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bed. I know Francesca from the Pleasure Chest . Several of the art customers I have I met there. Although most of them are not intent on locking me into a relationship. The ones I’ve had over the years have not fared well, although the word relationship is putting it kindly.
    “Francesca, you should probably go. I need to get some work done.”
    Her eyes taunt me to finish what I had started only moments earlier.
    “You can paint whenever you want… I’ll be here waiting.”
    “I told you this wasn’t going to last forever.”
    A deep frown appears on her lips as she arches back against the bed and spreads her legs for me. I watch her as she slips her hand down across her sex. She’s taunting me, but she should know better than to do it. Her dark tinted nipples pucker as I walk over to the bed. Her curious eyes watch me fascination as I walk over.
    “I have to admit I’m disappointed,” she says. “I thought we had something special.”
    “We did. It’s sitting in the corner.”
    My eyes slide over to the painting that Francesca commissioned me to paint of her. I move to get dressed, but the dark haired beauty stops me. She sits up sliding her hands across my shoulders as she pulls me into her embrace.
    “Is it me?”
    “No.”
    “Come to bed. Let me be your muse a little longer.”
    Despite the ache in my chest, I smirk at her persistence.
    “Don’t move,” I command.
    A look of excitement dances across her face. I watch her as she leans back and slides her leg across the sheets, giving me a better view of her wet pussy. Despite my command for her to lie still, she teases me by wiggling her hips ever so slightly.
    “Didn’t I tell you to lie still?”
    “Yes, Sir,” she says with a coy smile.
    “Get on all fours.”
    I move closer as she gets on her hands and knees and spreads her legs inviting me to fuck her. I can smell her desire.
    “Keep still.”
    I walk over to my bag sitting nearby and take a brush from it. Her eyes grow wide as I lean between her legs and wipe a trail of wetness from her lips. Despite her best attempt at lying still, she moves as the bristle of the brush hits her skin. A soft moan escapes her. Her hips lean into my brush sending a smile to my lips.
    “Unfortunately for you, you moved,” I say.
    Nails tear into my back as I thrust into Francesca. I close my eyes, and the first image I see is Emily’s soft lips open and inviting. It doesn’t take long for the dark haired beauty beneath me to unravel, sending me into a spiraling orgasm. She whimpers as I pull away and leave her wrapped in between the Egyptian sheets on my bed.
     I bury my head in my hands as I will myself to stop thinking of Emily. It doesn’t matter who the woman beneath me is—I always think of her. There’s no escaping it. The moment I touched her, I damned myself for any other woman.
     
     

EIGHT
    EMILY
     
    THE PLEASURE CHEST
    The name is strange enough to conjure the image of kinky pirates and love knots by ruffian sailors. To be honest, it’s not a club I’ve ever imagined myself going to. In fact, I wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for Ceci. Her crazy ass is always getting herself into trouble and tonight is no different. She discovered an online dating app called Kinkstrest the other day, and I can tell it’s already going to be trouble. The phone app is similar to Pinterest, but intermix BDSM dating. You pin pictures of the kinky stuff you’re into and interested members message you. I warned Ceci about all of the crazies living in New York, but she didn’t listen. She’s been reading too many fictional romances about BDSM, and now she has these crazy ideas in her head.
    The part that bothers me is that I haven’t heard from her in the past twenty-four hours, and Augie hasn’t heard from her either. It wouldn’t be so strange if she weren’t always at our apartment. I even dared to call her parents looking for her. The last thing Ceci messaged me was that she would be at the