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“The pleasure is all mine. Congratulations on everything.” She leaves me to take the elevator up with the last group.
Taking one last moment to gather myself while the elevator makes its trip, I follow everyone up when the lift returns. I was considering using the stairs, but I’m not sure my ass can takeit.
When the elevator doors open, everyone turns to clap. I smile awkwardly and move to stand beside Cal and Ezra, who both wrap an arm around me and hug me between them. Many people take photos, but I don’t even care, I’m just so incredibly happy at this moment.
The room is all set up to start classes whenever I’m ready. There are tabletop easels along the two long tables, brushes and pallets set to the side. The once white walls are now painted with colorful wildflowers. On the largest wall is a watercolor dandelion with seeds in various shades of the rainbow blowing towards a display wall, where I plan to hang the work from the children’s class I’m planning. By displaying their art in a place of honor, I’m hoping to nurture confidence and self-pride, which is something I never had as a child.
Around the corner, our sitting room has been stocked with coffee and tea from Ezra’s sister’s shop. Above the large sofa, I find another surprise. Below the hand-paintedWildflowerStudiossign is a huge new piece of art that takes up most of the wall. I recognize it as one of Ezra and Cal’s multi-media pieces, but I’ve never seen this one before.
It’s a blown-up photo of a woman, her face and part of her shoulder in the frame. She’s looking up, as if towards a light, and she’s laughing. Pure joy radiates out of the woman, accentuated by the addition of colors that have been painted over the lines of the photo. The two art forms are merged perfectly. If you didn’t know how this art was made, you might think it was a very realistic painting with touches of color worked into the brush strokes.
The woman in the photo is carefree and confident, joyful and expressive. The love the artists feel for her is apparent, in theway the photo captured a candid moment, and in every brush stroke that caresses her skin.
That woman isme.
Beth
By the time the last guest says their goodbyes, I’m buzzing with need, a fire burning in my veins. It feels like the caterers are taking their sweet time cleaning and packing up, and I’m vibrating with tension. I try to keep myself busy to avoid making a fool out of myself or being rude to anyone, but I’m not fooling my guys.
Upstairs, I check for any discarded glasses or plates, and then resort to walking around, running my fingers over the long tables and ruminating over how much my life has changed in two short weeks. It’s unreal, but I do my best to allow myself to believe that this is real. That the last two weeks were real. That tonight was real.
Cal finds me staring out the expansive windows over the city, watching people walk along the sidewalks, headed toward their nights out on the town. I feel his presence before he says a word, leaning into him when he wraps his arms around me and pulls me into his chest.
“What are you thinking about,bláth fiáin?”
“Just how unbelievably different everything is from such a short time ago. I can’t believe I’m here, with you. With Ezra. All of this,” I say, gesturing my hand around to indicate the gallery. Not just a gallery I’ll be working in, but showing in. And if tonight was any indicator, I could be successful at this. I could be a real artist. My real-life dream come true. “I don’t know how I got so lucky.”
“I was so proud of you tonight,” Cal whispers, pushing my hair over one shoulder and kissing the back of my neck. Gooseflesh erupts over my skin, pebbling my nipples, as he continues to pepper kisses over my neck and shoulders in between softly spoken words. “You are the most beautiful, most talented, most amazing woman I’ve ever met. I can’t believe I got so lucky to meet you, spend time with you, and watch the first moments of what I’m positive will be a banging career. We’re the lucky ones, Beth.”
Between my arousal and emotions, I’m incapable of formulating a response. Instead, I turn my head to kiss him, reaching one hand behind his neck to pull him closer. The kiss is slow and sensual, stoking the flames that have taken up residence in every inch of my body.
Cal’s body presses into mine against the windowsill, his erection pushing against my ass. I whimper with need, and Cal chuckles, low and promising, as his hands caress down my arms, guiding my hands to the window in front of me. He presses them there, silently instructing me to keep them in place. My body vibrates, but I keep my hands in place as Cal trails kisses down my body until he’s kneeling behind me.
He pushes the hem of my dress over my ass, bunchingit around my waist. My fingers flex, squeaking against the window. I look down over the city, worrying over whether or not people can see me, whether or not they can tell that I’m being teased within an inch of my life.
Cal presses his nose against the exposed flower of the butt plug, drawing a breathy cry from me. My eyes screw up tight, and I flinch when I feel a finger push under the crotch of my bodysuit to swipe through my wet folds. Even these barely there touches are almost enough to set me over the edge.
“Mmm,” he moans, after popping his finger into his mouth. “I’ve never tasted anything as good as you, Beth.”
His fingers return to my center, slowly pushing inside me. My legs tremble as Cal pumps them slowly.
“Cal,” I whine.
Ezra’s emerges from the elevator, his voice smooth and smokey with lust. “Got started without me, did you?”
“Just an appetizer,” Cal replies before tapping the inside of my thigh to get me to widen my stance. I comply without a thought, but then startle when Cal pushes his head between my legs.
I look down at him with wide eyes. His head is leaned back against the exposed brick wall, his mouth inches below my sex. He returns my gaze with a raised eyebrow, pointedly looking at my hands, which I’ve removed from the window. I hastily return my hands to the window, bending forward awkwardly to make space for Cal’s wide shoulders between my legs.
The moment my hands touch the glass, his tongue lashes out.He doesn’t just swipe his tongue through my folds to tease me, he feasts on me like a man starved. He laps and sucks and probes my pussy with his tongue, bringing me to the edge. I watch Ezra’s reflection in the window as I gasp, and his heated gaze sends me careening into a climax that weakens my knees.
He's by my side moments later, kissing me deeply, swallowing the sounds of my cries. His fingers dip down into my center where Cal is still lapping at my orgasm.
“You’re soaked, Beth,” he says against my mouth, his voice low and raspy.
My own voice comes out thready and weak. “I need you.”
Ezra groans low in his throat as he pulls my hands away from the window to wrap my arms around his neck. Cal moves away from the wall as Ezra turns me around, lifting my ass onto the wide windowsill. The butt plug jostles and presses harder into me, and I cry out.
