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Before Piper can answer, I pull back and ask, “Piper, will you marry me?”
Piper laughs and says, “Yes, I’ll marry you, Marco!”
Our kiss is punctuated with a dozen cheers around us as I’m thudded on my back with my brothers congratulating me. When we finally pull back from our kiss, Alessandro teases, “Do you think at the age of forty-two you can get your ass up from the floor?”
I stand with ease, pulling my fiancée with me. “I’ll knock your ass flat out. Wanna try me?” I challenge my brother, who smirks and winks at me.
“Not on my best day,” Alessandro replies.
Champagne flutes are being handed out, and the speakers are blasting rock music.
“Hey, can you keep everyone busy while I give my fiancée a tour of her studio?” I ask Alessandro.
“Sure, we can,” his wife, Mila, says with a knowing glint in her eye. “Girl, tell me how that desk feels when you come back,” I hear her whisper to Piper, who laughs loudly.
“Come on, let’s check out my office!” Piper says, tugging me by the hand.
“It’s just getting started, Marco!” Alessandro shouts over the music behind us.
Laughing, we run up the steps together, and I lead her straight to her office space.
The walls in this room are black brick with one pink accent wall. More photographs of her artwork hang in black frames in this room, but the pictures are of family and friends she’s inked in the past.
Behind her desk is a painting of her lying on her side with a cover draped across her hips and ass to cover her assets. The parts that remain uncovered display her finest work. Tattoos cover her thighs, back, neck, and arms.
“Where did you get that?” she gasps, teary-eyed again.
“Took that picture not long after you moved in and paid an artist to paint.”
“It’s beautiful.”
“As are you.”
“This is a beautiful night,” she says, looking beyond the double glass doors that, like the rest of the doors in this building, are tinted black. You can see out but not in. The doors lead to a balcony where she can relax and smoke in the middle of her workday.
My woman doesn’t have to work, and I’ll always provide for her even after my death. But she’s an artist and an independent woman, and I treasure and respect that about her. I’ll always do what I can to support her and never stifle her creativity or desire to work.
“Get your ass up on that desk,” I say, pointing to the long L-shaped desk that takes up one wall and half of another wall.
“My desk is empty,” she observes.
“All your supplies will be bought up tomorrow, including your computer equipment,” I say.
“Mm. Is that right,” she asks, climbing onto the desk, parting her legs, and unsnapping the body suit between her thighs.
As I expected, she’s wearing nothing else.
“Damn right. I didn’t want shit to get in the way of me feasting on this pretty pussy,” I say, swiping a finger through her slick juices before I pinch her clit.
Piper instantly reacts with her back arching and her nipples tightening against the lace. Pulling my finger out, I suck on it before dipping two more inside her, and then I suck on those.
“You’re such a fucking tease, Marco. Just eat this pussy already!” she commands.
Laughing, I kneel and whisper, “Your fucking wish is my pleasure.”
My first swipe of her slit has my tongue reeling with pure delight. My woman tastes so delicious; better than the best Kobe beef. I could eat nothing but her and have all the nourishment I needed for a lifetime.
I suck, and she moans loudly, and I don’t worry about the noise she’s making. Beyond these locked doors, no one could hear us even if we turned down the music thanks to the soundproof walls I had installed.
