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  “What are you hitting? What is that? Please don’t stop. Please. Don’t. Sto—” Her words were cut off as she choked on her orgasm. I felt the pleasure coursing through her veins while I continued to rock against that spot. I pressed down heavier into her abdomen, bringing it closer as she called out my name in ecstasy. Her body felt light as a feather against mine, a stark contrast to the curvy woman I’d come to know. But even with her dwindling weight and her bald head, she still emanated the spirit I’d fallen so desperately in love with. She was unashamed of the fury of her orgasm as she wailed out into the room, and the moment she collapsed back down onto the canvas, Ileaned forward and placed a kiss on her lips. She was so overtaken with shock that she couldn’t even pucker them back to kiss me. In an instant, I rolled us over. Her limp body was on mine, her hands pressing into the canvas while she tried to steady herself. My hands rolled down her back, grasping her beautiful ass while I slowly moved her hips against mine. She panted into my neck while the paint dripped from our bodies, and soon, she found her rhythm before she leaned up and planted her hands on my chest. Her hips rocked, and her bosom swayed. I latched onto her thick thighs, untouched with whatever stress was devouring the rest of her body. She rocked and bounced. She moaned and began to sweat. I could see the dribbles of salted water washing away the paint on her body, and in a flash, I reached over and dipped my hand into the navyblue ocean of liquid. Islathered it all over her body while she slammed herself onto my lap, but the moment didn’t last for long before I rolled her over again. She reached for the black paint and covered my body again before I started undulating into her. Her legs were wrapped around me while her arms were spread eagle, and I interlocked our fingers together before I pinned her hands above her head. Her breasts were jumping for me perfectly as her hips rose to meet mine, and I soon forgot about the canvas underneath our bodies. I forgot about the artwork we were attempting to create. This beautiful woman, who had stolen my heart and my mind, was in the process of stealing my soul. I was in the process of giving everything over to her, and for the first time in my life, I was no longer frightened. I was no longer scared of the future or wondering what in the hell she was hiding from me. All I knew in that moment, as I watched her face contort with pleasure while our bodies rocked against one another’s, was that I wanted her for as long as I could have her. And if I was lucky enough, that would mean the rest of our lives. Suddenly, in a show of dominance, she pushed me forward and laid me back down. She turned herself around and lowered her beautiful body onto mine, giving me the perfect view of her ass while she ground against me. I ran my hands up her back, the black paint swirling with the navy shimmer of her body while I planted my feet on the ground. Her hands hit my knees, trying to gain some leverage while she rendered me immobile, and all I could do was take in the pleasure her body was giving me while I pulsed against her walls. “Hailey, you’re so beautiful. So perfect.” The words fell from my lips like a prayer, and for a moment, she stopped. Her beautiful body hovered over the tip of my cock like she was debating what I’d said. I allowed my hands to run over her perfect ass, caressing and massaging every inch of her I could while her entire body trembled. Then, I sat up quickly and took her to her knees before I slid into her and started to pound. Her shoulders dropped to the canvas, and she allowed her bosom to do all the painting. My hips were jiggling her beautiful body for my own viewing pleasure, and she bucked back into me wildly while pants and whimpers fell from between her lips. I could feel her body coating me with its scent while we scrambled on the canvas for one another, and then, I felt her body vibrating against mine. I felt her silken walls throbbing, begging for her release as I picked up my pace. Sweat was dripping down my brow as Hailey’s entire body collapsed to the canvas, and I followed her while I continued to thrust. “Bryan. Oh, Bryan. The things you do to me. Yes. Don’t stop. Please. Help me come. Please, Bryan.” “Always, Hailey,” I said into her ear. “I will always help you.” I writhed against her body as I planted my hands beside her chest. I rose up and thrust into her tired body, her figure sloshing along the canvas while drones of pleasure escaped from her throat. I felt my hips stuttering, signaling my impending release while I watched her body arch. Then, Islammed into her one last time before the two of us fell over the edge. I collapsed on top of her while her body’s vise grip milked me of everything I had. I heard the faintest ripping sound, and it drew my gaze up to where Hailey’s fingernails dug so far into the canvas, it ripped where she was clawing. I poured myself into her body, knowing it would leak out onto the paint that was swirling beneath our bodies. If Hailey knew she had torn the canvas, she didn’t seem to care. We shook together for what felt like an hour before we finally settled down. I could see the sweat rising on the back of her neck as I took in a deep breath. Then I helped her off the canvas before we moved to lay on the edge of the tarp. The two of us had to gather ourselves before we could stand, but when we did, all we could do was marvel at the strange creation. It actually turned out like an odd geometric pattern. There were beautiful swirls of black and navy in the middle, and as it tapered out toward the edges there were visible handprints where we’d pinned one another down. Rounded motions filled out the edges before part of the white canvas back bled through, and some areas were saturated more with color than others. It lent an odd sort of shading to the entire thing, one that mesmerized me while I continued to look at it. It wasn’t until I felt Hailey’s hand slip into mine that I was ripped from the trance our artwork held me under. “It’s a visual symbol of our love,” she said, grinning. “What do you think?” “I think you could get a pretty buck for this painting,” I said. “You think I’m going to sell this?” “Why wouldn’t you?” I asked. “It’s unique. It’s different. I’m sure someone would enjoy it.” “You want me to sell a painting we created by having sex.” “Hey, you’re the one who wanted something different,” I said, grinning. “I’m just taking it to the next logical step.” “Fine. Then maybe I will sell it.” The two of us thought about what that might entail, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. The idea of someone actually framing this and taking it home was a little odd. They’d have this weird piece of two random people sitting in their living room or some shit, and they would probably debate on what type of instruments were used in creating this painting. “I wonder if someone could peg the fact that those two dollops of paint there are from my boobs,” Hailey said. “Depends, I suppose. See that long stripe over there?” I asked. “Yeah?’ “Give you one guess as to what made that.” I winked at her, and she playfully slapped my arm. Her laughter filled the room, and I closed my eyes and allowed it to wash over me. She had this innocent little giggle that slowly morphed into a chest-wracking howl. If a slow-clap ever had a laugh-type form, it would be Hailey’s laugh. And it was one of my favorite attributes of her. “Well, I suppose we should hop in a shower,” I said.

  “You mean you don’t want to fall asleep covered in black paint?” she asked. “Probably not. It might get a little itchy in places I can’t reach.” “That’s why I’m here,” she said, winking. “To reach the places you can’t.” “I thought I was the one who did that tonight.” “I still have no idea what you hit, by the way. I’ve never experienced something like that before,” she said. “Well, then we both had a first tonight.” I looked down at her while her big, bright eyes traveled up to mine. I took her hand and led her around the tarp. Then the two of us made our way into her tiny little bathroom. I reached into her shower and turned on the water, cranking up the heat, so we wouldn’t have to scrub to get this paint off our bodies. Then, I held out my hand and helped her into the shower before I followed in behind.

  Chapter 20

  Hailey

  T he shower Bryan and I took together stayed at the forefront of my mind all night. The way he was insistent on washing me down and the way he soaped up my body with his own two hands threw us into another passionate lust that painted the whole of my shower. He pinned me against the wall and slid into me easily, t
aking it slow and steady while our paint swirled down the drain. His lips couldn’t get enough of mine while my hands gripped his shoulders, and my legs were wrapped around him before he pinned my knees to the wall. I didn’t even realize I was that flexible until he had attempted it. The crooks of my legs were bent around his forearms while he pressed his palms into the shower wall. The hot water was beating down onto our bodies, washing us clean while his body was hellbent on dirtying me up again. I was pinned to the wall, rendered motionless while my entire body was on display for him. His eyes darted around my body, watching our connection point while I slicked him up with my scent. He drew us both to another earth-shattering orgasm before we both slid to the floor. He held me in his arms until the hot water ran cold. His hands massaged my muscles while his lips peppered my neck and shoulder with kisses. He reached up to turn off the water before he carried me out of the shower. Then he set me down on the toilet before he reached for a towel. He dried me off, allowing his body to drip-dry for my own viewing pleasure while he wiped down every inch of my body. He was taking such good care of me, and in that moment, I felt another massive pull to tell him what was going on with me. He was proving to me right then and there that he could take care of me, and still, I didn’t want to ruin the moment. He laid me down in bed before he went to dry himself off, and the next thing I knew, I was waking up alone. I reached over to feel for him, wanting to cuddle closely with him before I had to get up to go to work. But he wasn’t there, and my heart sank. I rolled over and opened my eyes, scanning the pillow for any sort of note. I didn’t find one there, and it tugged at a part of me that ached to be with him, but the moment I got up, I saw something attached to the fridge. The smell of coffee was now beginning to waft to my nose, and that was when I realized I had a new coffee pot on my counter. And on the fridge was a note. Hailey, The last time we had coffee here, I didn’t have the heart to tell you that your machine was burning the coffee. I found this for you in a store. You can program it to brew coffee whenever you need it. Enjoy the strong coffee. I needed it this morning, too. Our painting was dry, so I rolled it up and put it in the corner. Hope you don’t mind. See you tonight?

  Love,

  Bryan

  The smell of the beautiful black coffee was more than I could bear. I quickly made myself a cup and sat back on the kitchen counter, naked while I devoured the warmth of the caffeine between my hands. So, Bryan had stayed. He must’ve had a work emergency or something. I made a mental note to call him during lunch to make sure everything was okay with him before I continued on with my day.

  I saw our painting rolled up and sitting by the door. All I could do was grin at the thought of last night. My joints still ached, but this morning, it was a good kind of ache, and for the first time in weeks, I felt truly alive like nothing could get in my way. I got myself ready for the day and lugged the canvas down to my gallery. I didn’t have a frame big enough to put it in, but I did have this blank space on the wall that separated my small store from my gallery. I rolled out the canvas onto the wall and used a step ladder to reach the corners, then I used double-sided adhesive to mold the sides to the cream-colored walls of my studio. It took me almost two hours to get it leveled, and I had multiple visitors offer their help, but once it was up, all I could do was smile. I sat on my painting chair by the window and simply marveled at it. The memories of last night came flooding back, and I could almost map out our movements on the canvas. Many people came in and admired it, talking about the way the black and blue swirled together so mesmerizingly. There were peaks and oversaturated areas of color that people were actually reaching out and touching, and I couldn’t help my grin as I nursed my hot cup of green tea. Never in my life had I felt quite as alive as I did last night, and I realized it was these sorts of things I needed to fill my life with. Well, the rest of it, at least. But then, as if life was intent on playing a cruel game with me, a debilitating headache grew over the crown of my head. I almost dropped my teacup, it came on so quickly, and I excused myself to the bathroom. I told everyone I’d be right back and that if they wanted to purchase anything, to put the tags on the counter. Then I barricaded myself in the bathroom and dropped to my knees. This time, I couldn’t keep the nausea at bay, and the green tea and the apple I’d had for breakfast came flying back up. The pain was horrendous. It was as if every cell in my body was ripping and tearing all at once. Tears streaming down my face while I continued to silently vomit in the bathroom of my art gallery, and the only thing I could pray for was that no one could hear me over the soft music and the whirling of the bathroom fan. When my stomach was empty, all I did was dry heave, my abdomen forcing everything up when there was nothing else left to push for. Tears streamed down my face while I closed my eyes, wishing the migraine would go away. My side started aching from all the dry heaving, and for the first time in a good while, I broke down and cried. I sobbed with my head in the toilet while everyone outside the door walked around and looked at my paintings. I sobbed for what my life had become. I sobbed for the fact that my family would watch me deteriorate. I sobbed for the life I would never get to live with Bryan, and I even sobbed for the children I would never have. I’d never given a second thought to having children, but now, I desperately wanted what I would no longer be able to have. After what seemed like an eternity, my headache finally began to subside. I flushed the toilet and pulled myself up to the sink, taking stock of the sweat pouring down my face. I turned on the cool water and rinsed my mouth out, washing my face with cool water and the hand soap I had sitting there for anyone’s personal use. I picked up a few paper towels and wiped myself down before I rinsed my mouth out one last time, and when the redness had faded and my eyes looked normal again, I ventured out from the bathroom. I expected to step into a room full of people staring at me dubiously, but instead, I stepped into an empty gallery. Devoid of life like my body would be soon. I sighed and made my way back to the cash register. I sat down on the chair behind the counter, my shoulders heaving with my sigh as I heard the bell above my door ring. I stood up to help the person who’d come walking in, hoping I could still redeem this day somehow, but instead, I was met with a familiar face. “Hello, Ramon,” I said. “My favorite artist. How are you doing today, Hailey?” he asked. “I’m doing okay,” I said. “What brings you in today?”

  “I wanted to know if you had given any more thought to my proposal.” He flashed me that winning smile, and his skin seemed even more tan than the last time I’d seen him. His steely grey eyes were shining with unused promises, and the salt-and-pepper in his hair boasted of a sexual energy that seemed to simply follow him wherever he went. His unwavering stare was a little unnerving, but his stance seemed comfortable. His hands were tucked into his tailored suit pockets while his hip leaned against the counter. Like he was trying to prop up something he knew would eventually fall over. “Honestly, I’m flattered. But it’s not something I can do at the moment,” I said. “Hailey, Hailey, Hailey. I promise you this is the opportunity of a lifetime. You could become richer than your dreams ever afforded you.” “My art isn’t about riches, Ramon,” I said. “It’s about creating beau

  ty.” “And you want to share that beauty with the world, do you not?” he asked. “Of course, I do. That’s what I’m doing now. That’s what I successfully did with the gallery showcase you came to.” “That was another artist’s work you were showcasing. Not your own. This art tour would not be something you could simply use to advertise other artists like you do here, which I admire by the way. Most artists I come into contact with would fill the walls of their studio with their own art instead of allowing other artists to infiltrate their space.” “It’s not an infiltration,” I said. “It’s a coming together and a bonding mechanism between two artists. It is possible for a population to enjoy more than one form of art.” Ramon nodded before he shot me a smirk and then pushed himself off the counter. He began to walk around the gallery again, taking in the new paintings hanging on the wall. But the mome
nt he turned around and took in the massive canvas I’d hung up this morning, I saw a glimmer of recognition in his eyes. And I knew that I’d been made. “Ah, I see,” he said. “You see what?” I asked. “The reason why you do not wish to leave.” He slowly approached the painting and studied it, his shimmering eyes dancing around the canvas while he took in every stroke. He raised his fingertips to the two dollops of paint off to the right, agrin cascading across his cheeks as his fingers stopped shy of their peaks. A wide smile crossed his face before he shook his head. Then he stuck his hands back into his pockets and took a step back. “If I had someone who could pull that kind of heated intimacy from myself, I’d be hesitant to leave them, too,” he said. I couldn’t help but flush at his comment, and it was then I felt his heavy stare back on my body again. “It is nothing to be ashamed of, Hailey. If this man, or woman, can bring you to this level of passion, I understand completely why you do not want to leave for an art tour in Europe,” he said. “He’s a very important part of my life, yes,” I said. “Well, he is also a very lucky man to have caught the eye and heart of such a profoundly beautiful woman.” I could do nothing else but smile and shake my head. “You are relentless, aren’t you, Ramon?” I asked. “I only pay compliments I mean to those who deserve them. And you, Miss Hailey, deserve them all.” “I’m simply waiting for you to put in your bid in case things go south with me and the handsome counterpart to this painting.” “Oh, trust me. At first, I was considering it. You are a beautiful woman who is incredibly talented and so full of life.” His words stung deeper than I knew he meant them to, and I had to control the tears rising up my throat.