Midnight Muse

“Knox,” I gasp as it hits me like a wave. His compliments, how he’s described me like I’m his dream.

He makes a noise of agreement, unaware of the sudden burst of creativity he’s given me.

“That’s it, Princess. Say my name just like that.”

“Knox,” I whine a little this time. “Baby, baby, wait a second,” I pant, shoving at his shoulders. I want him, and I’m absolutely planning on finishing this with my boyfriend, but I need to tell him what’s come over me.

He pauses, pulling away.

His dark brows are furrowed with worry and I’m quick to soothe him. “Did I hurt you?”

“No.” I shake my head firmly, offering him a consoling smile. “You’ve given me the best idea. I know what I’m going to draw for my project.”

Knox grins, kissing me excitedly. I can’t stop beaming, finally feeling the exhilaration I’ve been yearning for all these years. I’m jittery and nervous, but it’s thrilling, my heart beating heavily in my chest.

I feel full.

It makes me want to laugh when Knox looks down between our bodies where we’re connected. His eyes flick back up to mine and I grimace a little. Parting from him sounds less than appealing.

“Do you need to go right now?”

This time, I can’t help myself, laughing, full and happy. Knox groans at the fluttering of my pussy clenching around his cock. He buries his face into my neck and I thread my fingers through his hair, enjoying the solid weight of his body on mine. “Oh no, Knox, I’m not leaving you until you’ve fucked me so thoroughly, I can only see stars.”

I can feel his lips curling into a grin against my skin. I can’t help but to smile along with him.

“That,” Knox says, pulling away with a wicked smirk, his eyes gleaming beautifully. “I can do.”

“Quinn?” Knox asks me sometime later when we’ve managed to clean ourselves up again and actually try to sleep.

It’s not coming easily.

That jittery excitement still buzzes beneath my skin. For the first time in years, I’m feeling creative, like whatever I make next is going to be groundbreaking, and once I put my pencil to the paper, I’m going to be unstoppable.

To say that I don’t know where this is coming from would be a lie. Knox’s whispered words have embedded themselves in my brain, in my heart, and every time I close my eyes to attempt to fall into the sleep trying to drag my eyelids down, they ring in my head over and over until I’m biting back an eager smile.

“Yes?” I answer, not moving from where I’m resting my head on his chest. Apparently, sleep isn’t coming very easily to Knox, either, but I’m unsure why.

His fingers stroke my hair again, a soothing motion he’s been doing since we settled in this position. I enjoy the occasional brush of his blunt nails against my scalp, scratching my head.

“Are you still awake?”

I want to snort so badly at his question. “Wow, nothing gets by you. Did the fact that I answered you when you called my name make you think I was asleep?”

I squeak at the teasing pinch to my cheek he gives me, swatting at his chest that’s shaking with laughter. I can’t help but join him. I enjoy this side of Knox, the happier, freer side that he doesn’t show anyone outside of his trusted circle.

“You could’ve been saying yes to anything.” His tone takes on that familiar teasing one that makes my aching thighs clench. We might have gone too many rounds tonight, is what my tender pussy is telling me. “Could’ve been having the best dream about me stuffing my cock into your drenched pussy, Princess, begging me for more.”

“Stop,” I beg, even though my body is going hot with his words. Knox buries his fingers in my hair with a deep chuckle, holding me close. “I can’t go another round tonight. You’ve ruined me.”

I ignore the way his chest puffs with pride.

“Back when we had our date,” he starts, and I know where this is heading. The night of our first date when we went spray painting a few towns over, I’d blurted out about the imposter syndrome that had taken root so deeply I wasn’t sure I would ever know what life would feel like without it again. I’d clammed up, cutting the conversation short, but it’s been looming between us ever since. “We haven’t had a chance to talk more about it. I want to know how you’ve been feeling since then?”

My heart soars in my chest. This man is incredible. He hasn’t forgotten our conversation, and even though I may have wanted him to because I was embarrassed about it at the time, he’s been thinking about it. Thinking about me.

I’m overcome with emotion.

“Good,” I answer, smiling softly. “I think I’ve finally found my muse.”