Chapter 43 The Artist's Carnal Desire (2)

Ji-Yeon barely held the pose for a minute before it happened again. The velvet stool, slick under her bare skin, betrayed her, and her crossed legs slipped apart with a soft thud. Her arm dropped, her head jerked forward, and she caught herself with a little laugh, the sound bubbling up nervously as she steadied herself. “Oops, sorry,” she said, her voice light but shaky, her cheeks flushing as she tried to cover the awkwardness. “This stool’s got a mind of its own.” Étienne’s brush paused, hovering over the canvas, and he turned to her, his dark eyes glinting with something dangerous. His gaze slid down her body, slow and deliberate, lingering between her thighs where they’d parted. A smirk curled his lips as he noticed the faint sheen there, the undeniable evidence of her arousal glistening in the sunlight. “Oh, I don’t think it’s the stool, chérie,” he said, his French accent wrapping around the words like silk. “You’re soaking wet down there—dripping for me already, huh?”