As he sat in the chair with a pad of paper on his lap and a pencil in his hand, a part of Arthur was regretting that he had ever told (Y/n) that he had once liked to draw, and that he had considered himself to be quite good. That if he hadn't gone into the family business, he might have liked to explore his possible talent, further. But what he regretted more, was the fact that he and his girl had made a little bet; a bet that meant if she could distract him from his drawing, he would have to do whatever she wanted. Arthur foolishly agreeing, now knowing that he should have known better; that he should have known that in trying to win her bet, she would go all out. For instead of her just sitting in front of him as he did his best to put her likeness onto paper, she had made her way into the sitting room in a thin silk dressing gown; pulling on the belt and letting it fall to the floor to reveal that she was entirely naked, before she lay on the sofa. And now......now he was fighting a raging hard on that was screaming at him to just give in, to surrender; to submit to her distraction and forget all about the drawing. Instead making his way over to her and throwing her over his shoulder, before carrying her to bed and giving her exactly what she wanted.

"What was that...........?" (Y/n) asked, as she heard Arthur groan, before shifting in his chair. Doing her best not to laugh as it was becoming increasing evident, that he was becoming uncomfortable, becoming more frustrated. (Y/n) having to admit that he was doing quite well, and had managed to ignore her nakedness, for far longer than he normally could.

It wasn't that she was doing any of this to hurt him; she loved Arthur, adored every little bit of him. It was just that sometimes she liked to tease him. To watch as her actions would push him to the point where he could take it no more, and he would have to take her. Until he was buried deep inside her, and she could do nothing but shout out for him and God, until they both came undone. Arthur often asking the younger woman if she was trying to kill him by fucking him to death. (Y/n) replying that it wasn't her fault he was so irresistible; that he was the man that could give her and do to her, everything she wanted, and that there were worse ways to die, before she kissed him and pulled him back on top of her. That, and she wanted some real alone time with him, away from business and the family. So she had come up with this plan to get him to Brighton, where they could do what they wanted and just be together.

"Nothin......." Arthur replied. Looking up at her for a moment, before quicky returning his attention back to the paper. Doing his best to balance the pad as his cock kept twitching beneath it.

In truth, Arthur could draw her body with his eyes closed. He knew every part of her, by now. Every dip and swell; every curve. He having explored it enough; he having touched it enough. The two having a very active sex life; Arthur sure that one day his last breath would be taken while she was riding him. But as (Y/n) had told him, there were worse ways to go.

"Oh, I thought that was the sound of you being distracted. But if it wasn't, I will just have to try harder......won't I......." She told him. Arthur unable to stop himself from looking up at her. Growling, as he watched her circle her fingers around one of her nipples, which instantly hardened under her touch; before her hand moved over her stomach. Arthur gulping at the large lump that had just formed in his throat, as it became impossible to do or think about anything else other than her. His paper and pencil falling to the floor, as his hands gripped at the arms of the chair. Unable to keep himself seated any longer, as her fingers made her way to her womanhood, and she moaned out his name. Arthur not giving a damn that he had lost the bet; the oldest Shelby more than happy to give her anything she wanted if it meant that he could have her. A laugh leaving her lips as Arthur pulled at his shirt, before joining her on the sofa, pushing her onto her back and moving his body between her legs. His lips kissing her neck, as his hand kneaded at her breast.

"Ya a bad girl; fuckin teasin me like that. Tryin ta send me fuckin nuts........." (Y/n) trying not to moan, as he pushed himself up against her. There no mistaking that her antics had had him flustered for some time.

"Then you will have to punish me, won't you, Arthur. You will have to punish me long and hard, for the rest of the night......" She cooed. No longer able to stop herself from moaning, as she bucked her hips up to meet his. Arthur groaning in reply, before grabbing her thighs and moving her legs around him. The oldest Shelby about to take her then and there; to punish her just the way that he knew she liked, to give her everything she wanted, and more, until there was a cough. Arthur scrambling and doing his best to cover (Y/n), as Tommy looked at the pair.

"Tommy, we were..........."

"Hello Tommy.........." (Y/n) said cheerily, interrupting Arthur. Reaching for her dressing gown as Arthur climbed off her; still doing his best to hide her from his brother's gaze.

"Arthur was just drawing me, and he got distracted......." She continued, as she got up, giving Arthur a kiss on the cheek as she rose.

"Oh, and he lost a bet; so, he will be taking me to Brighton for a long weekend. Which means no business........." (Y/n) making her way over to Tommy and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Where ya goin........?" Arthur asked as she made her way to the door, as he grabbed his shirt and pulling it back on. Tommy fighting the smile that wanted to make its way onto his lips.

"To pack. We leave for Brighton in the morning; but if you want to come and help me.........." She added, giving Arthur as wink, before opening the door to the room and making her way out. Tommy looking to Arthur, who just shrugged before following after her; not wanting to stop what they had started. Tommy shaking his head as he watched his brother quickly catch up with her, before throwing her over his shoulder and bounding up the stairs. The head of the firm closing the door before making his way over to the pad of paper that lay on the floor, picking it up and looking at what his brother had drawn. Taking in every line and curve of (Y/n)'s body; the picture far from finished, yet he could now see why his brother was always so distracted.