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was learning—a giant orgasmic turn on. There was a couple
minutes’ pause before he messaged back.
    Sexy Artist: I’m going to
fuck that cunt with my tongue as you sit that sweet pussy on my
face.
    Moisture seemed to explode
from her, soaking her yoga pants. Her inner walls were clenching,
trying to find relief from the insane amount of desire that was
beginning to pour through her. If he kept talking to her like, that
all she would have to do is cross her legs and she would
come.
    Me: I’m so wet.
    Even as she typed it out,
she moaned softly. She was turned on more than she’d ever thought
possible.
    Sexy Artist: Get. Here.
NOW!!!!!!!
    She frowned.
    Me: I can’t. Two bottles
of wine.
    Sexy Artist: Take a cab.
My bike is in the shop!
    He rode a motorcycle. Holy
balls, was there anything else hotter about him that she was
missing? The little whispering angel that appeared on her shoulder
began to tsk at her. She shouldn’t be going to see him. Christian
was bad news. He was hiding something from her. All he really
wanted was sex. It wasn’t good on her fragile ego because as soon
as it was over, she knew—even though she denied it—she would be
crushed. There were probably at least three dozen reasons why she
should just say goodnight and not even go down that road
again.
    The little devil on her
shoulder appeared. He’s hot. He can fuck like a jackhammer pounding
at miles of asphalt. He has made you come more times in one night
than you did the entire time you were with Robert.
    Her phone chirped and
vibrated in her hand.
    Sexy Artist:
Hello?
    Sexy Artist: You
there?
    Me: Be there in
fifteen.
    She searched for a
twenty-four hour cab company and quickly called. As luck would have
it, there was one already in the neighborhood and it would be there
in five minutes, giving her no time to change or
anything.
    “ Oh well,” she said as she
slipped on her shoes and made her way to the front porch. The fresh
air felt good as the balmy breeze touched her sweat-dampened body.
Her nipples were straining against her shirt. She hadn’t even
bothered putting on a bra. Thankfully the driver was a
woman.
    Amy slipped into the back
seat and spouted the address. As she rode in silence she tapped her
fingers nervously on her lap. Thankfully she was already a good way
to getting drunk or she would have talked herself out of the late
night booty call.
    Ten minutes later the cab
pulled to a stop in front of the warehouse.
    “ Are you sure about this,
sweetie? It looks kind of dangerous,” the cab driver said as she
looked out the window at the dark and imposing building.
    Amy chuckled, touched by
the woman’s concern. “Yeah, it’s actually an art gallery. My friend
lives in the back.”
    “ Okay then.”
    Amy paid the fare and
quickly made her way to the front door. No sooner had she stepped
through the entrance than a pair of hands shot out of the shadows
and pulled her roughly back. Her back landed against the hard wall
of Christian’s chest, and she could feel his hot breath on her ear.
That wasn’t the only thing she could feel. His proud erection was
pressing urgently against her ass.
    “ Anxious to see me?” she
purred.
    Christian’s hands snaked
up through her hair as he pulled her head sharply back. He crushed
his mouth to hers and she moaned. His hand slipped down the front
of her pants and into her slickness.
    “ Fuck, you’re so wet,” he
said against her mouth.
    “ I told you,” she said as
she began to roll her hips against his hand.
    “ I want to make you come
right now. I want to hear you scream,” he growled as he released
her and spun her around. He made quick work of her clothes, nearly
tearing them from her body in haste. She didn’t care because her
hands roamed over his naked body hungrily.
    He pushed her against the
wall and squatted down in front of her. Before she could register
what was happening, he was lifting her from the floor, draping her
legs over her shoulders. She was about to