“Austin Wright,” I said with a short laugh.
“Julia Banner,” he said in a teasing tone.
“I cannot believe you just did that.”
He gave me a confident smirk. “Why? I’m not self-conscious.”
“That is blatantly obvious.”
“Actually, it was kind of the bargain I made to get you in the class,” he said, nodding his head to the back room for him to change.
“You had to bargain to get me in?”
“Well, the class was full. I had a friend who works the Art Trail and suggested that he could get you in, but they needed a model. So, I sort of volunteered to do it if it would get you in.”
I stared at him, slack-jawed. “That’s…I mean, why? Why did you do that?”
He looked confused. “You know why. For you, of course. Look,” he said, running a hand back through his hair, “I know that things have been weird between us since Maggie.”
I winced at her name. “Yeah.”
“I get why you’re hesitant to jump into this feetfirst. I hurt you. And seeing her brought that all back to the surface. But I’m not dipping my toe in the pool with you, Jules.”
“I know, I know,” I muttered.
He reached for my paint-smeared hands and brought them to his lips. He slowly kissed his way across each individual knuckle. His eyes remained glued to mine as he took his time with my hands.
“This isn’t some stunt. Watching you paint was addictive. The way you looked at me, babe.” He shuddered. “It was a work of restraint not to get turned on while watching you do what you love.”
He nipped at my thumb. My body heated at the gesture.
“Was it that much of a turn-on?”
He moved my hand to his dick, covered only by a thin sheet. “What do you think?”
I wrapped my hand around the length of him and stroked up once. “Looks like you were into it.”
“I was half-tempted to make you be the model with me. I wouldn’t have minded one bit if you were naked underneath me on that platform.”
“Filthy,” I whispered.
“I don’t think I was the only one thinking dirty thoughts,” he ground out, walking me backward into the stone wall.
“I can’t believe you sat naked for me. For an entire class of people so that I could get into a studio.” My heart sang for him. Perhaps I should have been upset that he had shown off his beautiful body to all these people. But all I could think about was how lucky I was to have someone who cared. And how fucking hot he looked naked.
“I can sit naked for you anytime.”
My hand slid back up his cock, and then, with one easy tug, I pulled the sheet off his body. He was naked before me one more time.
“Watching you naked for an hour like this was torture.”
He smirked once, and then his lips were on mine. The past week of uncertainty between us vanished as quickly as it had come. I wasn’t completely over what had happened, but big gestures went a long way with me. The class in and of itself was a big deal. Sitting nude to get me into the class was above and beyond. Now, I wanted every inch of that fucking sexy body against me.
Our bodies crashed together in the back room of the studio. Neither of us knew how much time we’d have before Nina came looking for us. Neither of us knew if we’d get caught. And maybe that was half the fun.
Austin snagged my jeans and ripped them down my thighs. His hand thrust up between my legs, rubbing me none too gently. I moaned louder than I probably should have. Austin pressed his other hand over my mouth.
“Shh, baby,” he crooned as he wet his fingers and circled my clit until I was shaking.
My knees threatened to give out as need shot through me. “Please,” I whimpered.
Austin pulled me off the wall and bent me forward over one of the art tables. I reached across the table and gripped the other side. He angled his cock to my pussy and then pressed into me. As he took my body, I bit my bottom lip so hard that I tasted the tangy rust of my own blood.
His strokes were fast and forceful, stretching me open for him and taking me. Owning me. I loved it. I loved it so much that I couldn’t even think straight. I always loved my pleasure mixed with just enough pain. The line was so thin. The edge so close.
Austin swiped a finger through my wetness, and then I felt the pressure against my pucker. He didn’t wait for permission or to see if I wanted it. He just pushed his finger into my ass. The sensation shocked my body, and I gasped.
It was hardly our first time doing any kind of anal play, but it still surprised me every time it happened. How good it felt. How confident he was with playing with me. How he knew exactly how to use it to draw out my pleasure.