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“Yes. It’s my family’s business, and has been since the dawn of time.”
“Your sketches are amazing.” My hand moved between my legs, and I held my pussy tight, hoping that would ease the ache.
“Thank you. Normally, I don’t show those to anyone.”
Juices flowed from me, soaking my fingers. “I wasn’t trying to invade your privacy. I was trying to know you better.”
“I noticed some lines on a clean piece of paper. Did you sketch something?
“Uh-huh.” I panted and dipped my fingers into my core. “Mm, Frank.”
“Pricilla?” His voice deepened and sounded husky. “May I see it?”
I panted harder, and used my other hand to slip between my lips and make lazy circles around my clit. “I don’t know. I don’t normally show anyone my sketches.”
“Fair is fair. I’m trying to get to know you better.”
A soft giggle escaped my lips, and I took a deep breath. “It’s under the chair your friend Vincent sat in.”
I heard him drag the chair over, unfold the sketch, and let out a long, low whistle.
“Cilla, this is beautiful.”
“Really?”
“Absolutely. It looks fit for a goddess to wear.”
“That was my dream.” A soft moan slipped out. “To someday be a clothing designer.”
“Then we should work to make that happen.” He crawled around the corner, catching me with my hand in my honey pot, and I jumped up, darted in to grab my collar, snapping it on. I ran out of the room and went to our bedroom, where I shifted back to my cat form. Letting out a loud hiss, I ran under the bed to hide in embarrassment.
Chapter Eleven
Frank
Shit. I didn’t mean to scare her.
Heaving a sigh, I got up and went to cook some food. Maybe she would come back out. Looking up, I noticed there were more cats wandering around outside my home. “Sorry boys, she’s mine.” I growled.
I’ll take her hand masturbating herself as confirmation that she’s as turned on by me as I am by her and I’ll be damned if any of them get to mate with her.
After hearing her voice and talking with her, I wanted to know more. I wanted to hold her in my arms and kiss her sweet lips.
I can fantasize about her and not be some sick pervert!
Relief flooded my body, and I adjusted my throbbing cock.
I looked back down at the sketch in my hands and realized she drew a wedding dress. I put it on the table with my sketches and then went to cook.
Was it crazy to hope she was in love with me, too?
Cooking centered me and made me feel grounded. I made us a full dinner of two medium rare steaks, green beans, and a good bottle of wine.
I put the sketches up and cleaned the table, then set it for a romantic dinner of two.
Outside my picture window in the sunroom, I could see two males fighting. I’d never seen such a brutal, bloody fight, and it ended with one becoming the other’s bitch. The catcher cried out in pain when the winner plowed in.
Don’t envy you there, bud.
