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Chapter 71: Yours, Daddy
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PAINTED IN SIN Chapter 71: Yours, Daddy
They stayed joined for several long minutes. Quentin’s forehead rested against Verity’s. His breathing was still uneven. One of his hands moved slowly up and down her back in a steady rhythm that felt almost soothing after everything he had just done to her body. Verity’s legs remained wrapped loosely around him. She could feel him still hard inside her, as if he had no intention of leaving her body just yet. When he finally pulled out, she made a soft sound of loss. Quentin looked down at the space between them — at the evidence of what they had just shared. Something dark and satisfied moved through his eyes. He reached for a clean cloth from the nearby shelf and gently cleaned her thighs. The care in his touch contrasted sharply with how roughly he had taken her only moments earlier. Then he lifted her off the table. Verity’s legs felt weak. She steadied herself against his chest. Quentin did not give her time to fully recover. He turned her around so she faced the large glass
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Quentin did not give her time to change her mind. The moment the words left her mouth, his hands tightened on her hips and he pulled her flush against him. The hard length of him pressed between her legs through his trousers. Verity’s breath caught. She could feel how much he wanted her, and the knowledge sent a fresh wave of heat through her body. He kissed her again — deeper this time, then slower, as if he intended to take his time tasting every part of her mouth. One hand stayed buried in her hair, holding her exactly where he wanted. The other slid higher under her dress until his palm rested against the bare skin of her thigh. When he finally broke the kiss, both of them were breathing harder. “Look at me, Verity,” he said. Verity opened her eyes. His gray-blue gaze was dark and focused entirely on her. “I want you,” he said quietly. “Right here. In this room. On this table if I have to. Tell me you want the same.” She swallowed. “I do.” Something satisfied and possess
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By the time Verity reached the studio, the locked doors upstairs were already fading from her mind. Sunlight poured through the glass walls. The ocean stretched blue and calm beyond the estate. Quentin had prepared everything she needed during their last stay, and the sight of the clean canvases and open paint boxes made her smile. She was squeezing color onto a palette when Quentin walked in carrying two cups of coffee. “You may stay,” she said. He set one cup beside her. “How generous.” “I was thinking of throwing you out.” “Of my own studio?” She turned slowly. “Your studio?” Quentin corrected himself at once. “Your studio.” She handed him a clean palette. “We’re using oils. Alla prima.” He picked up a brush without hesitation. “Fine with me.” Verity stopped. “How do you know that term?” “I’ve painted before.” “A little?” “For years.” She stared at him. “And you never told me?” “You never asked.” Something warm and competitive lit inside her. “Then show me.” They
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After their shared bath, Quentin could not completely push their conversation from his mind. He stood near the balcony doors while Verity finished getting ready, thinking again about the way her body stiffened when he asked what she would do if he no longer wanted their marriage to end. He expected hesitation. Verity rarely gave him anything easily when emotions were involved. What he did not expect was how quickly she tried to escape the subject altogether. There was one thing Quentin had come to understand about his wife. Verity was difficult when it came to matters of the heart. She could argue with him openly about almost anything else. She could challenge him, tease him, become angry with him, or tell him exactly when she thought he was being unreasonable. But whenever the conversation moved toward what she truly felt, she seemed to build a wall around herself. Quentin did not blame her entirely. The people who should have taught Verity that love was safe had done the opp
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Verity remained frozen for a second after Quentin’s sleepy voice interrupted her thoughts. “Thinking of me?” His eyes were still closed, but the faint smile on his lips told her he was fully awake. “No.” The answer came far too quickly. Quentin opened one eye. “Interesting.” Verity frowned. “What?” “You answered before I finished asking.” “I knew what you were going to say.” “So you were thinking about me.” “I was thinking about breakfast.” He opened both eyes now and turned toward her, clearly entertained. “While staring at my face?” Verity opened her mouth. Then she closed it. Finally she spoke. “I was not staring.” “Okay then.” He concluded. Verity pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh. Quentin shifted closer beneath the covers and rested one arm across her waist. “Tell me what you were thinking.” “Not again.” She said. “That usually means something very important.” Verity rolled her eyes. “Why do you always have an answer for everything?” “Years of e
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