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Her head shifts to look up at the camera in the corner. It’s the slightest of motions but it makes my balls draw up fucking tight because I know she’s gauging—is it feasible?

“It’s rather hot in here, isn’t it?” she asks as she shifts slightly, but I continue to have my body ghost her. Continue to have my warm breath against her neck where her pulse is fluttering erratically beneath my lips.

“And then I’d drop to my knees, Bellissima. Hook that leg of yours over my shoulder and slide my tongue down your slit.”

She emits the softest mewl as I bring my hand up and hold it still on her hip so I can rub my hardened cock against her ass.

“I’d circle your clit. Suck it. Then slide my tongue back down and fuck you with it.”

“Ollie.” She’s fucking breathless and my name has never sounded sexier.

“Mm, that’s right, Sof. I’d be on my knees worshipping you like the goddamn royalty that you are.” I slide my hands up and down her hips and then span them up her rib cage and over her breasts.

Christ. I’m going to fucking come in my pants if I don’t get some relief here. But the pain is worth it. The ache in my balls definitely fucking worth it, knowing how goddamn good and wet she’s going to be for me on the jet ride home.

“Would you come for me like that? On my tongue? Riding my face? Or would you wait for me to sink my cock into that dripping pussy of yours? Would you cry out and beg me to fill you as full as I can? Would you dig your nails in my ass and tell me you wanted me even deeper?” I chuckle and I watch the chills chase over her skin. “Baby, I know you. That right now you’re dripping for me. I can hear it in your erratic breathing. Can smell how turned on you are for me. Can feel your ass pushing against my cock. Yeah, you want me.”

“I always want you,” she pants out.

“And I can’t wait for you to show me just how bad, but I have one more surprise for you tonight.”

Her body stiffens against me. “What are you talking about?” She turns to face me, her eyes narrowed.

And then I chuckle. I realize what she thinks I’m going to do. Propose.

Nope. Not happening. And yet a small part of me stands a little taller at the idea.

“No. Not that, Sofia.”

She exhales and chuckles. “Just making sure.”

I roll my eyes. “You told me it’s a shame to hide this art from everyone. That it should be shared.”

“Ollie,” she says like a warning. “What are you talking about?”

I take her hand and lead her to a closed door, a room sealed off for just this occasion. “I’m talking about this.”

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

Sofia

I gasp.

Midnight Madness is displayed across from where we stand. Its stark colors and dramatic brush strokes are so vibrant, so violent, that I stand there, mouth agape and soul touched.

“This is where it’s been,” I say, completely transfixed by it. “It’s . . . I’ve admired it so long. Its beauty. Its elegance. The way it commands attention. It’s hard to believe it’s real. It’s hard to believe I get to be graced with its presence.”

“I know exactly how that feels,” he murmurs but there’s something about the way he says it that has me glancing toward him. He’s not looking at the painting, he’s looking at me.

Oh. Oh.

I hold my hand out to him, wanting him to come join me. Needing him at my side.

“For one star to shine to its full potential, it needs to shine alone. For the other stars around it to dim. Midnight Madness,” I murmur.

“What?”

“The meaning behind the painting. Or at least that’s what I’ve read.” I glance his way, overwhelmed and so incredibly grateful for this opportunity.