Chapter Twelve
The next morning, Sydney met Gabriel in the parking lot outside the studio. She smiled weakly seeing him smile the same.
Sydney had been up since five that morning, painting when she couldn’t sleep. She’d felt aroused from the moment Gabriel announced his intentions at nearly midnight the night before. And when she finally settled down in bed, she could think of nothing but Gabriel watching her pose naked with Tomas, being painted by Malcolm. Right there center stage. The thought of it made her body hurt, her c******s ache, her cunt burn and juice, until her hands were between her legs pleasing herself. She rocked against the invading hand and fast rubbing fingers, getting off to the idea of her husband’s dark sexy Italian eyes focusing all their intensity on her being s**
