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Follow her. Yeah, I like that idea. It allows me to sweep my eyes across the curves of her hips and ass from behind as she walks. It’s not just her front assets that are godly. She’s got it going on all over. This girl is a real piece of art herself.
“…who as you can see is very fond of splatter technique with specific color choice designed to arouse an emotion from the viewer.” I realize Billie has been giving me a spiel on the current exhibition and I’ve barely been listening because I’ve been focused on her.
“Arouse,” I repeat, turning my eyes to her. “Hard to imagine getting aroused from a painting. From a person on the other hand.”
Billie smiles nervously and looks down, letting her hair fall over her face, hiding her blush.
“You’re so…” Her voice trails off.
“So what?”
“I don’t know,” she says, twisting her luscious hips as she drags a foot up her ankle. “You’re scary. But you’re confident and kind of funny at the same time. I don’t know what to think of you, Gage.”
Normally, this would be just a part of my plan. Get close to my target, gain their trust, and then eliminate them. But that won’t be happening now. Not with Billie.
“And what about you, Billie?” Her eyes dart to my bicep and back to my face. “This clearly isn’t model behavior of an art gallery employee.”
Billie giggles, clearly flustered. “I’m not a model employee.”
But you could be a model. “Most of the time I’m writing on my laptop anyway.”
“Writing? You’re a writer?”
“Kind of.” She shrugs.
“Published?”
“One day. Maybe.” I can see the hope in her eyes when she says this. She really means it. This is an innocent, everyday girl with hopes and dreams that has yet to be corrupted by the world. A girl I do not belong with whatsoever. But still, I cannot help myself from being inexorably drawn to her.
My bulge is starting to ache behind my zipper. I’m damn sure she can see it by now too, although she’s doing a good job not letting her eyes drift. My balls are full and tight, and nothing but filthy thoughts are flowing through my mind. I’m a devil. She’s an angel. Everything about this is wrong…
Yet all that does is make me want her more.
I know I should leave her alone. A man like me could corrupt her innocence, drag her down into the depths of hell where I have been living for so long…
But I know that’s not what I’m going to do.
“Not a model employee?” I repeat, reaching out and taking a lock of her hair between my fingers. I lift it to my nose and inhale deeply. Her scent is intoxicating, like a drug. I feel whole parts of myself that I have pushed down for so long awakening. Billie is making me come alive in ways I was sure I never would again. “Ever do anything naughty here at the gallery, sweet thing?”
“Naughty?” Her voice is trembling. “L-like what?”
“Like hook up with a guy?” I’m almost one hundred percent sure I know the answer, but a part of me is still afraid of her answer.
Again she giggles, but this time it’s soft, like a warm breeze across my cheek that tickles my ears and makes its way down into my chest before spreading throughout the rest of my entire body. The purity of this girl is astounding. There’s absolutely no way she’s involved in the organization. Whatever information my boss got his hands on that said she was the target is wrong, and it’s a good thing I saw what happened with those other men tonight and that I didn’t come in here acting quickly or this beauty could have been lost forever.
Now it’s my job to make sure no one ever harms her. Ever.
“Hook up with a guy in here?” Her cheeks are so rosy it’s like she got too much sun today. “I don’t really…hook up.”
I knew it.
It’s as if her words have power over me, and I suddenly find myself moving forward, taking her waist with my hands and pressing her up against the wall. Her eyes go wide as I crush my chest against her magnificent breasts, so soft yet so firm. A tiny gasp slips out from between her plump, pink lips, causing my cock to jump with excitement. I grind into her, letting her feel the fullness of my arousal.
“You feel that, sweet thing? Feel what you’ve done to me?”
“My God,” she whimpers. “Is that…what I think it is?”
“What else would it be?” I grin, dragging my hands down her lower back, grabbing a full handful of her plump, perfect ass. Every inch of her is perfection. But this teasing is driving me insane. I need her now, and that’s not something I’m used to feeling. My cock is pumping, desperate to fill her. I need her squealing, gasping, crying out with her tits bouncing as I pound her from behind. I need her screaming my name as she climaxes.
