A long groan tears from her throat as her body shakes in climax. I grip her hair hard as an orgasm crashes through me. I release into her hot mouth, sensing her tighten and relax as she swallows.
She’s simply too magnificent. I pull her up gently and straighten her clothes and hair. She’s completely languid now, her arms almost limp as she wraps them around me.
“Are you okay?” I ask, stroking her back soothingly.
She nods with a small smile that lances my heart, as sweet as Cupid’s arrow.
I kiss her hard.
“That was amazing,” she murmurs. “I can see why you like using your mouth on me.” She places a soft kiss on my cheek. “We should do it again, but first, let’s go back to the exhibit and see if there are any more of my mom’s paintings.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
Lareina
Who would’ve thought a blowjob could be so potent?
My whole body buzzes. There was something extremely powerful and charged about controlling Ares’s pleasure with my mouth. The raw taste of him was shockingly exciting. And the low groans he emitted, the praises he heaped on me and the erotic cajoling…
Was it really cajoling, though, if he was giving me license to do what I wanted to do anyway? Hmm…
I admire my husband for acting like nothing’s happened, although it’s been only a few moments since he was shuddering in my mouth. My knees, on the other hand, shake. If he didn’t have his arm to support me, I’d probably look drunk.
Eventually, my legs grow steadier. But I still pretend I can’t walk on my own. I like having Ares’s heat enveloping me. And he smells good. Why shouldn’t I enjoy my husband’s presence?
There aren’t any more of Mom’s paintings. We only have one more section to check, but I’m ninety-nine percent certain her works won’t be there. The auction house grouped the pieces by artist and then by theme. Still, can’t hurt to check, just in case.
Right as Ares and I are about to enter the nook, we bump into Lucie and her husband. He’s tall—tall enough that she can wear heels and not tower over him. A handsome man with dark hair and square jaw, he’s laughing at something Lucie just said.
“Hey, Lareina!” Lucie says with a big grin. “Awesome to run into you.”
“Yes! Hello!” We hug and exchange air kisses.
“This is my husband, Sebastian Lasker. Seb, this is my friend, Lareina Huxley.”
“Ah. The lady who managed to get Ares to commit.” He smiles. “It’s late, but congrats on the wedding. And hey, nice earring and necklace set.” He winks, and we all laugh.
“Yeah. My husband got them from agreatjeweler.” I wink back. “So, did you find anything you like here? I think you said you were going to buy something?”
“Yeah, that piece.” She gestures at the section Ares and I haven’t been to yet. “It’s calledPassion Series Number Three, and is justsointense. I love it. There are six pieces in the series, and Barron Sterling already bought the first two. I’m determined to get the rest.”
“Good luck.” I mean it sincerely, although I’m not sure it can be done. Barron Sterling is an old billionaire with too much free time and more money than God could spend. The rumor is he’s so influential he has the Pope on speed dial, and he’s not even Catholic.
Since Lucie spoke so highly of it, Ares and I decide to check out the painting. Lucie and Seb follow us in case I have questions about the piece.
Ares lowers his head so he can speak quietly into my ear. “You aren’t planning to bid on it, are you?”
“Nope. Even if I like it, I won’t. She called dibs first. Besides, I already have my sights set onMy Love on the Beach.”
The section only has four paintings, but I stop abruptly as soon as we enter, my breath caught in my throat. My temples begin to throb.
The first one is titledOrange Dream. A giant orange fireball is set against a green and blue background with black streaks running through it like bolts of obsidian lightning.
The second one isMaze: a boy and a girl are running through black and orange walls and traps.
The third isThe Wonder—an empty Wonder Bread bag left on a rock in the mountains. The grass around it is charred, like from a campfire. Next to me, Ares inhales sharply, flexing his hand against my side. Does he like that one? It’s the only one in the set with an ordinary, everyday scene. But somehow it fits with the previous two.
The final one,Passion Series Number Three, is layered with dozens of different shades of red, but if you look closely, you can see shapes beneath each coat.
