I chuckle. “So . . . if presented with the opportunity, you’d introduce me to someone as Wylie, your girlfriend, not Wylie the wench who lives in the nanny hole?”
He lets out a laugh as he considers it. “Wylie, the wench who lives in the nanny hole, has a nice ring to it, honestly, but I’d have to go with Wylie, my girlfriend.”
“Good answer.” I smooth my hands up his chest and lean forward, making out with him for a few seconds, letting our mouths explore as his hands wander down my back to my ass.
That’s when I pull up, and he groans in disappointment.
“Baby, keep kissing me,” he complains.
“Can I show you something first?”
“Is it your tits?”
I chuckle. “No, it’s a drawing I did.”
“Then, hell yeah, show me.” Smiling, I move off his lap, but he stops me. “You don’t need to get off me to show me.”
I roll my eyes. “Really? You know I’m a sure thing. You don’t need to keep me on your lap.”
“It’s a comfort thing. I like you here,” he says, those pleading eyes nearly cutting me in half.
Hard to say no to that. So instead of dismounting, I lean over to the other side of the chair where my iPad is and wake it up. Feeling slightly nervous, I stare down at the drawing I was working on, then hold it to my chest.
Looking Levi in the eyes, I say, “Please be honest with me. Don’t say it’s good just to spare my feelings.”
“I’ll tell you the truth.”
“Promise?” I ask.
“Promise,” he says.
I let out a pent-up breath and say, “So a little backstory, I’ve found great fun in drawing and not really focusing on graphic design for marketing purposes. That doesn’t really excite me, but this does.”
I turn the iPad around and watch Levi’s expression as he takes in the erotic drawing I did of Patty Ford with a man between her legs, being pleasured.
His brows lift, and his mouth parts as he takes the iPad in hand and stares down at it.
“Holy fucking shit,” he says as he takes it all in.
Excitement flows through me because that is an honest reaction. That’s the kind of reaction I was hoping for.
I spent all day working on it, going back and forth between Patty Ford’s website and envisioning what I thought she’d look like if she had someone else with her. I worked tirelessly on making sure her face was accurate and her proportions made sense, and I spent probably more time than I should have on her chest and refining her nipples.
“Wylie,” he says as he shifts under me. “Fuck, this is really hot.”
“Really?” I ask.
He looks up at me and nods. “And really good. Jesus.” He drags his hand over his mouth and stares at it some more. “The shadowing is amazing, the way you contoured her body. Your lines are smooth. The expression on her face almost has movement to it. The whole drawing does. I can virtually see her panting if I stare at it long enough. Fuck. It’s good.” His eyes fall to mine. “And I’m not just saying that. This is really fucking amazing.”
I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. “Thank you,” I say. “I worked incredibly hard on it, and to be honest, it came to me while I was sitting in this chair.”
“It’s insane, like . . . fuck, babe, I’m hard.”
I chuckle and wiggle on his lap, feeling exactly how hard he is.
He groans and sets the iPad down. He grips my hips and asks, “Are you going to send it to her?”
“Do you think I should?” I ask as he grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it up and over my head, revealing my bare breasts. He sighs happily before reaching up to play with them.
“Yes, I think you should,” he says.
I bring his shirt up and over his head as well and say, “What would she do with it?”
“Sell it,” he says as I move down between his legs and pull down his joggers and briefs until he’s fully naked on the new chair. His erection’s stretched up to his navel, and instead of grabbing it, he rests his hands at his sides, letting me take charge, something that I love about him. He’s very much a man in control, but he has no problem submitting every once in a while.
I smooth my hands up his thighs. “You think she’d sell that?”
“Fuck yes,” he says as I spread his legs.
“Wait, was that a fuck yes to selling or a fuck yes to me spreading your legs?”
“Both.” He chuckles.
I press kisses along his inner thigh and move up toward his aching cock. “Should I email her?”
“Yes.” He swallows hard, then lifts my chin with his finger. “Let me finish this conversation before you finish me.” He takes another breath and then says, “Email her with the idea that you could make more of these prints in different poses and fantasies, and she can sell them in bundles. Trust me, she’d make a fortune.”
I sit back on my legs and say, “That’s a good idea. Yeah, I think I will email her.”
“Good.” He cups my cheek. “I’m proud of you, Wylie.”
I smile up at him, then bring my mouth to the head of his cock where I swirl my tongue around the tip.
He sinks deeper into the chair, and his muscles contract as I pleasure him with my mouth. The entire time, I can’t help but think how lucky I am that my dad set this up. Little does he know, he set me up with the man of my dreams.
I rereadmy email for the tenth time, making sure my proposal makes sense.
After getting Levi off and him getting me off in return, we talked about what other images I could draw. I’ve been working tirelessly over those. I did one of her with her legs spread, completely naked, and her fingers playing with her clit while the other hand pinched her nipple. Levi really liked that one—it was his idea after all—and then he made me mimic the pose last night while we were FaceTiming. He had me angle the camera down and made me play with myself while he did the same. I’d much prefer for him to be here, but I’ll be honest, my orgasm tore through me faster than I expected.
And when he’s not home, he makes me sleep in his bed, which I also love because it smells like him and reminds me of him.
The other drawing we decided on was of Patty wearing a white button-up business shirt and nothing else. She’s pressed up against the wall, holding the bottom of the dress shirt up to show off her ass, while the top hangs off her shoulder, exposing one of her breasts. That’s my favorite because there’s mystery but also, it’s tasteful. A tease.
And now that the images are done, I’m ready to send them.
Or am I?
I glance down at the time. Levi should still be in the hotel, so I call him.
He answers on the first ring.
The first thing I see is his abs with a towel wrapped around his waist. Then he comes more into view as he props his phone up and leans one hand against the bathroom counter, the other brushing his teeth.
“Hey, babe,” he says before spitting his toothpaste in the sink. “You’re up really early.”
“I sleep better when you’re here, and I have a lot on my mind.”
“What’s going on?” he asks before leaning down to look at me.
And there he is.
In his handsome glory, hair wet, eyes bright, ready to listen.
“I think I’m ready to send the email to Patty.”
“I thought you sent it already,” he says.
“I made some adjustments this morning. Just minor tweaks after you read it last night. I’m second-guessing everything.”
“Don’t. And what’s the worst that can happen? She says no? Then we move on to the next idea, which I wanted to talk to you about.” He picks up the phone and moves over to his bed. “Had dinner with the boys last night, and Halsey was telling us how his favorite author, W.J. Preston, put out a search for illustrators.”
“Really?” I ask.
“Yeah, Halsey was excited about it because it seems like the author is looking to include illustrations in some of his books. Got me thinking. You should enter. I looked it up last night but didn’t want to bother you because I knew you were working on this email. He gave prompts of what he’s looking for, and I think it might be fun for you. There’s also another author on the entry form as well. A romance writer. Rylee Ryan. Have you heard of her?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“Well, she’s looking to do the same thing, and they’re teaming up. Anyway, I’ll send you the link. I think the romance author is looking for more of a Patty Ford style, whereas W.J. Preston is looking for murder.”
I chuckle. “I’ll do both, I don’t care. Oh my God, Levi, you are amazing.” I press my hand to my heart. “Seriously, thank you.”
“Anything for you, babe.” He runs his hand through his hair. “I have to go. I have to meet the team in ten minutes. But send the email. I know she’ll love the pictures and the ideas you have. You’ve got this, babe.”
“Thank you, Levi.”
He winks. “Talk tonight.”
And then he hangs up.
I lean back in my chair and stare up at the ceiling.
You’ve got this.
I turn back to my computer just as a text comes through my phone.
Levi:Here’s the link. Proud of you, Wylie. <3
I smile down at his text, and with my phone pressed to my heart, I send the email to Patty Ford. Now, only time will tell.
Meanwhile, I might as well check out this link and see what other types of work I can put out there.
“These are incredible,”Sandie says as we sit on the couch with bowls of ice cream on our laps. “Like . . . can you send these to me? I want to show Dale.”
I wiggle my eyebrows at her. “Oh yeah?”
Sandie’s cheeks blush. “Well, I was telling him about Patty Ford the other day and how you were drawing pictures for her. He had no idea who I was talking about, so I showed him, and well, one thing led to another.”
I press my hand to my chest. “Sandie, did you and Dale get off to Patty Ford?”
“We did.” She winces. “And oh my God, it was so much fun.”
“See, she’s fun for everyone.”
“She really is.” Sandie sets my iPad down. “So you haven’t heard anything yet?”