Page 89 of The Deal with the Playboy

“It’s a surprise.”

Thirty minutes later, we arrive at an art museum. The place looks familiar, and my eyes sting with tears. How did he know about this place? This is the place where my father used to hang his artwork before he passed away.

“How did you know about my father’s artwork?”

He smiles. “Your stepfather. We had our business meeting this morning and I asked him about your father. He told me he used to take you here, mentioned that he had some paintings.”

I nod, and Jasper grabs my hand. I avoided this place because I couldn’t bear the memories of losing my father. I lost him when I was young, but I remember him vividly. I often wondered if my life would have turned out this way if he hadn’t passed away. My life went downhill after his death.

“Thank you so much,” I say, and Jasper wipes a tear from my eyes, but I only cry harder. “Ever since my father died, my mother wouldn’t bring him up and it was forbidden to speak about him. For a while, I felt alone.”

Jasper grabs my hand and kisses it, and I feel my cheeks redden.

This man is not the man I thought he was. I used to think he was a heartless person and closed off, but he’s not that at all. I want to trust him, give my all to him, but something is holding me back. He treats me way better than my ex ever did, and I’m forever grateful for it. Even if we’re just friends.

“Thank you,” I whisper again.

“They’ve remastered your father’s painting. Do you want to look at it?”

I nod again.

We walk through the entrance to find different artwork everywhere. Some I recognize, others I don’t. The place is packed with people admiring different paintings. A few waitresses offer us champagne and finger foods, but I’m not hungry, so I shoo them away. My father taught me about the different artists and wanted me to follow in his footsteps, but he never forced his life expectations on me—unlike my mother. He never tried to make me feel like I’m not good enough.

He used to tell me I was his star.

We stroll through the exhibit hand in hand. I glance at my father’s paintings with his signature on them, and I bawl my eyes out.

If I had known we were coming here, I would have prepared myself.

Jasper wraps his arms around me, and people stop and stare while some mind their own business. We buy a few of my father’s paintings. Once we leave the art gallery, we ride in the car silently.

Jasper sets me off like a firecracker, and I’m horny as fuck. I slide my hand to his lap, up to his dick print. His eyes glint with delight and he presses his hand on top of mine, squeezing tight.

“You ever gotten head while driving?”

He licks his lips and without a word, he keeps his right hand on the steering wheel, using the other hand to unbuckle his belt and unzip his dress pants.

“Eat, Angel. If you’re hungry.”

I slide my hand on his shaft, and he shudders at my touch. I yank out his big dick and wrap my mouth around the head and suck hard.

“Fuck, Poppy, you’re going to make me crash and come at the same damn time.” I continue to suck as he strokes my hair. “Such a good girl.”

Several moments later, I taste his salty cum, and I swallow loudly before I zip him up and lean back in my seat.

I needed to have him right now, and my hormones rage like I’m a horny teenager. “Let’s rent a hotel.”

“You and hotels.” He smirks.

Once he finds a luxury hotel, we both get out of the car and rent a room. The whole process doesn’t take more than a few minutes because the receptionist recognizes my husband. Usually, these rooms are booked far out.

The minute we tumble in through the door, I’m on my knees, slipping Jasper’s dick into my mouth again. I have always been the type to love giving head. It makes me ten times more horny to bring him to his knees, at my mercy. The lust in his eyes tells me he’s on the verge of losing control. He groans, places his hand in my hair, yanking hard, and my scalp stings. I love it. I needed him more than anything right now. I suck him so hard, my jaw aches.

This wonderful man is mine, all mine. Once he comes in my mouth, I stand up and yank my jeans off. Jasper picks me up and carries me to the bed, and I don’t know remember removing the rest of our clothes. His mouth is on my clit in no time, and before I know it I come on his tongue. He flips me over, and I hear the tear of a foil before he’s inside of me, yanking my hair, pounding inside me. I feel every inch of him taking me, claiming me as if I’m his. His thrusts get rougher and harder, the sound of our skin slapping against each other’s growing louder. His nails dig into my flesh, and I come around his dick.

“Fuck, your pussy is squeezing the hell out of my cock, milking me. I’m about to come.”

I peek over my shoulder and watch Jasper throw his head back. He yanks the condom off, and warm cum sprays my lower back.

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