Lily’s lips form into a frown, “I knew you were worried, but I would like to worry with you next time. This concerns both of us after all, and we’re together, which means your worries and fears are mine too.”
“I won’t keep anything from you ever again,” I promise her.
“So, what are we going to do about it now? Go to the police?”
“We can, but I don’t know what they could do. I already put some cash in an envelope and dropped it in the park’s trash can. I haven’t heard from whoever this fucker is since then.” Lily nods, and I continue, “I really don’t want to think about it right now though. All I want to do is enjoy having you back and make sure you know that I won’t ever keep something like that from you again. When you left it almost killed me.”
“Me too.” She whispers. “I missed you every day.”
“I’m pretty sure I missed you more, and I have something else I want to tell you.”
“What do you mean?”
For the first time in days, I smile, “I may have used my status as the Dean of the university to pull a couple strings at the brand new gallery in town.”
Those big eyes of hers seem to get bigger as she realizes what I’ve done. “You got me a spot for one of my paintings?”
“One?” I snort, and my grin grows at the same rate as her eyes widen. “You’ve got your own exhibit.”
“What?” she squeals, jumping in her seat and almost knocking her food off her lap. “Oh, my god, Sebastian. Are you serious? You’re lying right now. You have to be.”
“Very serious,” I tell her, taking in her wide smile and the bright sparkle in her eyes. “I was waiting to hear back from them before I mentioned anything about it. I didn’t want to get your hopes up if it didn’t work out.”
“Oh, my god. Oh, my god.” Her chest rises and falls rapidly, and I can hear her breathing from across the seat. “I can’t believe this. How did you do it?”
“All I did was send them a few pictures of your paintings. They loved all your stuff and can’t wait to have you. Your exhibit is in two weeks.”
That does it. The cheeseburgers on her lap fall to the floor as she basically crawls across the center console and into my lap.
“Two weeks?”
I nod, joy consuming me. This makes all of it worth it. I would rather have not had her leave and been able to explain everything to her, but, at the very least, I was able to fix this. I was able to make it so we can be together without being a secret.
Lily runs her fingers through my hair, and pulls my head into her chest, squeezing me tightly. Fuck, I could die a happy man right now.
“Holy shit. I have a ton of work to do. A ton of things to paint, and…” She releases me only to bring her lips to mine. She kisses me like I’m the air she needs to breathe. Of course, my cock starts to come to life with her tight little body rubbing against me, and her pink lips on mine. I would kiss her all day and night if I had the time.
“Thank you, thank you so much. You’re the only one that believed in my art. That believed in me.” Tears glisten in her blue orbs, and I’m so tired of seeing her cry. I only want to see her smile. I only want to see her face filled with ecstasy as I bring her to climax on my cock, fingers, and tongue.
“I love you, Lily. I love you so fucking much, and I’m so happy that you’re happy, but if you keep wiggling that ass of yours against my cock, I’m not going to be liable for what I do.”
Lily’s movements come to a halt, and she pulls back, a sly little grin on her lips. I look her up and down, her adorable button nose, delicate throat, and cheeks that are tinted a light pink. You’re corrupting her, Sebastian. She was a virgin when she met you.
“What do you want to do, Mr. Miller?” The way her tongue flicks over her bottom lip as she says my name has me envisioning a whole lot of things. I’ve missed this, her, all of it. She’s never leaving again, never. I don’t care if I have to tie her to the bed.
“Do you want the PG-13 version or the R-rated?” I cock a brow and let one of my hands trail over her shirt covered chest. I can feel her hardened nipples through the thin fabric of her bra. They’re begging to be released, to be sucked on. Jesus, she wants me to fuck her just as badly as I want to. “We need to get home, like right now… right now. Sit back down in your seat and buckle up,” I order. My cock presses against the zipper of my jeans in protest.