Page 185 of So This Is War
Hard to say no to that. So instead of dismounting, I lean over to the other side of the chair where my iPad is and wake it up. Feeling slightly nervous, I stare down at the drawing I was working on, then hold it to my chest.
Looking Levi in the eyes, I say, “Please be honest with me. Don’t say it’s good just to spare my feelings.”
“I’ll tell you the truth.”
“Promise?” I ask.
“Promise,” he says.
I let out a pent-up breath and say, “So a little backstory, I’ve found great fun in drawing and not really focusing on graphic design for marketing purposes. That doesn’t really excite me, but this does.”
I turn the iPad around and watch Levi’s expression as he takes in the erotic drawing I did of Patty Ford with a man between her legs, being pleasured.
His brows lift, and his mouth parts as he takes the iPad in hand and stares down at it.
“Holy fucking shit,” he says as he takes it all in.
Excitement flows through me becausethatis an honest reaction. That’s the kind of reaction I was hoping for.
I spent all day working on it, going back and forth between Patty Ford’s website and envisioning what I thought she’d look like if she had someone else with her. I worked tirelessly on making sure her face was accurate and her proportions made sense, and I spent probably more time than I should have on her chest and refining her nipples.
“Wylie,” he says as he shifts under me. “Fuck, this is really hot.”
“Really?” I ask.
He looks up at me and nods. “And really good. Jesus.” He drags his hand over his mouth and stares at it some more. “The shadowing is amazing, the way you contoured her body. Your lines are smooth. The expression on her face almost has movement to it. The whole drawing does. I can virtually see her panting if I stare at it long enough. Fuck. It’s good.” His eyes fall to mine. “And I’m not just saying that. This is really fucking amazing.”
I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. “Thank you,” I say. “I worked incredibly hard on it, and to be honest, it came to me while I was sitting in this chair.”
“It’s insane, like . . . fuck, babe, I’m hard.”
I chuckle and wiggle on his lap, feeling exactly how hard he is.
He groans and sets the iPad down. He grips my hips and asks, “Are you going to send it to her?”
“Do you think I should?” I ask as he grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it up and over my head, revealing my bare breasts. He sighs happily before reaching up to play with them.
“Yes, I think you should,” he says.
I bring his shirt up and over his head as well and say, “What would she do with it?”
“Sell it,” he says as I move down between his legs and pull down his joggers and briefs until he’s fully naked on the new chair. His erection’s stretched up to his navel, and instead of grabbing it, he rests his hands at his sides, letting me take charge, something that I love about him. He’s very much a man in control, but he has no problem submitting every once in a while.
I smooth my hands up his thighs. “You think she’d sell that?”
“Fuck yes,” he says as I spread his legs.
“Wait, was that a fuck yes to selling or a fuck yes to me spreading your legs?”
“Both.” He chuckles.
I press kisses along his inner thigh and move up toward his aching cock. “Should I email her?”
“Yes.” He swallows hard, then lifts my chin with his finger. “Let me finish this conversation before you finish me.” He takes another breath and then says, “Email her with the idea that you could make more of these prints in different poses and fantasies, and she can sell them in bundles. Trust me, she’d make a fortune.”
I sit back on my legs and say, “That’s a good idea. Yeah, I think I will email her.”
“Good.” He cups my cheek. “I’m proud of you, Wylie.”
