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“Come here, baby,” he says just as I take my bra off, so I am just standing there in my underwear. I look over to him.

“Is that water coming from the middle of the shower?” I ask in awe, walking over to him. I have seen them in movies, but I didn’t know you could actually get one. “Wow, that is awesome!” I exclaim walking closer to him.

“Glad you like it.” He chuckles. “How about we try it out?” He grabs the back of his shirt by the collar with his left hand then pulls it over his head. Then makes quick work of his pants and boxer briefs. Since we took off our shoes at the front door, he is gloriously naked. I run my eyes over him slowly taking in the finer details that I somehow missed before. He has a small scar on his ribs and one by his hip.

“You just going to stand there looking at me baby or are you going to get in with me?”

“You can’t rush looking at art Gerard, it is to be appreciated,” I state walking the rest of the way to him. “You are supposed to look at every stroke of paint from every paint brush, every shade of color, textures, things that make that particular painting a masterpiece, and you Gerard Caswell are a fucking masterpiece,” I state running my finger over the scar on his hip. His semi-hard cock comes to full attention and his breathing gets heavier.

“You seem really passionate about art,” he says distractedly. I nod my head.

“I love art. I have always dreamed of traveling the world going to see the Mona Lisa, The Birth of Venus, The Scream, and the Sistine Chapel. Someday, I want to open my own gallery.” I say wistfully on a shrug, looking at his chest. I have never told anyone about that dream before. He grabs my chin with his thumb and index finger tilting my head back until I am looking at him.

“I’m going to take you all over the world, Cecilia and if you really want that gallery, we will get you it. If you want to go to college for a degree in art history then we will get you into the best school possible. I want you to have everything your heart could ever want.” My eyes fill with tears. No one has ever believed in me before and then out of nowhere, a man that I hardly know but love with all of my heart is offering me the world. There are so many things that I want to say to him. I want to tell him how he already means so much to me, but I can’t seem to find the words, so I lean up and kiss him. He groans and kisses me hard then rests his forehead against mine. “I love you, Cecilia. More than I thought I could ever love someone.” I wrap my arms around him.

“I love you too, G, so much it almost hurts.” He kisses me again then lets me go.

“I could spend all day holding you, but I want to wash away any trace of those punk ass bitches touching you.” I involuntarily shudder thinking about their hands on me.

“Yeah I want that too.”

After an amazing shower where G washed my hair and body, making me feel like a pampered princess all the while turning me into a tightly wound ball of need. His cock has been hard since before the shower, but he paid it no mind, seemingly content just taking care of me. He quickly washed himself before getting out of the shower. He walked over to grab a towel off the heated towel rack and wrapped it around himself before grabbing me mine. I lick my lips looking at the water sliding down his chest. He hands me mine as I step out of the shower. I quickly put it on while he turns off the shower. We walk into the bedroom and I go straight for the bed.

“We have about three hours before dinner, do we want to nap?” he asks, walking towards what I assume is the walk-in closet but is big enough to be the size of my old bedroom. I don’t know how he can think about napping when all I can think about is him pounding into me.

“No,” I state. He turns around at my tone and raises his eyebrow at me. “I want you to fuck me hard and show me just who I belong to,” I demand as I drop my towel and put my hand on my hip. It’s like something snaps inside him he is across the room and on me in four quick strides.

“You want me to fuck you CeCe?”

“Yes, hard and fast,” I whimper. He runs his hands down my sides then grabs my hands that were by my side and pulls them above my head, He holds them there in his left hand then runs the index finger of his right hand down my arm and over my chest with the lightest of touches. He tsks.

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