Make Me Yours (A Steamy Collection)
Turning in his arms, I met his gaze, my dark eyes wide with a mix of challenge.
My pulse fluttered at my throat, and he stared at the way my lips parted just slightly, as if I were already gasping for him. “An exhibition?” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. “Like public sex in front of evryone?”
Leonardo smirked, a slow, dangerous curve of his lips. His hand slid down, his palm flattening against my stomach before inching lower, his fingers teasing the hem of my dress. “That’s what I mean , my muse,” he murmured. “Art can be created in different ways.”
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