Chapter 3Sophie’s pov“Ryan, the crew is still banging away down there but I need you right now,” I said that evening after we shared a glass of wine in the attic studio. The sun was beginning to set but the day still felt full of possibilities. I pulled out the canvas I kept hidden, the intimate one with soft curves of a woman’s body, thighs spread and glistening. “This is the one I painted when I was so horny and frustrated. What do you see in it?”Ryan set his wine down and stared at the painting, his gaze moving over every naked detail before shifting to me. His breathing got heavier. “This is vulnerable and beautiful,” he said, voice low and rough. “The way you captured that raw need, the wetness on her thighs. It’s you, isn’t it? Pouring out all that fire you keep locked up.” He stepped closer, eyes dark on my tits now, nipples poking hard through the thin shirt.“Yeah it is me,” I admitted, heat flooding my face and my cunt at the same tim
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