of his hand and an embarrassed look in his eyes, sat the man who’d been starring in all her fantasies for the last year: Enzo Silva.
What the fuck…?
Her phone vibrated in her pocket, and she took it out, her eyes still glued to the flawless body on display.
The text was from Travis: Close your eyes and walk away, sis.
She texted back quickly. Why is Enzo here? Naked? And why are you all here?
The reply came back almost instantly. He lost a bet. We’re here to laugh at him.
JL slid the phone back into her pocket and rummaged in her bag for her charcoal, suddenly unsure where to begin.
Tan skin. Defined abs. Thick thighs. Jet-black hair that was meticulously styled with a side part that made him look unbelievably sexy. A solitary dimple on the right side of his face which softened the strong defined jaw and bone structure. He was gorgeous. But the icing on the cake was his very impressive and surprisingly large cock. She couldn’t help but think how it would look and feel fully erect. She wanted to jump over all the people in front of her and lick it.
JL knew that, short as she was, she often intimidated men with just a look. That’s what confidence did. And she had it in spades. It made you as tall as you wanted to be. As pretty as you wanted to be. As rich as you wanted to be. Because if you had confidence, nothing else mattered. That was a lesson she’d learned a long time ago.
But even with all that confidence, she wasn’t blind to the differences between her and Enzo. He was from a different world, and she could feel the distance between their worlds every time she thought about going out with him. It had all been harmless flirty fun until he’d taken things too far and kissed her a few weeks ago. And what a kiss it had been. He’d kissed her as if he were stuck in a desert and her mouth were the only thing that could quench his thirst. She still felt all sorts of things running through her body when she thought of the way he’d backed her up against a wall, not caring who the hell was around, gripped her neck, and slipped his tongue between her parted lips. She’d embarrassed herself by melting into him and mewling in need. In fact, she might have even dry-humped his leg. It had been that good a kiss. Then he’d let her go and challenged her by saying, “Next time you’ll beg me to kiss you.” Like she’d ever beg a man! But now, with his glorious body on full display…
As if he could sense her inappropriate thoughts, his eyes met hers. His stare felt like a warm caress all over her already ignited body. The charcoal fell out of her hand and a shiver ran down her spine. Is it getting hot in here? She shifted uncomfortably on her chair, but he didn’t break eye contact. Then, the ultraconservative man who had been asking her out constantly for almost a year winked at her. It caught her by surprise, and she quickly hid behind her canvas.
She never got embarrassed. She did what she wanted and made no excuses for her decisions or the things that came out of her mouth. But the jerk had caught her checking out his body—probably even saw that she had to wipe a little sweat from her now heated face.
The truth was, Enzo had been driving her insane for a while now.
Insane because he was the most attractive man she’d ever met.
Insane because he was also the most uptight man she’d ever met.
Yet seeing him do something like this, which was so out of character for him, made her think that maybe she shouldn’t have been so quick to turn him down. She wondered how he would react to having a woman ask him out. She did like to rile him up, after all….
The lady sitting to her right tapped JL’s shoulder and handed her the charcoal she’d dropped, shaking JL out of her lust-filled spell.
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When Enzo walked into the community center art class, he’d expected there to be a few retirees in a small classroom. He had not expected a large room with more than twenty easels set up in circular rows. He had not expected that among the older students there would be young women. And he certainly had not expected Jamie Lynn