“Funny,” I said, staring up at him. “Because I’d like that too.” I was about to suggest we go explore that further when he turned to the auction items.
“Were you looking for a replacement painting?”
“I know you’re not dissing my painting,” I said, poking him in the abs and almost breaking my finger.
“I just think we could upgrade,” Beck said diplomatically.
“You wish you had something as cool as my painting!”
Beck pointed to a painting hanging on one of the walls. It was a small still life. “That’s nice, for example.”
“If I’m buying another painting, I want that one.” I pointed to a huge black, white, and pink painting. The style might be referred to as gothic bubble princess. It had unicorns, pink paint, little collages, and so much glitter. But it was all shellacked onto the painting, so it was okay.
Beck sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“You have to bid on something,” I reminded him. “Ethel’s going to be upset if you don’t.”
“Wouldn’t you rather have a piece of jewelry?”
“What areyou going to do with that painting?” Beck asked as he opened the door to the condo. “Also, I think I might have overbid.”
“It’s for charity!” I reminded him with a giggle. “I’m going to hang it in the hallway so it’s the first thing I see when I walk out of my room in the morning.”
Beck wrapped his arms around me.
“Wouldn’t you rather have me be the first thing you want to see when you walk out of your room in the morning?”
He leaned down to kiss me.
I moaned softly, wrapping my arms around his neck. I’d had enough to drink at the party that being with him felt like a very good idea.
He pushed me up against the wall. He tugged up the lacy fabric of my skirt. He squeezed my thighs. His head moved down to suck my nipples through the fabric.
I whimpered as he caressed my ass, one hand slipping between my legs. The flower crown was being crushed against the wall, but I didn’t care. Beck felt so good.
“You look so sexy in this dress,” Beck murmured.
“I think everyone wanted to fuck me in this dress,” I teased, needing to take it off and feel more of him.
“But I’m the only one who will,” he said in that intoxicatingly deep voice.
“How was your party?”
We jumped apart.
I hastily smoothed down my dress.
“Everyone loved my outfit,” I told Beck’s sisters. “If you ever give up app development, you could create custom designer gowns.”
They beamed.
“So we won?” Annie asked.
I looked at Beck.
“Yes,” he said begrudgingly. “You won.”
I rubbed my hands together. “You’re going to have to leave work early tomorrow,” I warned, “because we are having a tea party.”
