She’d painted their song before. She’d remembered dancing with him. Had wanted to commemorate that moment. She’d loved him then and now.

Brick sank to his knees and pulled her to him.

“What are you doing?” she whispered as he pushed the hem of her t-shirt high. He groaned when he realized she hadn’t even bothered putting on underwear.

“Let me love you.”

Swiftly, he hooked her leg over his shoulder and pressed his mouth to her smooth, soft folds.

Her gasp went straight to his dick, which was suddenly as hard as steel. She was already wet.

“You’re ready for me,” he said in wonder, letting his tongue flick out to taste her. “Does painting turn you on?”

Above him, Remi sucked in a breath and shook her head. “You watching me turns me on. It makes me feel…possessed.”

He growled against her sex, and her legs began to shake.

There was nothing in this world that felt more like home to him than Remington Ford’s tight, wet pussy. He slid two fingers into her wet opening and hummed out a prayer of gratitude as he began to tongue her slick folds.

Her flavor was intoxicating. And it belonged only to him. She’d made him a fucking king.

A jagged moan ripped free from her throat, and his cock swelled. He freed himself from his sweatpants with one hand while he worked her hot little cunt with his other. Precome flowed from his crown, dripping onto the drop cloth as he fucked her with his fingers, worked her with his tongue.

“Oh my God.”

Her broken, breathy sob had him fisting his shaft in an iron grip.

She was bucking into his face now, the silky leg over his shoulder angled to open her wider for him. He rewarded her with a third finger, stretching her tight.

He danced his tongue over her clit with exactly the right pressure.

“Brick,” she whispered. “You’re gonna make me come.”

He couldn’t help himself. He ached for her. His hand jerked up from root to tip, releasing another thick bead of moisture, this one pooling on his fist. He groaned, the vibration taking her pleasure to another level as her legs quaked.

Stiffening his tongue, he went to work on her clit as his fingers pumped into her hard and fast. He jacked himself at the same speed with a vise-like grip.

He felt her needy muscles quiver on his fingers and nearly came himself.

There were so many things he should be doing, so many preparations to make, details to take care of, but in the moment, nothing but Remi’s orgasm mattered.

She shattered around him, her cunt clamping down hard on his fingers as she came. He was right there with her, the first spurt of his release burning its way up his shaft, erupting like a geyser.

He licked and fucked her through her orgasm and wrung himself dry in the process.

Reminding them both exactly what was at stake.