All Chapters of HIS FORBIDDEN MASTERPIECE : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

He just saw me Naked!!The door opens before I can reach it.Water’s still dripping off me, towel low on my hips and there’s a stranger standing in the doorway, dark eyes wide, clearly as lost as I am startled.Neither of us moves. Then the towel gives up entirely and hits the floor between us.He’s in my doorway, clearly lost, I notice the widening of his eyes before the towel gives up entirely and drops to the floor between us.Silence. A full, absurd second of it.His gaze moves from my chest and I saw him swallow dryly his eyes watching the outlines of my body. I see exactly where it lands, see the flush climb his neck a half-second later, and something in my own chest reacts before my mind catches up to it sharp, hot, entirely inconvenient.“Shit …I’m sorry …” He drops to grab the towel. And for one split second I saw his pretty eyes and his lips, and I found myself imagining his soft little lips round my cock… I snap out of it, yanking the towel of his hand with more force tha

The portrait sitting gets rescheduled twice before Anastasia finally pins down a date that works for all three of us, and by the time it arrives I’ve almost convinced myself I was over the whole tension with Lucas. Almost.I tell myself I’m over it during the drive home.. I tell myself again while I change out of my suit into the outfits picked for the portrait a black and blue custom made Tuxedo perfectly tailored, I was still in my head as I walk down the stairs I pause…staring at Lucas who was setting up in the front room easel angled toward the light, sleeves pushed up, entirely too composed for someone who ran out of this house apologizing three weeks ago I didn’t realize he had arrived. “Mr. Voss.” He look up from arranging his brushes.“Damien” I say, again, like last time didn’t happen. Like we’re starting fresh.“Right. Damien.” He finally glances at me, and there’s something careful in it, something deliberately neutral, and I realize he’s decided to play this exactly the

Am I gay? I kept wondering and asking myself…I kissed him, and worst still I enjoyed it he’s been in my head ever since…For the next week I bury myself in work… still shocked about what had happened the last time he was here, I kept telling myself I must be going crazy and that I just needed to be away from him but even in my thoughts he’s there, I close my eyes and I see him how do I get rid of this man? I can’t deny the fact that I enjoyed what happened between us.. his Perfect round ass such a fit in my hands, the kiss was magnificent I was rock hard just from his hands on my nioples and he almost went down on me… that cannot happen again. Lucas brings someone with him to the next sitting.I saw it the second they walk in a tall, easy-smiling man introduced as “my assistant, Marcus,” except assistants don’t laugh at everything you say like they’ve been waiting all week for the chance, and they definitely don’t touch your arm the way this one does within the first two minutes of

Lucas It was beautiful as I recalled the flashbacks of the intensity of the things we did in his office at work! Thank goodness the building is soundproof I can’t imagine someone hearing us like his secretary and he asked me to his penthouse, us alone. In the drive there I couldn’t help grinning from ear to ear and so excited about seeing this man again…i drive through the gates into the massive penthouse the butler showed me in as I carried my canvas. Immediately I opened the door there he is waiting for me the thought made a tingle run down my toes I dropped the canvas and work bag. “What took you so long?”“Traffic” “Don’t ever keep me waiting again” yes daddy And without much thought he ripped my shirt open buttons flying around a groan erupted from him. The rush, the thrill, the excitement the kisses once again rough but I pull back …”wait”. And slowly I plant kisses from his neck to his beautiful built chest my mouth round his nipple, bitting and sucking on it while my o

Anastasia didn’t have to wonder too much as the truth found her.A file of photos landed in her inbox three days after she’d confronted Damien about the missed dinners, taken from across the street, but unmistakable. Damien, at the door of a the penthouse. Beside him, was Lucas it didn’t take a rocket scientist to see how suspicious they were holding hands… Anastasia couldn’t believe her eyes, then she flipped to the next picture and she saw them kissing. She stared at it a long time. Then she drove there herself.She didn’t call ahead. Didn’t plan what she’d say. The doorman, who’d waved her through a hundred times for a hundred reasons, let her up without question, and she let herself in with the emergency code Damien had given her years ago some old habit of trust that hadn’t caught up yet to what she already knew.They weren’t expecting anyone. That much was obvious when she opened the door to see them in bed stark naked, Damien on Lucas kissing him while stroking his dick. She