Matt was shivering as the cold air of Alex’s studio seeped into his skin. Honestly, couldn’t she turn up the heat just a little bit? He was doing his best not to fidget, but it wasn’t easy. His muscles felt like they were aching even though he’d only been holding the pose for a few minutes.
“I can’t believe you’re making me do this,” he sulked, watching her as her paintbrush flew over the canvas.
She laughed and the sound made him shiver. “You lost the bet, honey.”
“I didn’t think you’d hold me to this,” he growled, resisting the urge to gesture to himself. It was getting easier to remember that he wasn’t supposed to move his limbs from the way she had positioned them.
“Next time you’ll remember to take bets with me seriously,” she murmured. He clenched his teeth when she ran her eyes over him hotly before returning her attention to her painting. It was becoming very difficult to keep his body under control when she gazed at him that way.
“Next time I’ll win the bet and have you pose for me,” he shot back.
“Darling,” she laughed. “You don’t paint.”
“So? I won’t pass up an opportunity to have you pose naked for me, Kingston.” He leered at her and was exceedingly pleased with himself as he watched her cheeks colour.
“You’re awfully confident for someone who hasn’t one that bet yet, Matthew,” she sniffed, swirling her brush in a new colour.
“With such an incentive, I can’t lose.” he grinned.
“We’ll see,” she singsonged. She fell silent after that, and the only sound that could be heard was the scratch of her paint brush and the soft music she had playing in the background. Despite the cool temperature of the room, his body was beginning to respond to her eyes on his naked form and he took a slow breath to try and steady himself. He closed his eyes and simply focused on breathing and willing away his oncoming erection.
He jumped when something cold suddenly touched the tip of his nose and flailed out of the position he’d been holding. His eyes shot open and he found Alex kneeling in front of him with her paintbrush extended toward his face.
It took him a moment to comprehend, but when he did, he growled and his arms shot out to grip her about the waist. She squealed when he hauled her onto the futon next to him. “Matt! You’re naked!” she giggled, trying to wriggle out of his grasp.
“And whose fault is that?” he growled, suddenly very aware of all of those curves pressed up against him.