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“I like fire,” I told him. I was drunk on the way he felt pressed against me. The way his hard muscles and rigid dick felt digging into my softness. I wanted more. I needed more.
“So do I. That’s the fucking problem.” He tugged on my hair then took a step back just as the doorbell rang downstairs. We shared a look then Kane tucked his softening dick away before composing himself.
When he left the room, I pulled my dress down and walked down the hall trying to ignore the way my leg muscles quivered.
“What’s up, Kane? You done with the piece?” Elijah’s voice froze me to my spot.
“I’m putting the finishing touches on it.” The next thing I heard was footsteps heading closer toward me. I regained my composure and moved down the hall to my room.
“What’s up, North?” Elijah spoke with a smile in his voice. I plastered a grin to my face and turned slowly to look at him.
“Hey, E. I didn’t know you were coming over.” I pressed my back against the closed bedroom door and tried to ignore Kane’s cum slipping down my inner thighs.
“I stopped by to check on the progress of the painting Kane is working on. You doing okay?” He eyed me suspiciously. I tried my best to act easy and relaxed but knowing the way Kane came all over my panties made me want to hide my face.
“Yup, I’m good. Getting ready to go to work.”
“This late in the afternoon?” He quizzed.
“Yup. I’ll see you later.” I flashed another obviously awkward smile then disappeared into my room with a heavy sigh. My shoulders dropped as I headed to the bathroom for a shower.
When I got out, I called Sierra to see if she’d be okay with me picking her up so we could hang out.
“At your house in Rich City?” She let out a short laugh. “You sure your dad is okay with that?”
“Kaneis fine with it. He suggested it,” I said with a shrug.
“Did you tell your therapist you call your daddy by his first name?”
“She knows I call him Kane,” I frowned.
Dr. Allen was fantastic and it was because of her that I’d started taking cooking and baking seriously as a hobby and a way to feed my mind when I started down a dark path. I saw her twice a month and I was grateful for every visit. I hadn’t overcome all my issues surrounding Mom but she helped me put them in a place where I could see and identify them.
“She hasn’t told you how weird that shit is?”
“No. Because it’s not. Now, do you want to come over or not?”
“Sure. Why not? I’ve never been to a mansion before. It’ll be nice.”
“I keep telling you it’s a normal ass house. Three bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen, and a dining room.”
“Okay, North. Pick me up when you get off.”
“Okay cool.” I smiled a little before ending the call then I got dressed for work.
Dr. Allen wanted me to distance myself from Sierra after I told her how bitter she became once I moved but I told her the same thing I told Kane, she wasn’t used to not having me around her. We spent every minute together when were growing up. It was easy to understand the slight resentment. It seemed like I was the only one who was willing to be patient and forgiving though.
“Hey, how’s the painting? Done yet?” I poked my head into Kane’s art studio and looked around. He looked up at me from the canvas with a devastating smile that made his eyes glitter like gems. My heart raced to catch up to the moment that felt like it was standing still.
“I’m signing it now. Once it dries fully, I’ll bring it to the gallery and frame it. I think this is my best work yet. I can’t believe Mr. Chandler wants it in his exhibit.”
The customer Kane was painting for was a prominent art dealer who’d been into the gallery every damn month stalking Kane’s work and begging to commission him for an exclusive piece. Kane finally agreed a couple of months ago and now he was finished. Once he delivered the painting, it would put half a million dollars in his account.
“It’s breathtaking,” I smiled. I wondered if he could see the pride beaming inside of me. After sitting with Kane while he worked painstakingly on that piece, It was like my baby too.
“Thank you, Shortcake. Hey, I’m sorry Elijah came over and caught us off guard. I didn’t know he was stopping by when he locked up for the day.”
“It’s fine, Kane. At least he didn’t walk in on us in the act. Which, by the way, was very fucking hot.” I bounced on the balls of my feet a little then grinned.
