Page 65 of Becoming His Muse
“What I want is you,” Olani replied, and the reason they hadn’t been speaking was inconsequential.
“You’ve got me,” he assured, slipping the ring on her finger and placing the box aside. He took her face in his hands again. “Ask me to tell you something you don’t know about me.”
She furrowed her brow. “Tell me something I don’t know about you.”
“I am,” he started, kissing the tears on her left cheek away, “unconditionally, unapologetically,” he paused to kiss the tears on her right cheek. “In love with you.”
His lips covered hers, and she forgot how to breathe as her heartbeat kicked into overdrive. He kissed her slowly as if he needed to show her with actions what he’d just told her with words, and Olani melted into it.
“I love you too,” she breathed softly against his lips as he pulled away. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and his hands dropped to her waist. “And I lied before. I want to see your bedroom again.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever told you no,” Elion responded, his arms wrapping around her waist. “And I’m not going to start now.”
He picked her up, and she peppered kisses along his neck as he carried her to his bedroom. They had some making up to do, and if they still needed to talk after that, then fine, but at the moment, she wanted to let their bodies speak for them.
27
Olani knew it would be crowded, but she didn’t realize it would be packed. It didn’t surprise her. She’d just seen his work two and a half weeks ago and was already obsessed with it herself. So, the turnout wasn’t shocking, but she’d at least thought the space the exhibit was being held in would be more spacious since it was so large. She supposed that just meant more people could be held in the area. There were even people outside waiting to get in.
Currently, she was admiring a painting the artist Elion included in the exhibit painted. She was young, still in college, but she was talented. While he’d told Olani that he hadn’t told her what he was making, just gave her the theme. The paintings went well with the sculptures. Naturally, they each had their own feel but complemented each other.
Elion named the exhibit Unexpected Muse. Explaining to her he’d had the worst case of a creative block until they starteddating, and every date inspired a piece that made him want to create. If she hadn’t already told him she loved him, it would have definitely been spoken then. His admission made her heart soar, and she’d pulled him to bed in the middle of making breakfast.
“Do you like that piece?” The question was whispered against her ear before a hand settled on her waist.
“I do. It’s beautiful.”
“Do you want it?”
“I think I might bid on it,” she responded before taking a drink of her champagne.
Elion turned her to look at him. “That isn’t what I asked you. Do you want it, Sweetheart?”
“And if I do? Are you going to just take it off the wall?”
“I can.”
Olani smiled at him, shaking her head. “It’s fine. I don’t have anywhere to put it, even if I got it.” She looked over the people in attendance, seeing several making bids on the different pieces. “How do you think it’s going?”
“Pretty well.”
She knew he was being modest. People had been vying for his attention since the exhibit started, and she’d noticed no less than a dozen people bidding on each of his pieces. There was a minimum bid amount for all of them, and she was sure he’d make far more than that on each sculpture.
They had another hour left before the exhibit was due to end. In half an hour, bidding would be over, and fifteen minutes till ending, the winning bid would be announced so they could get their piece and take it with them or arrange for it to be shipped.
“Are you coming home with me tonight?” Elion asked, both hands on her waist.
She quirked a brow at him. “Why would I do that?” she inquired teasingly.
“If I have a bad night, you can cheer me up,” he responded with a smirk before placing his lips by her ear. “If I sell out, I can celebrate with the taste of your sweet pussy on my tongue.”
Olani gasped as she swatted him playfully, pulling a chuckle from him. “You’re so bad…but I’ll think about it.”
“You enjoy it when I’m bad.” He nipped her earlobe, then placed a soft kiss on her lips.
“Sorry to intrude.”
They turned their attention to the woman that had just approached them. He dropped one of his hands from her waist, slipping his arm around her.
