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I sucked in a long breath and pushed my fingers through my hair. “No. I don’t love you like I loved Izzy because you’renotIzzy. You’re North. I couldn’t ever love anyone the way I love you. You’re my partner in every fucking way. Words are useless when I try to describe how I feel…but god, I am so in love with you it hurts.” My heart thundered in my chest singing songs and writing sonnets about the love I had for North. I wished I could crack my ribs and show her the work of art she created in me.
She hugged me so tight I felt the air leave my lungs. I smoothed her curly red hair back and kissed her forehead. “Now, go get your ass in bed…naked. I’m going to make a call and I’ll be in there.” I slapped her ass and sent her to the bedroom.
I headed up after her but I went into the art studio and sat on the stool in front of my latest piece for Mr. Chandler. A rainbow of hues stared at me in the form of downy feathers flying through the air. It was one of my favorite pieces. It had motion, clarity, and detail down to the finest strand.
“Mr. Kane Fitzgerald. How’s everything?” Mr. Chandler asked with a smile in his voice.
“Everything is perfect. The painting is done and dry. I was calling to ask when you wanted to come by the gallery to pick it up.”
“I’m out of the country right now so I’m going to pick it up next month. I’ll email you a few dates and we can settle on something.”
“Sounds good, sir. I’ll be looking for that email.”
“Thank you for everything Kane. It’s been a pleasure working with you. You’re a brilliant artist.”
“I appreciate that, Mr. Chandler.”
After I ended the call, I took a few more minutes to look at my painting. Soon, it would land me the biggest commission I’d ever seen at once. It would catapult my career and put my name in places I’d never dreamt of. I was already looking forward to my future. Knowing I had North beside me to celebrate my wins made the victories that much sweeter.
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CHAPTER 15
The soft warm kisses on my breasts moved down to my stomach, then my navel. I moaned, pushing my hands above my head, stretching and bending. What kind of dream was this? I’d take a dozen of them every day.
I cracked open my eyes and looked down at a head full of loose mahogany waves between my legs. A smile found my lips just before I pushed my fingers through Kane’s hair.
“Good morning, Shortcake.” He pinned my knees to the side and feasted on my pussy without another word to me. His lips and tongue probed, licked, and sucked until I was consumed with the orgasm building inside me.
I tossed my head back into the plush pile of pillows and bucked my hips against Kane’s mouth, fucking his face until I came. I came so hard I lost a few of my senses. I could only see stars against a black sky and only hear the thump of my heart.
Kane’s name still managed to roll off my lips though. I cried out until it was a chant filling the air. Until I could see and hear again.
He didn’t give me much of a reprieve before his long, thick cock eased into me, spreading my body until it fit him like a glove. My legs draped over his broad shoulders while he hammered into me relentlessly.
I felt like one of his paintings. He took his time with me, loving me in different colors until I was perfection. Until I reflected the light inside him.
“I love you, Kane,” I whimpered when he drove deep inside, flooding me with pleasure.
“I love you too, North. You are so fucking gorgeous.”
I moaned when his mouth connected with my nipples. “So mine,” he growled before squeezing my stiff pebbles between his teeth.
“I’m yours,” I panted. I clutched a fistful of his silky hair while his mouth made magic on my skin. The sounds that man could extract from me were unholy at best. The two boys I’d fucked before Kane were forgettable. I couldn’t remember the way they felt or smelled or the way they made me feel but Kane?
Oh my god.
He made me feel everything. He made me feel beautiful despite the ugliness in my past. He made me realize I was worthy in the face of my crippling self-doubt. No one made me feel the way he did. Making love to him only seared those feelings deeper into me.
Kane was in my bones.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I moaned. My nails sank into his glistening olive skin and my legs locked behind him, urging his cock deeper inside of me.
“Goddammit, Shortcake. I can’t keep coming in you like this. But fuck, your pussy is so perfect.” His hard dick twitched between my walls before he shot his load. I trembled beneath him milking his cock dry. I wanted every drop inside. The last thing I cared about was getting pregnant. Was having Kane’s baby really that horrible? The thought of a mini version of us made my heart sing.
Jesus, I was twisted for wanting to have his babies. I was still calling him Dad last year. Shit, last week he got a piece of mail that addressed him as the parent of North Fitzgerald.
“You still picking Sierra up?” He quizzed after he slid out of me taking the warmth with him.
