered it was already unlocked. Shit, what the fuck had just happened?
Chapter Five
Elisha entered her home, and immediately she went toward her cleaning cupboard. Her heart was racing, and she couldn’t focus on anything right now as her lips still tingled. The kiss alone had given her so much pleasure, and she’d run. Like a child, she’d run. She didn’t even know why she had run, and it sucked.