There was a picture of them actually having sex, his cock pressing into her. He’d taken a picture of the act as the couple wanted it to be drawn. Brant didn’t question what his clients wanted. He did what he had to do.

“They allow you to show this?” she asked.

“The couple doesn’t have their faces showing. Their identity is a complete secret to everyone but themselves, and me.”

“They’ve got no problem with this being shown?” she asked.

Brant chuckled. “They get a kick out of it. No, I won’t be telling you who they are. That’s private.”

“I don’t want to know.”

He still held onto her hip as they made their way around the small room. When they got to the last one, Brant didn’t want to leave the room.

His cock was rock hard, and the erotic images hadn’t helped him with the arousal. He wanted her badly. Her body was so soft, and he didn’t want to let her go.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

Brant pressed her against the door, taking hold of her hands, and placing them above her head. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to do from the very first moment I saw you.” He took possession of her lips, sliding his tongue between her lips, tasting her. At first, she tensed in his arms.

He paused and rested his head against hers. “I want you.”

“I don’t know what is happening right now.”

“Don’t think about it. I want to kiss you.”

“Kiss me,” she said.

“No one can see us. You don’t have to think about what we’re doing.”

The light was turned off, and he took complete advantage, sliding his tongue into her mouth, and this time, she melted against him.

He released her hands, and gripped her waist as she held onto his shoulders, tightly. She tasted like heaven, and he couldn’t get enough of her.