Page 17 of Paid With Innocence

My heart is racing. “What is this?” I ask—probably the dumbest question I’ve ever asked, but I don’t know what else to say.

“What do you think?” Orson chuckles. “It’s your new studio.”

He sets me down and I walk slowly through everything. It’s like I’m floating as I stare down at the paints—all of them premium brands—and all the brushes and pencils I could never afford.

There are professional artists out there who would be envious of this.

“What do you think—?” he starts to ask, but before he can finish, I’m leaping back onto him, kissing him like the only cure for my hunger is his lips.

His rugged hands grip my ass, and he wastes no time pulling down the hem of my shorts to get to my flesh. I moan into his mouth as he kneads it firmly, sensually, making me feel like I’m the only girl in the world.

Without thinking, I reach between his legs.

There it is. A bulge I can’t even get my hand around.

The heat within me swells. My heart pounds like a drum beneath my ribs. We just started kissing, and he’s already hard.

That’s when I realize it: I’m ready too.

I squeeze, feeling the outline of his enormous cock through his pants. He presses his tongue into my mouth, kissing me deeper, and turns to carry me out of the room. But I stop him.

“No. Here.”

His eyes flash as he looks back at me. “Not in the bed?”

I shake my head. “I may be innocent, but I’m an artist, Orson, and we’re just a little bit crazy.”

I smirk back at him as I squeeze him again, so hard he actually jumps. A brief look of shock comes over him, which is exactly what I was looking for.

The next thing I know, I’m on my back on the floor as he tears my clothes off me.

First my shorts, then my top. Thankfully, I’m not wearing any of the designer brands he bought for me today. But then again, would it really matter? Orson could buy the whole store if he wanted.

I lie naked beneath him, my thighs burning as I watch him strip out of his shirt, revealing the straps of muscle that adorn his body. The veins of his arms bulge as he tugs off his pants. He kicks them aside, and his cock springs out, slapping hard against my pussy.

I yelp playfully, laughing as he leans in and starts to kiss me all over.

“You don’t know how badly I want you, princess.”

His words are like gasoline on a fire. My thigh muscles quiver, and my hands move on their own, reaching out for his thick arms to pull him closer.

“Orson,” I whisper before he kisses me. “You know I don’t want you for your money, right?”

His lips form a line, and he nods, his eyes soft. “I can’t know for sure,” he says, causing my heart to tremble. “But it’s what I believe.”

“Good,” I reply. “Because it’s the truth. Even if you were living in a tent in the woods, I’d still love you.”

My heart stops. His pupils dilate, and a line in his jaw flexes.

Love…did I just say that?

I did. And I didn’t even think about it. It just slipped out of my mouth as naturally as could be. And it’s not lost on Orson.

“I love you too, Megan.” His reply shakes me to my core. My body temp rises so quickly that I start sweating. Only this time, I don’t care. Because I know he doesn’t. “And if I had to live in the woods with you, I would. And I’d be happy.”

I reach up and run my fingers across his strong chin, admiring the strong lines of his face.

“I’d live anywhere with you.”