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After time passed—whether it was five minutes or five hours, he didn’t know—he pulled away and cupped her face. “I love it! I’ll find the perfect place to hang it.”

“Good, but maybe somewhere private . . . I mean . . . my tits are just out there.”

“The are the best tits in the whole fucking world. You should be very proud of them.”

Then a real smile fell across her face, and she laughed, batting at his chest.

He captured that hand and pressed a quick kiss to it. “I have one more surprise for you.”

“No.”

He stopped and turned to her.

She was standing there, with her hands on her hips, pouting and looking fucking perfect.

“I do,” he said with a small chuckle.

“No. What you did was already too much.”

“Come on,” he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her into what used to be his office.

A new studio was set up for her in his office.

He’d done research and took note of the things she’d like to use the last time he was at her house. On one side was a cabinet. Pulling the doors open, he revealed all the craft supplies she’d used in her jewelry making, drawing, and painting, and other goodies. A table was also pulled down between the doors.

She walked over, examining the contents of the closet. Then her eyes fell on the easel and the cart of paints and painting supplies next to it. She walked over and let her hands graze along the tops of the brushes. Across from that was her desk, which he had set up with a new iPad and laptop after researching which would be the best for an artist to use.

“What is this?” she asked, her eyes full of awe.

“It’s your studio if you want it to be. You can keep or get rid of any of this stuff. I just wanted you to have everything you need to create your art.”

“Thank you,” she said with an expression he couldn’t quite read.

“If you don’t like it, it’s fine. Keep or change anything you want.”

“Taylor,” she said, crossing the room, slipping her arms around her waist. “It’s perfect.” She rested her face against his broad chest. “I don’t deserve this,” she said barely above a whisper.

He hugged her tight against himself. And just like that, another mission came to him. He would spoil her like this all the time until she believed she deserved it. She deserved all he could give and more.

“Rainbow,” he said, still holding her close. “You deserve everything.”

Pulling back, she looked at him, her eyes brimming with tears. She reached up, pulled his face down to hers, and claimed him. He groaned as he bent his knees, wrapped his hands under her, and picked her up. He needed her in his bed more than he needed air to breathe.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and continued to kiss down his neck, and he carried her across the living room and into his bedroom. He dropped her on his bed, and she gave a small huff before they were pulling at their clothes.

Before he knew it, he was naked in bed with the most amazing woman he’d ever known. His dick was in her mouth, and he if didn’t get this under control he would come too soon, and that just wouldn’t do.

He pulled her off and claimed her mouth as his hands found her slit. She was wet for him, and his fingers glided over her slippery clit as her whole body tensed with pleasure.

“God, Alice, I’ve missed this so much,” he said, slipping one finger inside of her.

“You’ve missed my pussy,” she gasped as he kissed her throat.

“No... I mean, yes, so much... but mostly just being close to you like this. Feeling your bare skin against mine, I don’t think I will ever get enough.” Then his fingers worked small tight circlesaround her clit, and he could tell the pleasure was building inside of her.

“I’ve also missed making you come,” he said, adding pressure.

She was too gone for words as her hips grinded against his hand. “That’s right, baby. Take what you need to get there. After you come on my hand, you are going to come all over my dick.”

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