Page 186 of So This Is War
I smile up at him, then bring my mouth to the head of his cock where I swirl my tongue around the tip.
He sinks deeper into the chair, and his muscles contract as I pleasure him with my mouth. The entire time, I can’t help but think how lucky I am that my dad set this up. Little does he know, he set me up with the man of my dreams.
I rereadmy email for the tenth time, making sure my proposal makes sense.
After getting Levi off and him getting me off in return, we talked about what other images I could draw. I’ve been working tirelessly over those. I did one of her with her legs spread, completely naked, and her fingers playing with her clit while the other hand pinched her nipple. Levi really liked that one—it was his idea after all—and then he made me mimic the pose last night while we were FaceTiming. He had me angle the camera down and made me play with myself while he did the same. I’d much prefer for him to be here, but I’ll be honest, my orgasm tore through me faster than I expected.
And when he’s not home, he makes me sleep in his bed, which I also love because it smells like him and reminds me of him.
The other drawing we decided on was of Patty wearing a white button-up business shirt and nothing else. She’s pressed up against the wall, holding the bottom of the dress shirt up to show off her ass, while the top hangs off her shoulder, exposing one of her breasts. That’s my favorite because there’s mystery but also, it’s tasteful. A tease.
And now that the images are done, I’m ready to send them.
Or am I?
I glance down at the time. Levi should still be in the hotel, so I call him.
He answers on the first ring.
The first thing I see is his abs with a towel wrapped around his waist. Then he comes more into view as he props his phone up and leans one hand against the bathroom counter, the other brushing his teeth.
“Hey, babe,” he says before spitting his toothpaste in the sink. “You’re up really early.”
“I sleep better when you’re here, and I have a lot on my mind.”
“What’s going on?” he asks before leaning down to look at me.
And there he is.
In his handsome glory, hair wet, eyes bright, ready to listen.
“I think I’m ready to send the email to Patty.”
“I thought you sent it already,” he says.
“I made some adjustments this morning. Just minor tweaks after you read it last night. I’m second-guessing everything.”
“Don’t. And what’s the worst that can happen? She says no? Then we move on to the next idea, which I wanted to talk to you about.” He picks up the phone and moves over to his bed. “Had dinner with the boys last night, and Halsey was telling us how his favorite author, W.J. Preston, put out a search for illustrators.”
“Really?” I ask.
“Yeah, Halsey was excited about it because it seems like the author is looking to include illustrations in some of his books. Got me thinking. You should enter. I looked it up last night but didn’t want to bother you because I knew you were working on this email. He gave prompts of what he’s looking for, and I think it might be fun for you. There’s also another author on the entryform as well. A romance writer. Rylee Ryan. Have you heard of her?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“Well, she’s looking to do the same thing, and they’re teaming up. Anyway, I’ll send you the link. I think the romance author is looking for more of a Patty Ford style, whereas W.J. Preston is looking for murder.”
I chuckle. “I’ll do both, I don’t care. Oh my God, Levi, you are amazing.” I press my hand to my heart. “Seriously, thank you.”
“Anything for you, babe.” He runs his hand through his hair. “I have to go. I have to meet the team in ten minutes. But send the email. I know she’ll love the pictures and the ideas you have. You’ve got this, babe.”
“Thank you, Levi.”
He winks. “Talk tonight.”
And then he hangs up.
I lean back in my chair and stare up at the ceiling.
