“I have a challenge for you.”
        Elisha licked her lips and swallowed past the lump in her throat. Calen’s voice rumbled through her body and sizzled in her pussy. He offered challenges to her all the time. He loved to push her buttons and show her erotic avenues she’d never dreamed of. His last challenge had been for her to wear revealing clothing and a remote operated vibrator during a party. She spent the whole time in a state of near orgasm and only found release when they returned home and fucked against the door. What did he dream up this time?
        “Ellie?”
        She worried her bottom lip for another moment. He only used her pet name when he really wanted something. Oh what the hell? “I accept.”
        “Good girl. The instructions are in your email.”
        The click on his end of the line vibrated in her brain. No goodbyes. No words of sentiment, other than good girl. She flicked the screen on her phone to access her email.
       Wait. Nude. Breasts and hands against the glass.
       Watch for me.
       Do not come.
       A shiver of excitement and anticipation sliced through her. They hadn’t tried voyeurism. Memorizing the command, she placed the phone on the coffee table and glanced at the clock. 7:48 Calen would be home in what....half an hour? She could handle the challenge. Easy.
       She strode into the bedroom and popped the button on her jeans. She yanked the tunic up over her head. Clad in her jeans and bra, she glanced up at the painting. Calen insisted she paint a portrait for him—of her. Looking at herself in the nude didn’t do much for her. But he loved it. He’d hung the painting above the fireplace where he could see it from the bed.
       “Now I can look at you whenever I want.”
       She had no idea he’d take the idea farther. Painting from the apartment gave her the freedom to work in whatever she pleased. Her freedom meant he had freedom as well.
      “Show your world to me. Show me, Ellie.”