Avery by Ana Raine. One Male Escort's Choice Between The Man He Began To Love And The Job He Needs To Keep.

Blurb:

When Avery takes a job as an escort at the Kline Agency in Manhattan, he expects to work long enough to help fund his younger brother's college tuition and then he can move on. However, a chance meeting with an artist, Milo, changes Avery's expectations.

At first, Milo is interested in drawing Avery, but then he decides using Avery as his canvas holds more inspiration for him. 

Rodney, a very rich older man has his sights set on Avery and making him his exclusive escort. But as Avery and Milo spend more time together, Avery begins to have feelings for the aloof artist. When Milo loses his main sponsor, he can no longer afford Avery's services, and Avery is forced to choose between having a relationship with Milo or the rich clients of the Kline.


Excerpt:

I gave the smallest of nods. Milo worked faster than I expected and had the most blues and purples made in the small trays. He dipped the larger of the brushes into the paint ever so slightly and then swept it across the left side of my chest. It was slightly cold but the hardest part was staying still when he grazed my nipple with the tips of the brushes.

Milo smirked. “I presume you are enjoying this?”

Of course I was.

We stayed in silence while he painted, constantly alternating between the smaller and larger of the brushes as well as the paints. When I tried to look down at his work, he gripped my chin and pulled my head back up so I was staring straight ahead.

“You will smudge the paint,” he told me.

So I didn’t move for what seemed like hours. The paint gave off a strange sort of smell, but Milo’s cologne was more intense. After a while, the prickly bristles of the brush stopped tickling, but every time my cock flagged, Milo would reach down and stroke me through my pants. It didn't occur to me right away, but I had the feeling he liked seeing me so wanting and horny. 

There must’ve been something about my face that he liked because after he stroked me intensely until I felt like I could cum, he would kiss the side of my face. Before I could respond, he would abruptly turn back to his work.


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