His Kinky Exhibitionist

By Megan Slayer

FROM AWARD-WINNING AUTHOR OF LGBTQIA ROMANCE MEGAN SLAYER

Book three in the Sugar Daddy Seeking... series

Can the billionaire open his heart to the hunky artist?

Skye Glass loves giving his money to charities and the arts. He' s not looking to give away his heart, but when he visits one of the art shows he' s sponsoring, he meets Aeren. He never would' ve guessed the sexy naked man posing for the show could be the man he needs in his life.

Then he visits Boys Club... .

Aeren Reed loves modeling, especially nude, because he can indulge his fetish— exhibitionism. When he meets Skye, he has no idea the man is worth billions. All he knows is that Skye is a sweet man and a great conversationalist. When he' s paired with Skye at Boys Club, he' s given the opportunity to indulge in his love of nudity and art.

Having a sugar daddy wasn' t on his to-do list, but Aeren' s hooked. It' s up to Skye to decide if he' s keeping his naughty exhibitionist.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pride Publishing
• Release date: Jul 18, 2023
• ISBN: 9781839432903

Megan Slayer

Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and BDSM themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been the runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances Café as well as nominated at the LRC for best author, best contemporary, best ménage and best anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com. When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice.

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Sugar Daddy Seeking…

HIS KINKY EXHIBITIONIST

MEGAN SLAYER

His Kinky Exhibitionist

ISBN # 978-1-83943-290-3

©Copyright Megan Slayer 2023

Cover Art by Kelly Martin ©Copyright July 2023

Interior text design by Claire Siemaszkiewicz

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Book three in the

Sugar Daddy Seeking… series

Can the billionaire open his heart to the hunky artist?

Skye Glass loves giving his money to charities and the arts. He’s not looking to give away his heart, but when he visits one of the art shows he’s sponsoring, he meets Aeren. He never would’ve guessed the sexy naked man posing for the show could be the man he needs in his life.

Then he visits Boys Club…

Aeren Reed loves modeling, especially nude, because he can indulge his fetish—exhibitionism. When he meets Skye, he has no idea the man is worth billions. All he knows is that Skye is a sweet man and a great conversationalist. When he’s paired with Skye at Boys Club, he’s given the opportunity to indulge in his love of nudity and art.

Having a sugar daddy wasn’t on his to-do list, but Aeren’s hooked. It’s up to Skye to decide if he’s keeping his naughty exhibitionist.

Dedication

For the Lucky Ducks

For RB

For JPZ

For TPZ

Trademark Acknowledgements

The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmark mentioned in this work of fiction:

AstroTurf: Equistone Partners Europe

Chapter One

What did I get myself into? Skye Glass strode into the Harver Gallery. He’d sponsored the show but had begun to wonder if the money was well spent. A show full of naked bodies? Positioned bodies, but still naked. Who’ll come to see a one-night-only, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it show? Peepers?

Hell if he knew.

He’d devoted his billions to philanthropy and wasn’t about to change his course now.

He stopped at the velvet rope and flashed his badge. Primary sponsor.

The guard nodded. Yes, sir. You’re entitled to preview the show.

Thank you. He’d been granted the right to preview every exhibit coming through the gallery because he’d sponsored them all. He’d paid dearly for the right of the author to show their work.

He’d helped bring in exhibits full of big-name artists, smaller names, unknown artists and some truly funky creators. He loved art and felt it should be within reach to anyone.

Except this show might be a bit too far. He walked into the gallery space and his jaw nearly hit the floor. The artist hadn’t been kidding about the nakedness. No one in the room, save for Skye and the curator, had clothes on.

Quentin Rhodes, the curator, rushed up to him. Skye thanked God Quentin was clothed. He’d seen too many naked bodies in the last five minutes and wanted a bit covered up.

Quentin grinned. You made it.

I’m not sure what I made it to, but I did. He sighed and stuffed his hands into his pockets. What did I sponsor? You said it was radical.

It’s avant-garde. Quentin’s eyes glittered. Cutting-edge.

I can see that. He swept his gaze over the slew of bodies. Are some of these mannequins? A few seemed too posed to be anything but real.

Yes. It’s up to the viewer to know who is which. Quentin applauded. I’m so excited.

I guess so. He didn’t want to be here. It wasn’t the nudity that bothered him, but rather the wonder of it all. Was this art? Really? Posed naked bodies?

A performance, he supposed. One night only. An event. A happening. He shouldn’t be too surprised. He’d sponsored some off-the-wall shows—one featuring a woman who slashed her canvases with paint and broken records, a man who painted his partner by brushing the paint on the man’s skin, a woman who howled while dancing in shafts of light. But this one was more than he’d expected.

And all on his dime.

Oh well.

He had more money than he knew what to do with and this would help the artist excel to the next level.

He turned on his heel, about to leave, when he noticed a dark-haired young man stretched out on his back on a bed of AstroTurf in front of a picket fence. He’d planted his feet in the grass and aimed his knees toward the heavens. Skye marveled at the sheer beauty of the man. Part of him wanted to know if the man was real and the rest of him wanted to leave. Instead of heading straight out, he made his way over to the model.

As he reached the general area, he glanced about. Quentin had already moved on to speak with one of the other models. Skye didn’t see the artist. Was he there? Or she? He hadn’t asked about the creator.

Skye summoned his courage. Right now, the model wouldn’t know him from Adam. Shouldn’t have any preconceived notions or the need to push for money. They were just two guys talking.

He’d nearly reached the model when he paused. According to Quentin, the viewers were supposed to figure out of the models were real or mannequins, but were they supposed to speak to the models? Interact with them?

He might as well try.

Hi. He kept his hands in his pockets and watched the model’s chest to see if he was breathing. What’s the title of your part of the installation?

Daydreaming, the model replied and didn’t bother to look at him.

What? Daydreaming? About something? His thoughts scrambled as he looked at the model. This man was physically everything he wanted—dark hair, young, muscled and not all hairy like some men he’d known. Nice hands and thick lashes.

I’m supposed to be daydreaming, the model said. Join me?

Naked? That might be a bit too much. He wasn’t big on being naked in public. Wasn’t good for his image and besides, someone might see his imperfections and he’d gone to way too much trouble to hide them.

It’s the show, the man said. You’re permitted to be clothed. He looked over at Skye and smiled.

Electricity slid through Skye’s veins. He’d never felt such a spark from a simple look. On the floor? That sounded dumb. Of course he’d have to be on the floor if he was joining the model.

That’s generally how this works. The man chuckled. I won’t bite.

I know. God. He wasn’t good at flirting. Was this flirting? Or part of the show? Hell if he knew. He dropped to his knees on the AstroTurf, then settled beside him on the faux grass. Am I permitted to have a conversation with you? Or allow you to continue daydreaming?

I’m bored out of my skull, the man said. I’m supposed to appear to be daydreaming, but since Jelly is still posing everyone, I’m not trying too hard to stay in character.

That makes sense. He laced his fingers together and rested his hands on his belly. What got you into modeling?

This? The money. That and Jelly is a friend. The man tipped his head and seemed to watch Skye. Do you like art?

I do. He met the man’s gaze. What’s your name?

Aeren. Aeren’s grin widened. Yours?

Skye. He unlaced his fingers and offered his hand. Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you, too. Aeren chuckled. This is a strange way to meet people, isn’t it?

It could be. He really looked at Aeren’s eyes. Dark, mysterious and soulful. He had a mole on his left cheek just to the left of his nose and the beauty mark gave him the look of a photography model. Do you like art?

I do. I used to paint, but it didn’t pay the bills, Aeren said. Went to art school, but galleries didn’t want my portrait paintings. They want original shit like this. His eyes widened. I’m sorry. I should’ve asked if you’re a curator or owner before I spoke.

It’s fine. I’m not either and I appreciate you being honest. He shifted onto his side and propped his head on his hand. What was your medium?

Acrylics. I used to go for oils, but no one wanted to wait for them to dry. Aeren shrugged and his nipples beaded. They wanted instantaneous. Acrylics aren’t really that fast, but you can deliver the painting in a few days rather than weeks.

True. He swept his gaze over Aeren. The dusting of freckles on his chest added to his attractiveness. No matter how hard Skye tried, he couldn’t not look at Aeren’s dick. His mouth watered. He liked men with enough girth to get the point across, but not too long and the idea of how to use what they had. Aeren struck him as the type who knew what he packed.

My favorite movement is art deco, even if it’s not the style I painted in. I love the sinewy lines and whimsical nature. It’s beauty all around, Aeren said. I wish I had the talent to paint that way. I’ve never been adept with printmaking, either. I prefer to control my lines and I hate knives.

He could listen to Aeren talk for hours. The low rhythmic tones sent shivers along his spine. He settled on his back and stared at the ceiling to keep from focusing on Aeren’s dick.

Which one is your favorite? Aeren asked. Or don’t you have one?

I love the art of the Renaissance, primarily the geometric qualities of the stained-glass windows. I love what the artists did with the glass and storytelling. He laced his fingers behind his head and looked at the ceiling without really seeing it. He pictured the south rose window from Notre Dame in his mind. They’re so beautiful and elegant.

Yeah?

Yeah. He chuckled. Isn’t it odd to be having a conversation like this while you’re completely naked and I’m not?

Not really. This time, Aeren rolled onto his side and arranged Skye’s necktie on his chest. It’s nice to get to talk about art with someone. My friends don’t give a shit if I’m an artist and have no idea what Dada is except for someone’s father.

I suppose if it ain’t Baroque, don’t fix it is beyond their understanding? It was a horrible joke, but he didn’t care. He had the feeling Aeren would appreciate it.

Aeren laughed and the throaty sound filled the air. Wow. I haven’t heard that one in forever, but it’s still good. Nice one. He fiddled with Skye’s tie again. Why are you here?

I sponsored part of the show. The biggest part, but he wasn’t about to tell Aeren that yet.

No kidding? That’s cool. Got busted and you’re doing it as restitution?

No. Self-imposed sentence. I like art and wanted to help artists, Skye said. Can’t draw to save my life, but I’m good with numbers.

That’s rad. I can’t balance my bank account. My friend Natty helps and he expects a cut for it. Aeren shrugged, then settled on his back. Fuck. I don’t mind working for Jelly—the money is good—but if he rides my ass again, I will scream.

Can’t help you with that, but I’ve enjoyed our conversation. He hadn’t been able to talk about art with his friends at the exchange. They’d wanted to go over numbers and argue which stock had the best yield.

A naked man with a bounty of hair on his chest and a tattoo of Van Gogh on his thigh rushed over to where Skye had stretched out with Aeren. What’s going on here? he shouted. This is not what this installation is supposed to look like.

Jel, chill. Aeren sat up. This is one of your sponsors. His name is Skye and he’s a nice man.

Skye managed to sit up, then bounced to his feet. He offered his hand. Nice to meet you.

Right. Jelly pointed to Aeren. Back into place. I’m not done staging. He turned his attention to Skye. And you…sponsor my ass. You’re trying to get a piece of ass. He’s my model tonight. Peddle your goods somewhere else.

Skye snorted. He hadn’t been spoken to this way in a long time. He opened his mouth to argue when he spotted Quentin barreling toward them.

Mr. Moore, this is indeed one of the sponsors. Quentin touched Jelly’s arm and directed him away from Skye and Aeren.

Whatever Quentin said to Jelly, Skye couldn’t make it out and didn’t really care. Skye turned his back on them and half-smiled at Aeren. Sorry. I hope you’re not in trouble.

Not any other trouble I can’t get out of. Aeren smiled, then finger-combed his hair. Will you be at the show tonight?

Will I be able to talk to you again? Or will he have a fit? He didn’t bother to look back at Jelly.

A fit. Aeren blushed. Still, I hope you can make it.

And miss Aeren in the nude? He’d be there. I’ll see what I can do. But he’d try to be there near the end of the show so he could speak to Aeren without issue.

Come back. Aeren settled in the faux grass again. See you, I hope.

I’ll be here. He ducked out of the gallery before Quentin could chase him down. As he headed through the main lobby