“I love painting,” she said. “But this still life shit is so boring. ‘Ooh, painting fruit, lah dee dah’.”

“Can I help? I’m good with inspirational type stuff.”

“There’s no way you can make this not boring.”

“No way?”

She set the brush down and rubbed at her temples. “Dammit, I don’t know. Copious amounts of oral sex?”

I grinned. She looked up at me, eyes getting wide. I circled to her front and knelt down, slowly unfastening her pants.

Her grin matched mine. Her breath quickened a little. “God, I love painting.”

“I think I can learn to appreciate it,” I said.

“Oh, good,” she said. “An interest we can share. Oh, just be careful not to bump the—ah!”

I met her eyes. “Sorry, didn’t catch that last part.”

“Do that thing again,” she said. “And for the love of God, stop using your mouth for talking.”