-Megan-
“Looks good.” Nathan appeared behind me, catching me off guard as I glanced over my shoulder. I hadn’t even heard him enter my little painting room, but his presence brought a smile to my lips. He studied my painting for a moment before turning his gaze to me.
“Maybe you should paint me,” he teased, planting a kiss on my shoulder.
“Oh, really?” I responded, playfully.
“Yes, fully nude,” he added with a mischievous grin.
“Nathan,” I chuckled, feeling his kisses on my neck and his arms enveloping me.
“I think it would be a great idea,” he murmured.
“I’m working,” I protested, though my voice had already taken on a husky tone, and concentrating on the painting became increasingly difficult.
“How about a break?” he suggested, his hands beginning to wander.
“I can’t let you dis
