“You just told me you love me,” she whispers, and I let out a small laugh.
“I’ve been telling you for months. Have you not been listening?” A breathless laugh escapes her lips. “Chiara?” I ask this time, and she chuckles.
“Yes, Champ?” I bring my mouth against hers.
“Where’s the meteorite, baby? Tell me it’s getting closer,” I beg, and she kisses me fully before pulling away again and looking up at me.
“It has struck the Earth,” she whispers, and I pick her up off the ground and wrap her legs around my torso. “I love you,” Chiara adds, and my heart bursts into a million butterflies swarming around in my chest and stomach. “Even if you told me you didn’t have time to break my heart.”
We both let out small laughs as I walk us into one of the rooms I would love for her to use to make a non-digital art exhibition. I placed a blanket in here earlier, along with a bottle of champagne and two glasses.
“I don’t have the time to break your heart, Chiara, and even if I did, I couldn’t. I’ve never been happier,” I say, and she kisses my lips as I settle down on the blanket.
“I’m still a little mad at you,” she says, her head falling backward when I bring my bulge to her pussy. I fucking love summer dresses.
“Yeah, I know. You have every right to be, but I’d very much like to make it up to you. Can you be mad at me while I make you come?” I ask, but she’s already rubbing herself against me, searching for a release.
“I don’t want to be mad while we fuck,” Chiara says, stopping herself from chasing her pleasure. “How will this work?” she asks, her hands on either side of my face as her green eyes fixate on my brown ones.
“I already told you how. You make all the rules. We can draw up a contract or anything else you need to have security,” I reply, and she wiggles on top of me.
“I have my own art gallery?” she asks, joy in her voice.
“Yes, you do.”
“That’s so cool,” she says, kissing me all over the face. “Thank you,amore,” Chiara adds, and I grin at her in response.
“Nothing to thank me for. You were the one who convinced me not only because of who you are to me, but who you are as a person,” I reply, which seems to make her even happier.
“I don’t think I should accept this so easily, but this is—it’s everything I was hoping for when we started going to the events this season.”
It’s everything I’ve wanted for her too, and I don’t give a shit that I had to be the one to give it to her. As a matter of fact, I prefer it this way. I’d never cut her funding, take back what I’ve given, or do anything another investor could do to her.
“You have enough savings to take the next few months and turn this gallery into what you’ve envisioned for years,” I say, and uncertainty flashes across her face.
“Can I—” Chiara cuts off and places her hands on my cheeks. She doesn’t know how to frame whatever it is she wants to ask for, but I have a feeling I already know.
“Yes, Starling, I would love for you to join me for the rest of the season.” Her features brighten at my words, and I get a whiff of her peachy scent.
“Okay,” she replies, capturing my lips. “But I don’t want to work for you anymore. I’ll watch Benz, but not as your employee. I’ll watch her as your girlfriend,” she says, and I decide not to fight her on this.
“Anything you want, it’s yours.” My money. My possessions. My life. It’s all hers, every part of it.
“I want you on this blanket. Maybe have you spray some of that champagne on me,” Chiara says, her eyes flickering with the naughty sparkle that always appears when she’s dirty talking with me. I’m about to respond when she kisses me again and rubs herself over my bulge until all the blood rushes to my cock and makes me unbearably hard.
“Remove your dress,” I instruct, and it’s gone within a second. “Panties and bra too.”
Chiara smiles as she stands up and removes both until her curves and tanned skin are perfectly on display for me. I reach out and bring my hands to her hip dips, tugging until she’s next to me on the blanket again. Her body has me hot and hard while my heart races uncomfortably fast. I unbutton my shirt and slip it off my body, feeling her hands on me as soon as I’m shirtless.
“Lie back,” I tell her even if her hands on me are everything I need right now.
Chiara does as she’s told, still smiling at me as I pick up the champagne bottle and pop the top, spraying its contents around a little before pouring some of the liquid onto her chest and licking it off right after. The alcohol, bubbly and cold, runs down my throat, and I moan at the way she arches her body against my mouth. Chiara parts her lips and sticks out her tongue, telling me she’d like a bit of champagne too. I chuckle as I pour it into her mouth, one of my hands dropping to her clit so my fingers can rub against the swollen area.
“Fuck,” she moans, and I take another sip from the bottle before kissing her, letting some of the liquid move into her mouth too. An approving groan leaves her as she digs her nails into my back. My body is flush against hers, burning with desire and need for her. “I don’t want to use a condom today,” she whispers as I grind my bulge against her clit. I freeze, my head lifting so my eyes meet hers.
“Are you sure?” We’re both clean, and she’s on birth control, but she said she needed a bit more time when we spoke about it recently.
“I am, Leonard. I only want you,” she says, making everything inside and outside of me pull tight. God, I am at her mercy. “Do you want this too?” she asks, kissing along my jaw and bringing her hands into my hair.
