Park Avenue Prince(25)

He pulled me closer and dropped a kiss on the top of my head. “I think you’ll find I fucked you.”

I wasn’t going to argue. He was right. I’d had little say in the how, and I found I liked that. I squeezed my thighs together as I remembered his hot breath on my pussy. I rarely let a man go down on me, but as much as part of me hated to admit it, I was pretty sure if Sam Shaw suggested it again, I’d say yes.#p#分页标题#e#

His cock pulsed against his belly, as if he was getting hard again. Jesus. I needed to go. I should have left already. Like he’d said, nothing came after the sex, so what was I doing lying here, basking in postcoital glow?

“I need to leave,” I said.

“Not yet. Soon. I want to come again. Make you come again.”

It was what I wanted, too. Just to make sure it wasn’t a fluke, that I hadn’t imagined he’d made my body sing the way I thought he had. Even now, just a few minutes later, I was sure it couldn’t have been quite as . . . overwhelming . . . different . . . or as good as I thought it had been.

“And you haven’t agreed to be my art consultant yet.”

I groaned. I’d been hoping he wouldn’t mention the art consultant thing again. Now I wouldn’t make any money from Steve’s earlier work, I needed the cash.

I couldn’t say no.

Even though I wasn’t qualified.

Even though I didn’t have enough contacts.

Even though working with him would be a complete distraction.

The “nothing” after sex would be easy if I never saw him again. But the way he made my body feel . . . Surely I wouldn’t be able to be near him and not think about it.

“I’ll have my office update the contract I had with Nina with your details, and have them send it over.”

I stayed silent and kept as still as possible. I should say no, but I couldn’t.

“We can start right away.”

What was his rush? Art collecting wasn’t a sprint. It was something you took a lifetime to do. I sat up and glanced around for my clothes. “There’s an auction of Old European Masters at Sotheby’s next month.” I reached for my bra and fastened it around my chest. “I’ll check out the program and see if there’s anything I think you should bid on.”

“You’re saying yes?” he asked. He sat up and snuck his palm under my bra strap.

I shrugged him off as a sadness I couldn’t place settled in my belly. “Yes.” I stood and he grabbed my hand, trying to pull me back to him. I twisted my arm and he let go.

“Hey, I said I wasn’t done.”

“Well I am.” I continued to dress. He’d been clear there was nothing after the fucking, and I wasn’t about to wait for him to kick me out.

“I thought you were sticking around?” he asked.

“I need to be somewhere,” I replied.

Somewhere with alcohol.





Even though Harper was breastfeeding and spending most of her time in Connecticut, she still made sure she made it to Tuesday girls’ night. I couldn’t have been more grateful. One of the hardest parts of breaking up with someone was the transition period where for a few weeks I had so much more free time. I knew it wouldn’t last long, but at the moment I was aware how much I was on my own.

I’d spent most of my time since the gallery opening working. I went home and continued to fill in spreadsheets or research new artists. Periodically, images of Sam Shaw in my secret, sectioned-off corner of the gallery, sliding his large hands over my ass and pulling me against him, interrupted my concentration but I was fighting it.

“You look different,” Scarlett said as she pulled away from my hug and slid into the booth next to me.

I rolled my eyes. “No I don’t.” Maybe I did. Even days later, my body still felt the aftereffects of Sam’s touch. The bruises on my breasts had faded to penny-shaped shadows on my skin. I savored each one, more disappointed every day they grew smaller and fainter. No man had ever left a physical mark on me before. I liked it.#p#分页标题#e#

He’d left his mark on my mind, too.

“Just tell me you didn’t fuck that loser painter of yours.”

I cringed at the thought of Steve’s soft, spindly body. “No. Not at all.” There was nothing soft about Sam Shaw’s body. Nothing unsure about his touch. “But you’re right. I fucked a client the other day though. Pretty stupid, I guess.”

Except that I couldn’t regret it. Sam’s body gave me masturbation fantasy material for the rest of time. Had he really been that big? Had he really made me come that hard? It was as if he’d reached into me and pulled out the orgasm by sheer force.