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“How about you?” I reached over and touched his beautiful face.
“I lose time when I’m in the zone.”
“Me too.”
His eyes lit up. “They say that’s true bliss…and I believe it.”
I’d been telling myself I should know more about what he did. It always sounded so vague and complex when he talked about it. One day I would sit on his lap and watch him work in his office.
“I get this sense that I was born for this exact purpose,” I said softly.
“I never told you that I play an instrument.”
“You do?”
He bit his lip seductively. “Yes, I play the Emily.”
I giggled.
His fingertips trailed the length of my spine and rested on my ass cheek, then moved downward to caress and tease my sensitive flesh, causing sparks of pleasure. My lower body moved languidly with his strokes as he pressed two fingers through my folds and eased them into me.
“There will be more practice,” he said huskily.
“Happy to hear it.”
“You’re so wet.”
“Oh, God.” My ass lifted in response to his intoxicating touch.
“How’s that?” His fingers teased me.
“I have this theory,” I whispered, “that before a soul leaves heaven for its time on earth it makes a pledge with God. No matter how much we beg or plead to be freed of our pain, he won’t rescue us from it.”
“You’re very chatty this morning.”
“No, listen—” It was a thought I had to get out.
Firm fingers found my G-spot as though trying to distract me from my musing.
Breathless, I continued, “Because our suffering brings us closer to the divine. And it’s through the divine we create art. And through art we touch God.”
“You’remyidea of divine.” His rhythm became faster now, more insistent, bringing exquisite pleasure. “I want to barricade the door and not let anyone in.”
That was kind of romantic, but I didn’t say it out loud. I was so enraptured with bliss I was close to forgetting my own name. His thumb was now inside me and his fingers were languidly circling my clit.
“I love you.” He pressed his lips to my shoulder. “Never forget that.”
I ascended once more to a dizzying height.
“Em, your music makes me transcend time.”
Rising into my orgasm, I breathed, “That’s how I feel about you.”
Three Days Before
The Savoy
“I’m engaged.” I took a sip of my tea and waited for Kitty to react.
