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As I lit the last few candles, standing back to look at the warm glow in the bathroom, I was able to breathe normally. All because I’d had an angel on my side, a true hero who’d stopped at nothing to save me. I knew I could wallow in the aftermath of what had happened, but with Snake’s help, I’d realized that in doing so, the monster would have won after all.
Besides, I had far too many things to do in my life.
So did Snake.
“What do you think? Beautiful?”
Woof!
Laughing, I hunkered down, rubbing him under the chin. “I was so worried about you, baby boy. You are my hero too.”
His tail thwapped against me, the few licks on my face exactly what I needed. “Let’s get everything else ready. Daddy should be home in a few minutes.”
He trailed behind me as I grabbed the bottle of wine and two glasses, taking them into the bathroom. It was almost perfect. I glanced at my luminated reflection in the mirror, able to smile. I didn’t look too bad in my sexy new negligee, a gift to myself. If things went according to plans, it wouldn’t stay on very long and that was just fine by me.
With a few minutes left to wait, I headed to Snake’s art studio, laughing softly at the splashes of color all over the walls. It added to the effect, feeling more like a studio than it probably did before. As I moved to the paintings he’d already done, I marveled at his technique in how he managed to bring everything to life.
“What’s your favorite?”
Panting, Apollo moved directly to the portrait of himself, lifting a single paw. “You’re biased but I have to agree with you.” The man was so talented, yet he refused to agree with me. I thought about the art show and snickered. Maybe I’d enter a painting or two into one of the competitions without his knowledge. My instinct told me he would win hands down.
And the risk of punishment was well worth the possible reward.
He barked in response, his tail spinning in a circle. There was a single canvas that was covered in a tarp, and I’d been warned not to look at it or I’d face harsh punishment. As I walked closer, Apollo whined.
“Sshhh… Don’t tell your daddy.” I threw a look over my shoulder, listening for any signs of his return. Then I grabbed the edge, lifting it slowly.
“I see that when the cat’s away, the mice do play,” Snake said from behind me, the throaty, velvety tone sending shivers down my spine.
“Uh-oh,” I said, slowly lowering the tarp. “I wasn’t doing anything.” As I turned around, I planted the most lust-filled look on my face that I could manage, easing the tips of my fingers down my neck as I slowly lowered my gaze down the length of him. I’d seen enough to be shocked. My rugged, brutal man had painted a picture of me, the likeness uncanny.
He stood with his legs crossed, his arms folded, and a wicked smile on his face. “Nice try, sweetheart, but I caught you red-handed.”
“You’re such a tease. I just wanted a teensy-weensy look.” I lifted my hand, holding up my index finger, giving him a pouty look.
“Nope. I’m not going to buy it.” When he finally allowed himself to slide his eyes all the way down to my crimson-polished toes, he shook his head, the bulge between his legs thickening. “I think we need to take care of that right now before things get fully heated.”
“Whatever do you mean?” I swished my hips back and forth as I walked closer, still trying to persuade him not to give me a spanking.
“That means, my little naughty girl, that you need to take off that sexy frock you have on and face the wall, spreading those long legs of yours wide open.”
“I can’t talk you out of it?”
“Nope. Not a chance.” It was difficult for him not to grin as he walked further into the room.
“It’s gorgeous, just like all the rest of them.”
He tilted his head. “Compliments aren’t going to get you anywhere, but I’m glad you like them.”
“I love them. I think you need to enter them into a contest.”
His eyes opened wide. “Not a chance. Not one. Do you hear me?” He pointed his index finger in my direction. “Or else.”
“Okay, fine.” My mind was already churning.
I kept my lips pursed until he pointed to the wall. Only then did I reluctantly remove my nightie, a swirl of butterflies forming in my stomach. He had a way of doing that to me just by walking into a room.
“Turn around and do as I say.”
