The Arrogant Artist : A Billionaire Boss Romance (International Bad Boys Set Book 2), стр. 54
“You have me,” I tell her.
Seeing that she needs this, needs me in this moment, I push aside her panties and then her pussy in engulfing my dick. I let her control the pace. This is all Emily, all about her needs and wants. She bucks against me wildly, riding me like the good girl she is. My God, she feels so fucking good. Harder and harder she rides me, taking me deeper, making me fill her up.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” Emily bucks and moans as her orgasm takes over, and only moments later, I follow behind her.
We’re a sweaty, messy heap.
Emily gives me a satisfied smile, then her face pales. “Oh, Louis. Shit.” She tries to move off me, but I hold her there.”
“Chérie, what is it?” She looks down between us, but a mountain of tulle covers where we’re joined.
“I… we forgot protection.”
I stop, now feeling her bare, and fuck me if my dick doesn’t get hard again just at the thought.
“I’m clean. I promise you. I was checked before we slept with each other. I was kind of optimistic.”
She gives me a weak smile. “I’m on the pill,” she whispers. “I just…”
I move the hair away from her face. “You needed me. I don’t regret it, and if by some chance something happens because of it…” I let the words hang in the thick air between us as a tiny frown creases her brow. “I would be happy.”
“Happy?”
“It may not have been in our plan, and I do hope we’re together a lot longer before babies came along, but sometimes life throws you curveballs, and well, I for one, would embrace it.”
Emily’s face softens. “I would, too.”
My eyebrows shoot up. “You would?”
She giggles. “Let’s not go planning anything just yet, but I’m happy with the practice we’re having.”
“Yeah, me, too.” I grin at her, my dick twitching inside of her, making her giggle. “I love you, Emily Chapman.” She freezes. “I just need you to know that because if anything happens, you know I mean it, not because of an accident.” Her long lashes slowly blink as she stares at me. “I know it’s way too soon, but I’ve been feeling this for a while now.”
“You have?”
“Yes. But I didn’t want to scare you off.”
“You think your love would scare me off?” She smiles.
I shrug. “Kind of… it’s too soon, I know this.”
“I love you, too, Louis.”
“You do?”
“Yeah, I do. I’ve been fighting my feelings for you because I thought it was too soon as well, or maybe one-sided, but now I see you feel this as well.”
“I do.”
“Good. Well, let’s go home so you can make love to me, Mr. Marchant.”
I groan as she says my name. “Say it again.”
“Mr. Marchant.” This time she says it so seductively, my dick springs to attention.
“Thank fuck for the helicopter because I can’t wait to get you home.”
32
Louis
“Where are we going?” Emily laughs as the wind blows her golden hair across her face. We’ve taken my vintage sports car out for a spin today, and I’m taking her on a date. A proper one because I realize I haven’t done that yet.
We stayed in bed making love over the past two days after returning from Geneva, exploring each other with new loved-up eyes.
“Just somewhere.” I don’t want to give anything away. She eyes me suspiciously but doesn’t push it, just enjoying the sunshine and the amazing views that are passing us by. We don’t have to travel far, but I have driven her around in circles to confuse her.
“Louis, this is spectacular.”
I knew she’d be blown away. The lavender fields of Provence are divine, add in an old castle and some vineyards to the mix, and you have a winner. I open the car door for Emily and hold out my hand, she loops her fingers with mine.
“Monsieur Marchant, it’s an honor to have you at our winery today. Please follow me. Everything is set up for you.”
Emily looks at me and smiles. I’m waiting for her to say something, but she keeps her mouth shut and just takes in her surroundings. Little does she know I have hired the estate just for the two us, so we won’t be disturbed. The manager walks us through the grounds giving us a detailed history of the castle. Emily, of course, takes it all in. I assumed that since she has an art history degree, she’d also like normal history.
Once we finished the tour, the manager leads us into the garden where the staff has set up two easels for us with two fresh canvases and paints. Emily looks at me, bewildered, and rushes toward the blank canvases.
“I thought we could paint together.” I look down at her. “Let me be your muse.” I kiss her neck as I wrap my arms around her. “Just paint what you see. What you feel.”
“I can’t guarantee it’s not going to be X-rated,” she teases.
“Then, the painting will be for my eyes only.” I kiss her nose.
We spend all day painting and have now finished. We laughed, talked, and took in the beautiful scenery together.
Now it’s time for the big reveal. I made sure I didn’t peek at her painting because I know she’s self-conscious about her work.
“Okay, are you ready to see my masterpiece?” Emily smiles.
“Hit me.”
She turns her canvas around, and I’m blown away by just how extraordinary she can paint.
“You’re incredible.” Leaning in, I kiss her forehead. I stare at the couple making love in the lavender fields. I’m used to Emily drawing modern, abstract kind of paintings, definitely not something like this which is so lifelike.
“You’re giving me so many ideas.” She wiggles her eyebrows playfully at me. “Don’t tempt me,” I growl as I pull her into my arms and swing her around. “You make me so happy, Emily.”
“You make me happy, too.” She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me. There’s an awkward throat-clearing moment, and we pull apart to see