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Honestly, it’s a miracle that I don’t just ht up in his procession of art that he doesn’t notice our near tryst Weout details about the co stories about the irls looking to make a little extra money Some posed for free because they wanted the experience And at each portrait, there is Daly, desperately needy

My nipples, now erect and sensitive, rub provocatively against the soft chiffon with every step I take My sex feels swollen, begging to be touched I a I can do about it

It’s torture, but as toroes, it’s pretty damn sweet

Evelyn calls Blaine back out onto the balcony just as we’ve h of relief

Damien steps behind ht we met, Ms Fairchild You and I surrounded by erotic art, andyou"

My breath is shaky "We met six years before that, Mr Stark"

"So we did," he says, his lips brushing et what you want?" I tease

"Yes," he says, easing closer behind ainst ht you knew"

"Why Mr Stark," I say "I thought you told me it was bad form to host a party with a hard-on"

"True," he says "Perhaps we should escape to the powder room I can think of a rather pleasant way to prevent a social faux pas"

"Keep talking," I say "You just razes oververy slowly up h

"Stop it," I say, my voice low as I push his hand down I shift a bit in his arms, then freeze at what I see on the far side of the floor--Giselle stepping into the rooh the kitchen I tense, because Giselle is not one of the people who knows that I airl in the portrait, and I don’t understand why she’s here early I tell allery That it’s not like she hasn’t seen nude paintings before And surely she doesn’t know it’s me That was part of our deal, and Damien is a man of his word

I tell myself all that, and I’ve almost convinced myself, too But then Bruce steps into the room behind her, and I freeze, my body like one solid block of icy s on the wall, and ht at it