𝘈𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 {To be edited}

❥𝗕𝗼𝗻𝘂𝘀 𝗦𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗲

My pencil delicately strokes the sketch paper that is on my lap as I finish up drawing Dario's clean stubble.

After fucking me senseless in the kitchen he took me upstairs to watch him work. And I have to say it's been boring. I don't understand why he wants me to stay and watch him work when I could be in my apartment sleeping.

I've been in here watching him work for two hours. And since I don't have anything better to do I've been drawing him.

But it's hard to maintain my focus since Dario is looking fine as ever. His dark black hair is disheveled from the many times I pulled on it. His shirt is off, blessing me with his god-like body that is decorated with sinful tattoos. And he has his reading glasses on. He looks absolutely handsome with his glasses on. It brings out his espresso colored eyes as he looks over the documents in front of him.

I mean how can I not draw him?

"What are you doing so far away from me?" Dario randomly says, focusing his attention on me instead of his work.

I raise my eyes to meet his warm gaze. "You're working and I don't want to distract you," I quickly say, returning my eyes back to the paper so I can finish the last details of his hair.

I am almost done with it and I want it to be perfect.

"You're distracting me by being so far from me. Come and sit on my lap," His demanding hoarse voice makes my thighs clench together. This whole day he's been so attached to me and it makes me even more horny than I already am.

I return my eyes back on him, biting my lip at the way he is looking at me. He's looking at me with such need, with such desire. And with something else but I can't quite put my finger on it.

We already admitted to each other that we care and like one another but the look in his eyes show a different emotion.

An emotion I'm not quite familiar with.

"I'm busy," I huff in slight irritation which causes him to raise his eyebrows in amusement and put his document aside, giving me his full undivided attention.

"With?" He leans back on his chair and curiously tilts his head at me. I feel a small pool of wetness begin to form between my thighs as I watch his Adam's apple bob up and down.

Fuck me.

"With a drawing," I squint my eyes at him and he hums deeply, sending chills all over my body.

"A drawing of what, baby?" He huskily asks and I have to stop myself from letting out a small moan at the sensual tone of his voice.

God, I hate him.

I take a deep breath, watching his eyes go dark with desire. "A drawing of you, which I'm almost done with but you keep interrupting me," I glare at him while he flashes me a cocky smile.