Work of Art – The Masterpiece
Has Max, the bad boy of the art world been tamed just as his girlfriend, Ava’s star begins to shine? Anything can happen in Los Angeles, a world where heroes become villains and the rogue saves the day.
An unexpected plane ticket leads our heroine to a meeting that will change her life.
What happens when what’s most precious to you slips out of your grasp? How fiercely will you fight for the one you love?
Join Max and Ava for the dramatic and passionate conclusion to the Work of Art trilogy
Work of Art- The Inspiration
Work of Art – The Unveiling
Work of Art – The Masterpeice
I wonder if my silence and twirling mind spook Max, so I stroke
his hand reassuringly. Because I’m beyond exhausted when we step in
the house, he seems unsure of what to say or do. He decides to feed
me, and he heats up the leftover pasta from his dinner and pours me a
glass of Pinot Noir. We sit at the kitchen island, and he watches me eat
as if each bite is his own. I lick my lips and watch him watch me, too
exhausted to make much conversation.
After dinner, I shower and crawl into bed, still damp and disoriented.
He pulls me into his arms and rubs my back gently. I’m so in
love and happy to be back home with him, and I tell him that in quiet
mumbles. I have a vague memory of my knee hitched up against his
erection, but sleep takes me hard.
The next morning dawns in a gray quiet light, and I lift my head
and see a thick blanket of fog draped across the Malibu horizon. I settle
back into the bed and watch Max as his chest rises and falls with each
I observe him for a long while and become overwhelmed with the
desire to see more of him. I slide the sheet off, excruciatingly slowly, to
reveal his incredible body. His thighs…God, I love his strong thighs
and the way they’re slightly parted, leading my view to his beautiful ass.
My insides curl with desire as I skim my hand down his back.
I’m glad to be naked and warm, my arousal spreading through me.
I want him so much that it takes everything not to shake him awake
and seduce him.
I quietly lift myself up to my knees so I can study him from another
angle. I gently push his waves of hair off his forehead.
Inexplicably, tears fill my eyes and I still for a moment. I love this
man, and when we’re joined together, all I know in life is the depth of
my passion. I kiss his neck, his taste and the Max smell of musk, paint,
and salt air arousing me further. He stirs out of the deepest sleep, and
as I kiss his jaw, his eyes slowly open.
“I thought I was dreaming and didn’t want to wake up. What are
you doing to me, Angel?” he says in his morning voice, as he rolls over
to his back.
“Good morning, handsome. Sorry to wake you, but I woke up and
you’re naked and all…”
“It’s okay,” he says, smiling lazily as he reaches for me. “I take it you
“You have no idea,” I say, as I straddle him, resting lightly on his
There’s something so intoxicating about how he makes me feel as
he looks at me. His eyes are wide now and alert to my movements. He
skims his fingers up my sides and then across my breasts, his thumbs
circling my nipples.
“Max, I want you so much,” I whisper, as I gently run my fingers up
and down his length.
His face colors and his jaw flexes as he watches me touch him. He’s
completely hard now, and my fingers tighten as I stroke him.
His hands slide back to my hips and he pulls me closer so I can lift
up and sink down on him.
I love it when he’s all the way inside me. His eyes close and his head
tips back before he lazily begins to rock his hips.
We move slowly in the morning light with the sound and rhythm
of our breath and the waves crashing just beyond.
I gaze at him as the intensity builds. His eyes are stormy as his body
“Max,” I whisper.
He takes a sharp breath as he pulls me to him. “I’ve got you, Ava.”
His words spark a fuse, and I tremble with exquisite pleasure as
he watches me. Every hard thrust is the very definition of masculine
energy as he brings me to climax and soon after joins me with a quiet
We both settle and try to catch our breath. I ease off of him and curl
into his side.
“Round one,” he says, as he nuzzles and kisses me.
“Yeah, wait until we have our coffee. I’m already imagining round
two, but I’ll definitely need breakfast first.” I settle back into the sheets
and we lie quietly, listening to the waves break along the shore.
My limbs are loose and happy and my head as clear as the early
morning beach. Max’s eyes are deep in concentration.
“I can hear your wheels turning. What are you thinking about?” I
trace circles lightly with my fingertips across his chest.
“Your birthday.” He grins and pulls me closer.
“Oh, it’s next Saturday, isn’t it? Can we do something special?” I’m
like a little girl, complete with party hat and balloon.
“It’s already planned.”
I grin widely. “Really? What are we going to do?”
“I’m not telling. It’s a surprise. But when you come to spend the
night Friday, bring your swimsuit and something nice to wear.”
“Oh, I love birthday surprises!”
He kisses me on the forehead. “I’m glad, because this one’s special.”
Ruth Clampett, daughter of legendary animation director, Bob Clampett, has spent a lifetime surrounded by art and animation. A graduate of Art Center College of Design, her careers have included graphic design, photography, VP of Design for WB Stores and teaching photography at UCLA. She now runs her own studio as the fine art publisher for Warner Bros. where she’s had the opportunity to know and work with many of the greatest artists in the world of animation and comics.
The Work of Art Trilogy is Ruth’s third publishing endeavor, following Animate Me and Mr. 365. She lives in Los Angeles and is heavily supervised by her teenage daughter, lovingly referred to as Snarky, who loves art and visiting museums as much as her mom.