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“Pants off,” I demanded, turning to watch him as I slid my panties down as well.

He did as he was told. Then tossed his underwear off for good measure.

He had no idea what I had in mind, but he was already hard in anticipation.

I took a step to the side, waving toward the floor.

“What is this?” he asked, brows pinched as he took in the massive piece of canvas set up on a blue tarp and surrounded by several containers of washable paint.

“Well, you know how we have this stupidly large wall above our bed?” I said, waving toward it.

“Yeah,” he said, looking over. “Are we painting something for it?” he asked, knowing that I hadn’t found anything I liked that was big enough for the space.

“In a way,” I said, smirking as I walked backward toward the canvas. “We are going to make some abstract art.”

“But you don’t really like abstract art.”

“Not normally, no,” I agreed. “But this is abstract art we are going to be making with our bodies.”

“What? Like ass and tit prints?” he asked, making me snicker.

“Probably some of that, sure,” I agreed, grabbing two colors of paint and pouring each onto a throw away plate so I could smear my hands into it. “But we are going to put our hands in paint—mine pink and purple, yours black and gold—and we are going to get down onto this canvas and make love. And see what kind of art we make during it.”

I never saw Levee move so fast.

His hands were in the paint and then on me in moments.

Then we spent the next hour lost in each other. Until we’d rolled off onto the cold blue tarp, panting, and looking over at the art we’d made.

“Now, every time someone comes into the bedroom, they’re gonna see it,” Levee said, eyes bright.

“It’s fun to have little secrets,” I told him as I reached for his hand then walked with him to the shower, where we scrubbed each other clean before dinner.

Each day we spent together, the more I couldn’t wait to spend more with him.

Levee - 1 year

“What?” Jade asked, picking up on my excitement as we made our way up the front path toward the bungalow after two weeks away visiting her family in cold, snowy Massachusetts.

As much as we both had loved getting to experience some winter, we both sighed in relief as we stepped off the plane and felt the welcoming heat again.

“I may or may not have arranged to have a surprise for you waiting when we got back,” I told her.

“I knew you were up to something!” she said, narrowing her eyes at me. “Telling me you had to keep texting the club when they knew we were away with family.”

“Yeah, a harmless little lie. I hope,” I added as I reached for my key. “We gotta have Kylo come over and pick some of these hibiscus for the tortoise,” I said as she turned to admire the gardens she’d been tending to so lovingly.

It had been surprisingly fascinating to watch Jade settle into the house. Painting, shopping, decorating, gardening.

Nesting,the women of the club had called it. I figured that was exactly what it was for Jade, too, since she’d been very clear about wanting our lives and this house to be full of babies eventually.

I didn’t really have a single decorating bone in my body, so I’d been happy to let her have free rein with the place.

She’d filled it with color, art, plants, and love.

Which made me want to make a contribution of one design feature. Only I needed to have it done when she wasn’t around because, according to the experts I’d hired to do it, they needed a few weeks to do it properly.

“Okay. Turn me in a direction,” Jade said.

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