I Like Being Watched

The rest of the night was a blur of congratulations and seeing little red stickers appearing in the corners of canvases that had found buyers.

"Oh, you didn't," I said as Fitz pulled me outside afterward, and a limo pulled up.

"Oh, I did," he said, voice husky because he already knew what I had in mind. And it involved nudity and a raised partition. "I also got us a hotel room that has floor-to-ceiling windows on two sides," he added, leaning down to nibble my ear.

Did I mention he was the perfect man?

Because he was.

And he was all mine.

And we would have a whole lifetime to find ways to accidentally be caught doing naughty things...