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Molly’s hair is like a flame in the light. Amber eyes turning golden. She’s breathtaking. While she’s captivated by the view, I pull out my phone and snap a few photos of her. I want to remember today.
“Lolita, what is all of this? I’m pretty sure this isn’t part of the program.”
“Consider this painting activity a small gift before your departure. Therapeutic arts are my specialty, and I know you enjoy playing with colors.” Ms. Deveaux gives me a knowing wink. “You’ll find several tubs of nontoxic, body safe paint, as well as brushes, easels, and anything you may need for a veryenjoyableafternoon.”
Molly scans the supplies laid out on a large, paint-splattered, wooden table. Two chairs sit at opposite ends. Near the door, there are pillows and candles next to a jug of water, fresh fruit, and mini sandwiches.
The vats of paint are massive. There are so many colors. Molly’s gaze is lush with excitement as she takes a seat.
This looks like it’s going to be a lot of fun.
“What do we have to paint?”
“Anything you want, dear.” Lolita spins on her feet. “Just have fun. Let your inhibitions loose, and sink into the sensations of your surroundings. I’ll leave the golf cart so you can get back to the resort. Enjoy your last night at On Cloud Nine, lovebirds.”
When she’s gone, I sit at the main table, joining Molly.
Her eyes are glued to the sky.What is she thinking?
I’ve struggled to decipher the roller coaster of mixed signals from her. One moment, we’re laughing, our lips almost touching. The next, it’s as if she’s willing herself to pull away.
Our horseback riding date was perfect. Watching her fall apart in my hands yesterday evening was one of the best experiences I’ve ever had. It’s a damn shame no one’s taken the time to watch her flourish. She’s a wet dream and so incredibly unaware of how fucking sexy she is.
I’m certain that her parents’ ruling in a couple of hours is weighing heavily on her. I want to distract her. To give her a break from her mind.
Molly shatters the silence. “Maybe we can do one of those splatter paintings.”
“Splatter paintings? Like Mia did inThePrincess Diaries?”
“DidThePrincess Diariesmake it onto your list of romance classics?” Molly props her feet on the chair, hugging her knees into her chest. Her dress cascades around her thighs, revealing a sliver of her lace panties.
My cock twitches against my trousers.
“‘You saw me when I was invisible.’” I quote Mia Thermopolis.
“I love that part.” She lights up. “Do you think Lolita will be upset if we get paint everywhere?”
Colors flake off the wood, the floors. There are even specks on the windows. “Art studios are supposed to be stained. Gives them more character. We’ll be adding a piece of ourselves here.”
“We can set up a canvas over there.” Molly points and gives me a smile. There’s an area toward the back of the room that’s covered in plastic.
All I want to do is give her the freedom to let loose, a space to take control like she did in the bath.
Her parted lips, her reddened cheeks, her wide eyes locked on mine as I made her scream.Damn. I’m fucking hard again. Jerking off in the shower is nothing compared to the way it felt when my fingers were inside of her.
I’m starting to become some kind of obsessed servant. Wanting to care for her, give to her, and hold her in a way that makes our relationship feel real.
I need Molly.
“Great spot; I’ll set it up.” I do as promised, hanging up the canvas as her watchful gaze remains on me.
“I’m reconsidering the whole splatter idea,” she laughs. “What if it looks like blobs of nothing?”
“Come on, you can blame any parts you don’t like on me.” I’d happily take the burden of being perfect off of her.
“Okay.”
“What color should we start with?” I follow her to the tubs of paint. “Since you’re the expert.”
