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Possessed by otherworldly emotions for Brandon, his name falls from my lips in euphoric sounds.

His erotic groans match mine.

In between kisses, his hazy eyes watch my face with adoration veiling his.

“Little artist,” he growls before nipping at my bottom lip and starting to increase his speed.

The pressure builds bit by bit to an indescribable peek, flooding my pussy.

I tighten my hold on him as the dam shatters, and I convulse from the orgasm.

Brandon keeps going, grunting at my neck. Soon, his muscles tense at my touch, and I feel the pulses of his cock as warm fluids spurt inside me.

He lies still on top of me afterward, taking deep breaths and whispering over and over, “Mine.”

My eyes flutter open at the gentle kisses on my lips. I smile as Brandon’s handsome face comes into view.

“You fell asleep,” he rasps, stroking my arm.

“I barely got any last night.”

He frowns at my words. “I’m sorry again about your paintings.”

I sigh. “At least I have a bit of time to paint something else.”

He pinches his brows together and asks, “What do you have in mind?”

“Not sure yet. I’ll pick something from...” My voice trails as I glance at my dresser, realizing now that my sketchbook isn’t there. I flick to my backpack, wondering if I hadn’t taken it out. I can’t remember.

“What is it?” Brandon asks, sitting up with me.

I wobble my head, messy curls dancing. “My sketchbook.” I slip out of bed, haul on a nightshirt, and rifle inside my backpack.

A wave of loss washes over me. “It’s not here. Was it—”

“No,” he assures me before I finish. “I didn’t see it in the room.”

“I probably left it at school then.” I release a dramatic groan. “Great. If anyone looks inside and sees your sketches, they’ll probably think I’m obsessed with you.”

He smirks. “But you are.”

“Pfft.” I roll my eyes. “It’s the other way around.”

Brandon reaches for me.

Grasping his hand, I climb back on the bed and straddle him.

He loops his arms around my body securely, eyes peering up at me with affection glistening inside.

“I am,” he admits. “I’m frighteningly obsessed with a rather smart, talented, and impeccably beautiful girl who enjoys frustrating me at times.”

Soft giggles naturally spill from my lips.

Brandon captures them with a deep and thrilling kiss.

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