Hung:A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance(26)

"New company?"

"Yesterday I changed my mind about Kelso. I'm tired of fucking around  with him. I've already instructed Julie to fuck him as long and as hard  in the courts as we can. It's going to take years. In the meantime I'm  starting a separate company. It'll be great. All boutique hotels, in  business and exotic locations that'll attract a fiercely loyal  following." My throat burns as I speak.         

     



 

I'm thinking on my feet here. She'd better not think I'm fucking  babbling. "I'm going to feature you in that magazine. Hell, I'll put you  in both. Do you want to be in both? No, wait. The new hotels are going  to need lots of original artwork in them." I take a deep breath, hoping  this works. I need it to sound professional for her "The company would  like to commission you to create artwork for each of the new hotels. And  to make prints of the pieces to use in the bedrooms."

The color has returned to her face, the shine back in her eyes. It  encourages me to continue. "We can negotiate the number and cost, you  don't even have to deal with me. Everything can go through my head of  procurement."

Skye smiles. "Maybe I want to deal with you."

It's music to my fucking ears. Do I consider that acceptance? Hell yes. I  stand, ready to pull her into my arms until the end of time, when her  phone rings.

"You should get that," I say. I take a quick glance at my watch and smile.

By the time she roots around in her purse and pulls the phone out, the ringing had ended.

"Missed it," she says, shrugging.

"Is there voicemail? It might be important," I say.

"I'll check."

Watching the delicate way her fingers tap the screen makes me long for them to touch me.

She holds the phone to her ear. As she listens, her hand flies to her  mouth and tears wet her cheeks. Finally her arm moves from her ear and  she lets the phone drop onto the table.

"Everything okay?" I ask, moving to her side. From her reaction, I assume her mother has followed through on her promise to me.

Skye looks up at me with fresh tears in her eyes, and says, "That was my  mom. She said she was interviewed for an article this morning and that  she's proud of me."

As soon as the words are out, Skye bursts into tears. I purse my lips as  I pull out of the chair and draw her tight against me, removing any air  between us.

"I, um." I pause, suddenly worried that what I did might make her angry,  "I phoned her this morning to get a quote to use in the article and  might've suggested that she grovel for your forgiveness."

Her body shakes with her sobs, and I hold her tighter.

"I can't believe she called me. When I left, she said I was dead to her."

"Sometimes people say things they don't mean."

"Thank you. I don't know how to thank you."

"Don't. You know I'd do anything to give you your parents back, anything."

For the first time since the call, Skye looks up and makes eye contact  with me. Her eyes are glassy from tears, but behind the tears, the spark  is back. No, it's not just back, it's blazing brighter that it has  since I met her.

I palm her cheek, drying the tears with my thumb. Her lips curl into a smile, a slight part between them.

Nothing's stopping me now. I press my lips against hers, nudging them  wider apart. Skye does nothing to resist me, and I deepen the kiss  before breaking it.

With her cheek still cupped, I say, "I would do anything for you. Don't ever doubt me or doubt my feelings about you again."

"Never. I'm sorry."

"I don't need sorries."

Her soft lips quiver, and I give them a quick kiss.

"You promise to stop resisting me?"

"I promise."

"So you'll do the tit drawing?"

"Stop it," she says, laughing.

"Fine. I like them better in person anyhow." I slide my hand from her back, up her side, between our bodies, and cup her breast.

"I'm sorry I ever doubted you. I can't believe everything you've done for me."

"What did I tell you about sorries?"

"Okay, this isn't a sorry but I need to say it out loud: You promoted my  art, you've offered me the most amazing commission ever, and you've  given me my parents back. Thank you. That's what this is, a thank you."

"The only thanks I want is you."

Her eyes flitter around in exasperation, moving from her body to mine, my arm around her waist, my other hand on her breast.

She smiles and says, "It looks like you have that, from where I'm standing."

"You don't hate me because I'm rich?" I give her a quick kiss.

"No chance."

"And you see how much you belong in my world?"

"Uh huh." I give her another quick kiss.

"Good, because you are my world." It's true; with Skye, I've felt  complete for the first time in my life. Before her, I didn't know what  being in love was. When she turned on me, ripping that feeling away, it  left me hurting more because I knew what I've been missing.         

     



 

Skye's chin quivers, and for a moment I worry she's going to start crying again.

She swallows and says, "Do you know you're the only thing ever that's more powerful in my life than my paintings?"

"What?"

"I mean, normally I spend every waking second thinking about them, but  now with you in my life, I spend a lot of time not thinking about them."

"Does that mean your quality's going to drop? Because, as your client, I demand the best from you."

"Oh, you'll get my best all right. But it might take longer if you keep distracting me."

"I can deal with that, distracting you is my favorite thing."

"Mine too."

Her phone rings again, but she ignores it. It might be her parents  again, trying to speak to her instead of leaving another voicemail.

"Do you want to call your mom back?"

"Yes, but later. I'm not ready to talk to her just yet."

"Why? I kind of expected you to spend the rest of the day on the phone with your parents."

"I'd rather talk to you right now."

I raise my eyebrow. "Talk?"

Skye's head tilts back in a devilish laugh. "No, not talk."





Chapter Thirty-One





Get a Room (Skye)





The only thing I want to do right now is feel Lawson's arms around me. I  need to press my body against his and let his warmth fill my soul.

There's no need for me to sort out my thoughts, because everything is  crystal clear. I can no longer suppress my desire to be in his arms,  because in his arms is exactly where I belong.

Just hearing my mother's voice made me happy, but hearing her say my  father and her are proud of me flooded me with joy. He gave me my  parent's approval.

Lawson's mouth crashes against mine, and the hand that's been resting on my breast squeezes.

Even as I kiss him back, I choke back tears. My emotions are still  spinning at a high velocity, but this time there's only two of them:  lust and love. Yes, even though I've never experienced it before, this  intense emotion that has crushed everything else can only be love.

Not only will I never doubt Lawson again, I'll never doubt myself again either.

He's proven to me that I am a good artist. A great one, even. I'd wanted  to give up. I'd been on the verge of throwing away my dream and  quitting to become a waitress.

Now Lawson's given me my dream back. And I have my dream man to go along with it.

He presses against my back to hold me close. His dick is rock hard as he  grinds it against me, I love what I do to him. I love what he does to  me. I close my eyes and shiver at the thought.

My heightened emotions have all morphed together into a raging ball of  lust. As if a switch has been turned on, my panties are drenched  already.

I pull my lips from his and say, "Take me home."

"Can't you feel how fucking hard you've made me? The only place I'm taking you is here."

He flips up the skirt of my dress and grabs my ass cheek. My eyes blaze in response to his words and touch.

"We can't, we're in that guy's office." We can't do this in here.

"I don't care."

"This is a hotel, couldn't we find a room or something?"

"That would take too long."

I open my mouth to protest, but his lips are on mine so fast I can't. I  can't believe we're doing this in here. Or that we're doing this at all.  It's definitely not the reason I came here for, but holy cow am I glad  it turned out this way. To be honest, I don't think I could wait to get a  room anyway.

Is the door locked? God, I hope the door's locked.

Lawson trails kisses down my neck, sending shivers over my skin.

"Thanks for wearing such a little sundress today. When I saw you  standing there in it, I was ready to pin you down in the middle of the  lobby and fuck you until you screamed loud enough to wake everyone in  the building," he says into my ear.

"You wouldn't." My heart pounds faster at his words, remembering how  angry I was at him when I'd first arrived. And how that anger has  vanished and been replaced with an intense need to feel him in me.

"You're lucky I got you this far." His mouth connects with mine again, our tongues frantic as he continues to grind against me.