Page 98 of Broken Pieces
I then take that same finger and hover it between her lips and order, “Open.”
She obeys and parts them softly, and I coat her lips. Then, I close the gap between us and give her a kiss, picking up the cum with one lick and crashing my tongue with hers, a mix of our warmth and our arousals coatingour mouths as we keep kissing, making me instantly hard again.
As we break apart, I lick my lips with a satisfactory groan. “We taste so good together, don’t we, Darling?”
She hums in agreement. “Yes, we do.”
We go and clean ourselves up, then we both lay on the bed, her head resting on my chest.
My heart races at a rapid, uneven pace as I realize how in love I am with this beautiful; kind; dedicated woman. The words are at the tip of my tongue, yet I can’t seem to formulate them.
To say this morning has been insane is an understatement. The caterer will be an hour later than agreed and apparently two of their servers called in sick, so they’ll probably be short staffed on top of it.
I can feel the panic sneaking in, but I won’t let it get to me. This day is too important, and we’ve worked so damn hard to get here, I’m not letting anything ruin this.
Looking around to ground myself, I try to focus on the things I can see around me and take a deep breath as I try to redirect my focus far away from my anxiety. The first thing I focus on is my desk. It’s a little messy, considering I’ve been working nonstop.
I take a deep breath.
Looking at my hands next, I focus on the nail color. Sophia convinced me to get them done for the gala and I decided to do this delicate nude pink color. It’s a nice color, I guess.
I take another deep breath.
Last thing I focus on is the floor to ceiling window behind me that overlooks the city buildings and Lake Michigan. It’s a nice, sunny day and the lake looks beautiful.
I take one last deep breath.
My breathing has significantly calmed down as a knock on my door takes me out of my trance.
I shake my head, already feeling much better. “Come in.”
Isabella pops in her head. “Hey, what are you still doing here? You need to go get ready!”
“But—”
“I don’t want to hear it. I’ll take care of whatever’s left. Leave,now,” she says before shutting the door.
That’s Isabella for you. Very bossy.
I grab my things and walk out of the gallery quickly because she’s right, I do need to get ready. The last thing I need is to arrive late at our own gala.
Arriving at my apartment, I text Sophia to let her know I’m home since she’s going to come over and style my hair. I take off my shoes as I walk toward my bedroom, then drop them in front of my bedroom door, too exhausted and late to care about making a mess.
Opening the door, I glance at my bed, where a black matte box sits with a note on top of it. I furrow my brows as I get closer, picking up the note.
The perfect dress for my Darling.
– Damian
As I open the box, I carefully lift the tissue paper that’s wrapping the delicate fabric. Picking it up carefully, my eyes roam the dress, excitement flooding through me. The strapless layered red dress is made out of mesh fabric, and it flows naturally, giving it airy delicate layers. It’s simple and elegant all at once. It’s perfect.
Me: Thank you for the dress. It’s lovely.
Damian: No need to thank me. After all, I get to be the one to rip it off of you later.
Me: Smooth.
Damian: Always.
