Page 103 of Hush 3: Hidden Family

“You are welcome.”

Michael

This day has gone better than I could have asked for. When Symphony gave me that breathtaking framed photograph of her, I was floored. It’s as if she’s leaping from the frame.

It perfectly captures what it’s like to watch her on stage. I can’t wait to hang it in my office where I can stare at it all the time. I can’t believe she didn’t think her gift was enough.

As I told her, any chance I get to see her dance is magic, like the very first time all over again. When she said I had never seen her dance, I told her the truth.

I have seen her dance many times. I believe my revelation was the greatest gift I gave her today. The smile on her face after was mine.

It didn’t end there. I have taken Sim out for a drive in her new car. Then allowed her to drive around the property for a bit when we returned.

We then returned to the house, where we had a romantic lunch before spending hours in her new dance studio. I have been playing for her while she dances. I’m not nearly as talented as she is, but I’ve enjoyed her laughter and teasing at my attempt to play for her.

Watching her dance is a gift in itself. This room speaks to her. She has been moving gracefully and happily through it.

The new windows were a perfect touch. Now, as the moonlight spills into the room and bathes her in its light, I’m mesmerized. I play the final notes of the sheet music in front of me and watch as she comes to a graceful pause.

I go to start from the beginning once again, but she stands straight and turns to look at me, shaking her head. “I believe I am done for the night. I didn’t mean to get lost in here.”

“It’s fine. I have been entranced by you. Would you like to go down for dinner?”

“No, I would like to make good on my promise.”

“Which promise is that?”

“To let you fuck me. I would like for you to fuck me against the piano, up against the wall and anywhere else you would like.”

“Is that so,bella?” I ask as I stand and begin to unbutton my shirt.

“Yes, you should have your way with me. You did very good, husband. I am a happy wife.”

“Come here,” I croon.

Suddenly, she leaps into the air. I catch her in my arms and crush her to my chest. She wraps those powerful legs around my waist.

I take her lips in a deep kiss, devouring her like I’ve wanted to do all day. When she spoke those words in the courtyard earlier, I wanted to take her inside and fuck her right then and there. Her uncensored words struck me right in my core.

“Did I tell you how sexy it is to see my name on your chest?” she purrs as she traces the tat on my pec.

“No, you haven’t.”

“I like knowing you are mine and if anyone sees you shirtless, then they know it too. I should get one that says Michael.”

I growl and place her on her feet to spin her to face the piano. However, mid-spin, she turns back to me and sinks to her knees. I look down at her as she pulls her arms from her leotard and pushes the fabric down to her waist, revealing her firm, plump breasts.

Her little brown nipples are already erect and begging for my attention. My mouth waters to have them between my lips. However, I am between hers before I can think to make a move.

I groan as she sucks only the tip at first. I grow harder as she continues and begins to add in her hands. My breath hiss through my teeth as I throw my head back and pump my hips.

She hums around me as she really gets into it. Looking down, I find her looking up at me. I suck in a breath as I look into her big, bright eyes with those long lashes framing them.

“Sim, baby, that’s so good,” I breathe.

Taking my words for encouragement, she begins to take me deeper. Drool begins to drip from the corners of my mouth. I pull out of her mouth and tap the tip on her tongue as she sticks it out.

I love how I don’t have to tell her what I like. We have come to know each other so well. I take a step back, knowing what I will find as I look farther down her body.

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