Page 33 of Moments in Ink

Because all thoughts of food and exes and mistakes flew from my mind, and love and relief flooded in.

Meredith was my moment, and I was hers.

And I was finally fighting for it.

Finally.

Epilogue

Meredith

“Okay, angle up,” Zia said, and I raised a brow.

“Angle what up?” I asked, and she laughed.

I lay on a tarp on a settee in Zia’s bedroom, the light shining on my bare breasts and the rest of my very bare skin.

The fact that I was letting her paint me naked in her bedroom in the middle of the day meant that I had gotten drunk the night before when I agreed to this.

“Come on, I’m having fun.” And then Zia dipped the paintbrush between my breasts, and I groaned.

“Where on earth did you get the edible body paint?” I asked, wanting to reach out and grab her hair and pull her to my lips. Only the last time I had done that, she had spanked me hard, and though I had truly enjoyed it, she had also growled at me.

Zia growling was sexy as hell, but she wanted to paint me, literally using me as a canvas, so I was going to let her.

I would let her do anything.

Anything.

“Maya told me about the paints after your last session with Callie. I joked about how I wanted to see what other ink would look good on your skin, and she gave me a gift.”

“Should I be jealous of Maya?” I asked, not serious in the least.

“She has two very sexy men at home. I don’t think we need to be jealous of Maya.”

“Or we can be jealous of the fact that she has two very sexy men at home.” I laughed, and then Zia leaned down and brushed her lips across mine. I moaned, sliding my hand around her waist and then down between her cheeks, spreading her.

She groaned when I dipped my finger inside and then let out a shuddering breath.

“Shouldn’t you be wearing something, oh, artist?” I asked, playing with her pussy.

Zia’s mouth parted, and she panted, reaching over me to grip the edge of the settee as I kept playing with her folds.

“If I were wearing pants, you wouldn’t be able to do this,” she said, her voice shaking.

“True. Now, come closer, I need those lips of yours.”

“Which set?” Zia said with a laugh, and I took the palette from her, setting it on the couch so paint didn’t splatter everywhere, then pulled her on top of me.

“I’ll settle for your mouth now, and then I’m going to want that pussy of yours.”

“You’re getting paint everywhere,” Zia scolded, licking my lips. I reached up to cup her breasts, flicking her nipples. They turned to hard points, and I leaned forward, sucking one into my mouth.

“That’s why you laid out three sets of tarps so we could roll around in it.”

“I laid them out so I didn’t flick paint everywhere.”

“You totally knew we were going to fuck on this tarp when you set it out. Don’t lie.” I sucked her other nipple into my mouth, biting down gently.