Midnight Muse

I like that.

“A muse, huh?” I ask, putting my mask back on as I attempt to lighten the sullen mood. Knox looks like he doesn’t want to deter this conversation, but I want us to have a good rest of our night, and I think he realizes that because he follows with his own mask, then pats my ass. I can tell that he’s smiling by the crinkles by his nose, but the sternness in his eyes tells me that this conversation is far from over. “So, you’re telling me that you inspire yourself?” I tease, thinking back to his exhibition. “How very narcissistic of you, Knox.”

He rolls his eyes and before I can continue my joking, he’s lifting his can of spray paint and marking me with a big heart across the entire front of my coveralls. My mouth drops open in shock but his satisfied smirk makes my heart swell.

“I believe that muses have the ability to change,” he answers around the mask, practically yelling. He’s staring down at me so intently that it’s making me a little nervous. Maybe he’s waiting for me to pick up a can of paint and retaliate. Or maybe he’s thinking exactly what I’m thinking: trying to find someplace nearby and private to tear each other’s clothes off.

“Oh, yeah?” I ask defiantly. I want to cross my arms over my chest but I don’t want to ruin his work. In a way, it feels like I’ve been branded by him, claimed by his artistic talent, and something hot flares within me at the very idea. “What’s your muse now?”

Knox doesn’t answer but he doesn’t need to. The way he seems to be devouring me with his eyes tells me all I need to know about just what his current muse is.

CHAPTER 28

QUINN

“When are you going to ask me?” I ask Knox later, when we’re back at my apartment and I’m climbing into his lap after tearing the clothes from his body.

He’s distracted with the way I’m pressing open mouthed kisses to his bare chest and sliding my soaking pussy across his hard cock with a swirl of my hips, so it takes a minute for my words to settle. Those jade eyes flick away from where he’s watching me grind down on him, his lids fluttering as he tries to focus on me. “What?”

I huff a laugh and his fingers tighten on my hips in warning. Again, I rock against him, our moans mixing together as I melt into his chest.

“When are you going to ask me to be your girlfriend?” I ask, cheeks burning with the question. Back at the spray painting place he had made it seem like I’m his muse, and if that’s true, then that means I’m the one who gives him inspiration and drive to create art. I’ll be damned if I’m doing all this work to inspire him and I don’t even get the title of girlfriend.

His smirk only makes my cheeks flare hotter. Knox leans up, capturing my lips against his in a kiss that almost makes me forget the question I just blurted.

Almost.

“Impatient little thing,” he says against my mouth, like he can’t get enough of me. Knox bucks his hips and my breath catches, eyes rolling back at the feeling of his crown against my clit. His eyes are hot on me and it makes me want to shrink away, embarrassed about my outburst. “That what you want, Princess?”

I shrug, feeling shy all of a sudden. What if this isn’t something he wants? What if it’s just casual fun for him? My heart clenches at the thought, but before I can draw back, he’s twisting his fingers into my hair and directing my gaze back to his. “If you want.”

“Is this answer imperative to how the rest of the night goes?” He asks, reaching between us to rub his cock in a long stroke across my wet pussy. When I arch into him and try to throw my head back on my shoulders, his firm grip keeps me from doing so. Little does Knox know, I’m enjoying the slight burn I feel when my hair tugs with the movement.

There’s a light in his eyes, and the way that he’s unable to hide that smile, the one that has the corner of his mouth tugging up, has my shoulders relaxing, brings some of my fight back.

“I mean, I can go next door and?—”

“Don’t you fucking dare finish that sentence, Princess,” Knox growls, grabbing my hips to roll us over. I squeal at the swift movement and suddenly I’m pressed into the mattress with Knox’s looming form towering over me. His eyes are sharp with a possessiveness that makes my heart skip and my breath catch in my chest. My body tingles with electricity at his following words. “You’re all fucking mine.”

It’s my turn to grin wickedly, to tease him, because if there’s anything about our relationship that’s guaranteed, it’s the teasing. It’s always been us, and always will be us, the only difference now, is that I think I might be in love?—

“If I’ll have you, you mean,” I nip at Knox’s lips, distracting myself to avoid finishing that thought. I stretch, biting the smooth skin between his pectorals as I settle further into him, his warmth and the way that his hands haven’t stopped moving along my skin since I pushed him into bed is intoxicating. “Which means that you’d have to ask me, first. See if I even want you back.”

“Oh, but I know you do, Princess,” Knox’s voice takes on a low edge that makes me want to scream. I can feel it vibrating from his chest, pressed tightly against mine. His weight is comforting in the best way, and I’m reveling in it. “I know you want all of this to yourself.”

He follows his words by nestling the head of his cock between my folds. I squirm, trying to get him to press further into me, but Knox holds strong, stilling my hips with his hands. My chest heaves with anticipation. I want him inside of me right fucking now, and I’m regretting taunting him already.

The keen that escapes when his mouth moves to my neck betrays my words. “S’not that special,” I slur blissfully, craning my neck to give him more room. I can feel his laughter puffing against my skin and I rake my fingers down his arms when he finds that spot that makes me weak.

He hums like he believes me and the vibrations travel all the way down to my toes. Knox’s fingers take a torturous path, brushing down the center of my body, slipping between us to tease my throbbing clit. The head of his condom covered cock breaches my entrance and I cling to him like he’s the only thing keeping me connected to reality.

“How about I show you how special my cock is, and then I ask you to be my girlfriend?” Knox proposes, fingers scooping up some of my slick, using it to circle his motions faster.

“How about you ask me to be your girlfriend and then you show me how not special your cock is?” I counter, but I’ll do just about anything to have him pressing all the way in.

“Fine,” he relents. “But if I make you orgasm more than twice, you can’t call my cock ‘not special’ ever again. You have to refer to it as ‘the most special cock you’ve ever had the pleasure of coming on,’ Princess. Oh, and that it’s pretty, too.”

Fuck, it really is pretty.