She just stared at me for a long beat, eyes filled with something that made my heart swell. “I thought you didn’t like spending money unnecessarily.” She finally teased. “Especially making thistoo big house,even bigger.” She mimicked me, a devious twinkle in her eyes.
“That was before I had someone to spend it on.” I countered, already missing her touch from across the room.
“Hmm. If I had known that was the remedy, I could have started doing damage a lot sooner.” She ran her fingers over the long work benches one after another, a pleased smile on her face.
I chuckled, watching her carefully as she took it all in. “What do you think?” I asked, wondering if I’d been overly presumptuous. “You can paint in the gardens if you want, or here in the studio. I just wanted to make sure you had the perfect space. If you don’t like it, we can make any changes you want, or we can even get you a studio outside of the house. I just thought if you wanted to work from home, you know, in case that was easier with the baby—” I cleared my throat, realizing that didn’t come out right.
“Notthebaby, I meanababy. Errourbaby, obviously.” I gripped the back of my neck, feeling like a total idiot. “Shit. I’m not saying—I mean, not anytime soon.” She was grinning from ear to ear while I dug myself deeper. “I just—you know, whenever we’re ready for that—if we’re ever ready for that? I just wanted you to have a dedicated place for yourself.”
Sara walked her fingers up my chest with a raised brow. “Are you trying to put a baby in me, flyboy?” I froze. “I don’t think I’m quite ready to be a work from home mom yet, but I’m perfectly open to some baby-making practice.” She winked.
I took her face in my hands. “I’m sorry that came out all wrong. You’re just getting started in your career, and I’m not trying to put pressure on?—”
She pressed her fingers to my lips, her expression softening. “I know.”
“Fuck, I feel like I just put a shit ton of pressure on things.” I admitted.
She threaded her arms around my neck. “Whenever we decide to start a family, I know you’re going to make the best dad.”
“You think?” I breathed.
“Yeah.” She nodded. “And just so you know, Kensington, when the time is right, I can’t wait to have your gigantic babies.”
I grinned like the fool I was and fist-pumped. “Fuck yeah! I can’t wait to make you my baby mama someday.” We burst into a fit of giggles as I grabbed her hips and obnoxiously thrust my own against hers, both of us fully clothed.
She stared into the room for a moment, face slowly morphing into a devious grin. “Wanna make a sex painting?” She asked, and I barked a laugh. “Let’s document those killer abs of yours so that when we’re old and soft, we can remember the good ol’ days.”
The thought of growing old with the love of my life made my dick ache in the best possible way. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”
She dragged a canvas onto the floor. “What a perfect way to break in my new studio.” She gleamed, already opening drawers, pulling body paint out, becauseyes,Imayhave already accounted for her bright idea. “Strip, Kensington, and let’s see that eight-pack.” She demanded, suddenly turning all business, and fuck if that wasn’t hot.
“You know, the last figure modeling I did for you, I was trying desperately hard not to humiliate myself.” I crooned as I loosened my tie slowly, watching her eyes heat. “You have no idea how hard I had to focus to stay flaccid.” I undid my belt and stepped out of my pants before I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and eagerly shed that too.
“Is that why it took you so long to come out of the bathroom?” She chuckled as my cock bounced in front of her impatiently.
“Yeah, you haveno idea.” I reached for her.
“Ah, ah, ah. Wait your turn.” She scolded, smiling to herself as she started smearing my body with different colors of paint using her fingers.
“What if I don’t want to?” I threatened.
She clicked her tongue. “Too bad. I have a vision for this.”
I swiped paint across her cheek quicker than she could getaway. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I’ve got a vision of my own, and as you know, I’veneverprofessed to be a gentleman.”
“WAAAAIIIIIIT.” She screamed as I captured her in my arms, covering her clothes in paint—myclothes. Her shriek of laughter was music to my ears as I used about three percent of my strength to wrestle her onto the canvas before finally pinning her down.
Her giggles turned breathy when I claimed her mouth with mine. “We need a honeymoon.” She moaned, “So we can stay in bed all day and have sex.”
“Your back-to-back speed round this morning wasn’t enough?” I chuckled, sliding her shirt up over her head.
“I’ll never get enough of you.” She moaned as I tweaked a nipple with blue and green fingers, making her back arch off the canvas.Beautiful.
“After the merger, we’ll go anywhere you want, for as long as you want.” I promised, getting even harder as I considered being able to keep her hostage in bed for days on end. I reached up to the workbench, knocking things over as I frantically grabbed for a brush. “Paint something for me, baby.”
“Now?” she asked breathily, already writhing beneath me like a fucking goddess.
“Now.” I flipped her over onto her hands and knees and slid her little shorts down her thighs, groaning when I realized she wasn’t wearing any underwear. “Do as you’re told and pick up the brush.” I murmured, and she let out a breathy laugh and obeyed.
