PICTURE PERFECT FOR ALL HIS DESIRES...
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Beautiful young model Monicka Kenner has her sights on the opportunity of a lifetime. She's going to model for world renowned artist, Rhys Van Warren, a handsome and tattooed painter with an eye for raw beauty.
Rhys is a perfectionist to the core. When Monicka poses for her first nude in his studio, capturing her supple curves on canvass spurs more than just a desire for great art.
For the rich and domineering artist, seduction is the easy part. His study in passion leads him back to his own private obsession – making her submit by giving her a child. Soon, old insecurities clash with her lust, and weathering the artist's erotic conquests may be the least of her problems...
Pregnant Work of Art contains sultry scenes of domination, storming passion, and impregnation. An erotic romance novelette of over 12,750 words.
Warning! This book contains mature content and is only intended for adult readers.
“Tell me, Monicka, how do you look when you really really want something?” He leans forward, the tip of his tongue pushing stray water sips into his mouth.
Holy shit. Can't you see it behind all this nervousness? Even though I'm terrified to let you see too much...
He raises his fist, spreading his fingers near her face, cupping her chin. “I know you've worked hard to get where you are, just like me. Does having seven figures in the bank make your eyes light up?”
He pauses, studying her pupils. His thin smile smooths back to nothingness, and he shakes his head.
“No, that's not it. Is it a man? Are you married or dating, Monicka? No?” His fingers tighten a little, especially when her cheeks begin to flush.
“Maybe you have other secrets that light you up. We all have our guilty pleasures. Let's play confession. I want to know exactly what excites you, and how I can use it to makes this canvass pop.” The artist's eyes narrow.
“I know what you're thinking, but you don't have to tell me anything. I'm very good at guessing. When I see the expression on your face, I'll know instantly if I'm on the right trail.”
She shudders in his hands, tearing her chin away. His ears prick up as he listens to pent up breath leaving her lungs, sudden and forceful. Then his lips part, filled with perfect teeth.
Ah, no. Busted!
“It's a man's touch, isn't it? Be honest with me, beautiful.” Slowly, his smile broadens, even before she closes her eyes and nods...