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“A month ago, neither of us saw this coming.” Once it’s out of my mouth, I realize I’m stating the obvious, but he knows what I’m saying, that I’m captured in the magic of what we’ve found.
“No. I never expected this.” He reaches to give me the sweetest kiss one person has ever bestowed on another. “But I can’t say I didn’t dream of finding someone wonderful to love. I’m lucky to have found you.”
I nip his chin as I wonder if I might have enough energy for another round of lovemaking.
“Yep. We’re both lucky.”
Epilogue
Jenna
“I can’t wait to see it.”
“And you will. Just not yet,” he says as he retreats behind the canvas.
All I can see of him is his tail lazily slicing back and forth behind him.
“Sadist.”
“Not a sadist. Maybe a perfectionist.”
He steps back to get a different view of the portrait he’s painting of me.
“Is it beautiful?” I ask.
This gets his attention. He steps to the side, giving me a view ofallof him. He paints in the nude, so all of him is truly A-L-L. And it’s quite a sexy sight.
“Even if I had no artistic talent, any painting of you would be beautiful, my love. You in those mussed sheets with a look on your face that proclaims to all the world how satisfied you are? There’s nothing on the planet as beautiful as that.”
Be still my heart. When he smiles at me like that, his fangs on full display in all their glory, it never ceases to get my motor revved.
“Watch it,” he warns as he steps back behind the canvas. “If your nipples are going to be erect in the painting, they’ll have to be erect for the entire time you’re posing. And who would we elect to be your fluffer?”
“Fluffer?” I ask.
“Yes. I read that’s the job description of the person who keeps the actors aroused on a porn set.”
“My, aren’t you well-read,” I say wryly.
I glance around our sunny Quonset hut built near the military portion of the property where they’re housing all the human-splicer couples. You’d think it would be stark, but we’ve made it surprisingly homey in here.
My favorite furnishings are all the artwork on the walls. It’s hard to believe that in such a short time Noble has managed to not only take up painting but has become so talented. He even has an online following, though I can’t imagine what his fans would think if they knew what he looked like.
He still helps me in the bakery when needed, but he’s found his passion. I’m glad. I felt a bit guilty when I thought he’d be following my dream and never have time to seek his own.
The song, “The Lion Sleeps Tonight,” weaves its catchy tune around us as I inventory his paintings dotting most of our walls. A smile widens on my face as I imagine our home years from now with hundreds of paintings from floor to ceiling.
“Quit smiling!” he growls. “I want that ethereal look on your face. You know the one. It’s like you’re keeping the very best secret. You always have it after you scream in pleasure. It’s you at your most beautiful.”
“I bet you say that to all the girls,” I tease, but I love hearing his praises. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of them.
“Just you, my love. I only say lovely things to you.”
The way his deep voice dips when he says things like that pulls my heartstrings. Will I ever get enough of this male? I don’t think so.
“Although the fields of sunflowers and the wild abstracts, as well as the expressionless cows on our walls, don't bother me, I can't help but question the placement of this three-by-five-foot canvas. Where is it going to hang?” It suddenly strikes me I don’t want my naked portrait hanging anywhere. The workmen who come in from time to time all know me personally. It may very well be art, but I’ll still feel scandalized.
“I’m going to paint clothes on you… eventually. It will make me smile to imagine what the portrait looked likebeforeI added a sexy Hawaiian shirt and khaki pants.” He laughs.
