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And what beautiful art it is.

I lean my back against the cabin wall and watch him.

I track the movement of his arms as his brush glides effortlessly over the canvas.

Fuck… I shouldn’t be looking at him like this.

And I definitely shouldn’t be feeling whatever the fuck is opening up in my chest while I do it.

But then again… this whole thing only lasts while we’re at the cabin.

So who am I to pass up this incredible, delicious, so-damn-sexy temporary bubble?

Yeah.

It’s time to intervene.

I step up behind him, slide my fingers into his gorgeous long hair, and pull his head back.

“Wha—” Cillian gasps in surprise, his head arching back to expose the curve of his throat.

I tighten my grip and bring my mouth down on his.

Cillian moans into my lips, and I break the kiss just long enough to swivel him around and kiss him a second time.

Our mouths move together at a hot, desperate pace. I lick his lower lip, nip at it, tasting him as he clings to me, pulling his body as close as he can get.

It feels incredible.

But it’s still not close enough.

I grab him around the waist, haul him off his stool, and bring us both down onto the porch floor.

Yeah… this is much better.

Cillian parts his legs, inviting me right in, and I settle between his thighs, our bodies grinding together as I slide my tongue back into his mouth.

Fuck.

The friction is phenomenal.

“Knox,” he pants against my lips, his fingers digging into my shoulders. “More…”

“You like that, Prince?” I growl against his skin. “You like being pinned down out here?”

“Yes. Please… more.”

I roll my hips against his and a jolt of pleasure shoots down to my hardened cock.

“Show me how bad you want this, Cil,” I demand, and he does.

He arches his lower back into me, sliding his length over mine, and I lose my mind.

I drive my hips harder and faster.

The friction is so intense it feels like I’m inside him, and I can’t stop.

I thrust once, twice, three times, harder each time, until my shoulder slams into a small side table next to us, knocking over an open can that drenches us both in blue paint.