“I know,” I say, although in my case it’s more like three months wages for a painting. “I did see that you can buy prints though, maybe buy a few of her favorite ones and get them framed? Sofía gets the gift of beautiful art, and you get to keep most of your paycheck.”
“I like your thinking,” he says, “you should do the same.”
I nod, making a mental note to buy a print of this piece when I get home.
“I think Mom and Donovan are ready to head out,” Angel’s voice beside me makes me jump.
How long has he been standing there?
“Great, I’ll go and get the car,” Miguel says.
Diablo
I wait until everyone falls asleep, before slowly padding up the stairs. I’m desperate to kiss Elizabeth after our closeness during the car ride and then having to stay as far away as possible from her at the gallery; admittedly failing at times and not being able to resist finding a way to touch her somehow.
Knowing a knock on the door could wake up other people, I turn the handle and push it open slightly. She’s still in her dress, leaning against the desk and scrolling through her phone. I push the door open more and step in. Looking up at the sound, she gives me a huge smile.
“I’d have thought you’d be in your pajamas by now,” I whisper.
She lets out a low chuckle. “I thought it might be nice to take a shower before bed, and I need help with my zip.” She turns her back to me and glances over her shoulder. “Do you mind?”
In a couple of strides, I’m across the room and she’s in my arms. I grow hard as her peachy ass presses against me, and she reaches around to grip the back of my neck. She leans her head back on my shoulder, giving me full access to her throat, which I eagerly lavish in kisses.
“Take me to the shower, Angel.”
I don’t need asking twice.
Once in the bathroom, she turns the shower on and faces me. Last night she’d removed her swimsuit herself before stepping into the shower, but tonight she waits. I keep my distance, taking my time, letting my eyes roam over her body.
“You look so beautiful in that dress,” I say, “I wanted to tell you all night.”
“You did. I felt it every time you touched me, every time you looked at me.”
With my next breath I’m on her, claiming her mouth and letting my hands run over the dress, enjoying the velvety softness but wishing it’s her skin I’m feeling.
“As much as I love it,” I say, “I think it’s time we take it off now.”
She giggles as I slowly slide the zip down her back, the dress loosening and falling to the ground. Her arms go around my neck and my hands return to her body, this time enjoying the feel of her skin.
“If I’d have known you were going to be here this weekend,” she says, “I’d have packed some lingerie instead of my basics.”
I glance at her black underwear set, and fuck, I think she looks sexy as hell.
“You could wear anything and still be the sexiest woman on the planet as far as I’m concerned.”
She chuckles. “Okay, no lingerie for you then.”
I step back, putting a fake hurt expression on my face. She smirks before laughing and pulling me back into a kiss.
“I’m messing with you,” she says, “I’ve got some pieces you might appreciate, especially now I know about your thing for lace.”
I groan. “Don’t tease me, princess.”
“Okay,” she says, undoing my jeans and reaching her hand into my boxers, taking my cock in her hand.
“As good as that feels, you already made last night about me, it’s your turn now.”
I take her hand out of my jeans and spin her around, so she’s facing the sink and the mirror in front of us. The edges are slightly misted from the shower, but we’re both clearly visible. I undo her bra, letting it fall to the floor, and slide her underwear down until it falls around her feet. She averts her gaze, but I gently guide her face back up.
