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  I laughed in feigned disgust as I playfully shoved him away. As he did the same to the other nipple, his face was flush with arousal, his dick was again rigid and at attention. I wanted to jump him so badly, but watching him admire me was such a turn on too. He dropped down to one knee and made a sweeping curve across my hips. I looked up at the mirror and saw it made a huge smiley face.

  "How sexy," I teased. He licked and gently bit the edge of the smile on my stomach, I instinctively grabbed at his hair, took a deep breath and stopped myself from going any further. "Where's my paint?" I asked.

  "Right there," he pointed to a silver jar at the rim of the bathtub. "Thought I'd change up the color for you."

  "You'd look good in any color," I scowled. I grabbed the jar, dipped my finger, and pursed my lips around the paint. "So sweet," I said seating myself on the edge of the tub. Heath was still kneeling in front of me, and now that we were eye to eye, he kissed one of my breasts and licked the tip of my nipple.

  "It is."

  The feeling of his lips on my breast made me squirm in my seat. Good-god that felt amazing. I took my brush and painted his lips and immediately kissed him. The sweet taste of the paint, mixed with the delicious taste of his kiss, made my heart speed up and my stomach swirl with arousal. I pulled away trying to figure out what to do next and felt so in tune with him, like this bathroom was our own little cocoon, and I didn't need to be so guarded. I felt safe here, and it filled me with a playful joy I hadn't felt in as long as I could remember.

  I took a glob of silver paint with my fingers and slid it through his hair, laughing mischievously.

  "Oh, you bitch!" he said playfully, reaching for a glob of his gold paint and smearing it on my face.

  I laughed, licking the syrupy flavor from my lips, wiping my face (which only added some silver to the mix) and then wiped what I collected all over his chest. Heath's bright smile gleamed against his silver hair. He reached to grab his entire jar, and instantly I knew war had been declared. I raced for mine as quickly as I could, and then we were a mess of gold, silver, and laughter. We had both emptied our jars on each other and rubbed as much as we could on the other. He wrapped his arms around my slick body and slipped back onto the bathroom floor still holding onto me so that I landed on top of him. I laughed so hard, I couldn't even make a sound or ask him if he was okay. But he was smiling too, so I knew he was fine. He rolled over in a flash, the shock of the cold tile against my back made me finally howl aloud. I opened my eyes to see his exquisite face, his blues shone out like two beacons in a silvery moonlit ocean.

  "I love to watch you laugh. I love it even more when I'm the one who makes you laugh. God, you're beautiful."

  Suddenly, I felt very heavy. It was something in the way he said that, the way he looked at me. I knew he was being playful, but it was as deep and as true a thing as I had ever heard him say. My laughter faded to a wistful smile, because I knew that I was falling harder than I had ever fallen before and it was the most thrilling and frightening experience of my life.

  He lowered his face down to my belly button, and using the tip of his tongue, he slowly glided up my stomach, over the crest of my breast, past my collarbone and up to my earlobe, gently biting and sucking on it. "You're the sexiest piece of cake I have ever had," he whispered into my ear. "I just want to eat you up. I want you all to myself."

  "Shut up and eat then."

  He cocked his eyebrow and bit his lip again and it really made me feel like a confectionary in front of a fat kid, a little scared he would literally consume me.

  Again he lowered himself, sliding down my slick golden torso, this time stopping between my thighs, and he licked the inside of my upper thigh. I looked down at his glimmering silver shoulders, striped with streaks of gold, like some sort of drag-queen's vision of a sexy man-tiger, and it was surreal. I am in Paris, on the floor of the penthouse suite at The Four Seasons, covered in silver and gold edible paint with the most popular Calvin Klein model in the world between my legs, threatening to eat me like a piece of chocolate cake. This is so fucking awesome!

  Heath delivered on his promise to eat me as he worked his way inwards, gliding his tongue over my golden labia, making me wriggle with excitement. I wrapped my shiny legs around his neck as he penetrated me with his tongue. I moaned, writhing along the cold tiles, my nipples hardening from the various sensations of touch and taste that enveloped me.

  "Fuck, Heath..." I moaned under my breath. He pressed my hips closer to his face like he couldn't get enough of my taste. He only stopped to look up with that panty-terminating smirk to say "candy covered cherry, yum."

  "Shut up!" I said, pushing his face back down, "and let them eat cake!"

  His laughter muffled into my "cake" and then he artfully sucked on my clit, to which of course, my natural response was to hump his face. Just as I was about to come, he stopped and leaned over me again so we were face to face.

  "I want you feel you come around me."

  "I think I could arrange that, but if you tease me like that again, I'll make you pay." His thick, warm penis rested on my stomach, such a contrast to the cold floor beneath me.

  "I want to see that ass of yours," he said, reaching under and grabbing a handful. "I want you from every fucking angle."

  "Well then fuck me from behind with that big cock of yours." He did something to me when we were together. He was right about why I was scared to open up to him, because when I was around him I became reckless and dirty.

  Without hesitation he turned me onto my stomach and again I gasped, as the cold floor hardened my nipples and awakened the entire frontside of my body. He rubbed my ass with his hands, sliding along the body paint, which was still wet, and then squeezed it firmly. I let out a moan of pain and pleasure. He kissed and nipped my cheeks what felt like twenty times, and it tickled so much that I giggled like a sixth grader. His hot body laid on top of mine, and it was so warm and close, his firm muscled physique engulfed me with his energy. Heath brushed my tiger-like hair (black with golden streaks) away from my ear and whispered in my ear "I have been thinking about sticking my cock inside that warm, tight pussy of yours all day. In the restaurant, on the fucking stairs of the Eiffel tower..." He rubbed himself just outside of my entry, but he was being a tease. He wanted to make beg him, he wanted to hear me tell him I wanted him.

  "You're such a tease," I said propping my ass up.

  "I just love to hear your voice when you're ready. It's smokey and sexy."

  "Is it?"

  "Oh yes, just then, your voice," he said, gyrating his hips against me.

  "I'll say whatever you want Heath, just please put your dick inside of me and fuck me senseless."

  The warmth of his breath formed a gentle breeze on my ear and he slid inside of me. I dug my forehead against the cool floor, feeling so overwhelmed by the long thickness inside of me. From that angle he was so deep, my thoughts were only of him rubbing inside of me, and that sensation might be the closest thing to heaven on earth I had ever experienced. This time he was slow and rhythmic, he wanted to savor my cake. Each time he plunged into me felt like the first time. He suckled on my neck, "you taste so sweet, Sadie. You're so wet and tight, oh god," he whispered seductively into my ear.

  My moans rose with each entry, as I came closer and closer to climax. His body slid against mine like we were two well-oiled pistons, except we were lubricated with metallic food paint not WD-40, which tasted far better, (not that I've ever tasted lubricating oil, just an educated guess). I tried to stop myself from coming by clenching up and holding my breath. I didn't want this to end, but my body was betraying me. Being as in tune as we were, and every nerve ending on the muscled curves of Heath's chest and abs being in direct contact with my back, he could tell. He could feel the softness of my body harden with tension, he could feel my smooth breaths halt to short bursts as I tried to hold them in, he could see my fingertips turn white as I pressed into the limestone floor. He responded by increasing his rhyt
hm ever so slightly.

  "You didn't want me to tease you, I'm not teasing you now. I'm giving you all of me, just let go baby. I want to feel you come around me, I want to hear your moans." His voice changed too when he was hot, it got deeper and breathier, the clean scent of his breath was like a perfume for my arousal. "You feel so good, I can't hold out much longer, come with me. Let go."

  I couldn't resist the fullness inside of me, sparking sensation at every point of contact, the tenor of Heath's voice, the heat of his muscles massaging against my back, the cold floor stimulating my nipples, the sweet taste of the gold liquid on my lips. He was right, I needed to let go, this would not be the last time, this was just the beginning. And my rhythm returned, my breathing flowed, my moans returned to their previous pitch and I called out his name. "Heath, come with me. I want you to come inside of me as I come," it was barely a whisper. I wanted--needed--all of him. Every last drop.

  "Yes," he said, barely able to get the word out. His hips moved faster, but still smoothly, snaking against the softness of my bottom, his fingers pressed against the floor, his chest vibrated in the way that I knew he was about to release and so, I let go. We both called out a mix of aggressive, guttural groans and moans from deep inside. His cock grew and contracted as I contracted around him, allowing us both to reach the highest peaks of our climaxes together.

  ***

  Somehow, we found ourselves on a makeshift nest on the floor made from bath towels. Yes, we were in a penthouse in the Four-freaking-Seasons, but chose to remain on the bathroom floor of all places. The sun had nearly set, leaving only one dim light on in the bathroom, casting a candle-like hue throughout the space. Heath played music off of his phone and grabbed a bottle of wine I had left over from my picnic the night before.

  "Turn your Lights Down Low" played in the background as I rested my head on Heath's still-bare chest. He quietly sang along to the song as I rocked my head from side to side, patting my fingers on his chest to the beat. It was another song that I discovered we both loved.

  "We might want to consider getting this stuff off of us," I suggested.

  "I don't know, I think we look pretty fucking incredible covered in this." I gave him the once over, he was almost entirely silver with slivers of gold, occasional patches of his skin peeking through. "Seriously, there is something incredibly hot about your naked body covered in gold."

  "Well thank you, but it's starting to get sticky. I think we've far surpassed the sexy point with this stuff. Can you imagine walking through the airport like this?"

  He let out a small laugh. "Something tells me we would start to gain a following of random animals and wayward children."

  "I assume the hotel got this stuff for you?"

  "Yeah, the concierge."

  "I'm impressed that they got it so quickly."

  "You get this room, you get whatever you want. Besides, this is the city of bakeries and whatnot, plenty of edible food coloring to go around."

  "I don't think I can eat another sweet thing for a week."

  "Bullshit, you have a major sweet tooth."

  "What makes you say that?"

  "I know about your secret Oreo stash in the cupboard over the fridge."

  I propped up on my elbow, my mouth agape. "That was specifically designed to be non-wheelchair accessible."

  "Yeah, well now I'm back to six-foot-three and I don't know where anything is in that damn kitchen, so I look through all of the cupboards and drawers just to find a goddam spatula. Then I saw your betrayal: hiding cookies from me. It hurt, I must admit."

  "Well, for one it's my job to keep you looking like this," I waved my index finger up and down at him. "Secondly, I'm hiding them from myself. If they were anywhere else, I would consume the entire bag in seconds."

  "Fair enough. Want to take a shower? I realize that day I asked you to, we never made it that far."

  My heart fluttered remembering that romp. "We didn't...that's because you can't keep your paws off of me."

  "And you can't keep your pussy off of my knob.'"

  "Jesus Christ of Nazareth," I gasped, but I have to admit, I loved the playfully arrogant side of Heath as much as I loved his tender side.

  He grinned. "Shall we?" He smirked like the gorgeous devil he is.

  "Let's go," I grunted out as I sat up. I gave him my hand and helped him off the floor, which immediately made me recall the circumstances of our first kiss and made me smile. "This floor is a mess. Are they going to charge for that?"

  "No because you're going to clean it up. Didn't I tell you that before you made this mess?" he winked.

  "This is all your fault! As usual, you dragged me into your bad behavior."

  "I love turning you to the dark side, what can I say?"

  I lead him by the hand to the shower.

  "Sadie?"

  "Yes..."

  "How many calories do you think that whole thing just cost us?" he asked sincerely.

  Fucking models.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

  The next morning, we found a small cafe for breakfast before heading to the airport. I was no longer able to keep up the emotional fort around me, Heath had finally disassembled the wall I thought I had so flawlessly erected. He was my one-man wrecking crew. I couldn't imagine going back to the way things were: either stopping this affair altogether or just engaging in forbidden fucks only to then pretend like nothing had happened. Heath and I were a thing and I could no longer retreat like I had before, we had moved way past mental war games. I had to concede, I had to put all of my chips in. And dammit, even though I had promised myself that I would never again expose myself to potential devastation like Kenneth had put me through, I was so effin' excited!

  That being said, I'm not good at initiating that whole talking about my feelings thing, and it would be Heath, the shameless open book, who would bring up the conversation.

  Over some tartine, eggs, and coffee, Heath was the one to bring our "thing" up. "So...what are we going back to? You know how I feel."

  "I do?"

  "We spoke about this the other night. You know, gambling, Walt Whitman, etcetera."

  "Refresh my memory."

  "God, you are going to make this as painful as possible, aren't you?"

  "That's not the goal. I just need to know this is real because it feels like a dream. I'm in Paris for fuck's sake."

  He smirked and leaned forward, placing his arms on the table in front on him. "It's not a dream. We're just really that good together. I want to be with you and that's it. I don't want to see you with anyone else. I acted like...I acted the way I do...and I almost watched you walk away with that Wall Street tool."

  "He never had a chance."

  "Well, I don't want to risk it. I know I am a pain in the ass, but so are you."

  "How darling."

  "I wouldn't want it any other way. You challenge me and you get me. And you're home for me." I looked away, feeling shy by the openness of the conversation. "So what's it gonna be, my Ice Queen?"

  I looked up at him, locking my hazel eyes into his aqua blues. "You know what they say, go big, or go home." Heath smiled and it made me smile like we were mirroring each other's happiness. "I know I am ever the wet blanket, but what about our working arrangement? Are you comfortable with that?"

  "You keep feeding me like that and I will pay you forever," he winked. "Seriously though, let's just keep going just as we had planned. But after September, I am firing you."

  "What?" The harshness of his delivery took me by total surprise.

  "No more cautiousness. You need to work for yourself. You're ready, stop working for assholes like me and Brock and get out there and use your talents."

  He was right, I needed to stop waiting: waiting for the moment when I suddenly felt experienced enough to write a proposal for a book deal or sign on with Mindy so she could help me expand my career. I needed to stop telling myself I would open up a restaurant with my trust someday. I needed to stop guarding myself
from possible failures in my career and my love life and just do shit now.

  "That sounds like a plan, but I'll need your referral."

  "Whatever you want as long as you show me those tittaays," he whispered across the table. That's my Heath!

  ***

  We made it back to Heath's place in the Hamptons mid-evening. The first thing I did upon my return was run over to my phone, which was now dead, and scoop it up.

  "Muah muah muah!" I kissed it several times.

  "That's a sickness. What you just did there with your phone is sick," Heath said. I immediately turned on my professional hat, determined not to let our thing put me in a position to slack off on my responsibilities, and looked in the fridge. It was barren.

  "I'm going to grab some stuff for tonight and tomorrow," I called out from the kitchen.

  "You don't have to. We just got back, you must be tired." He was treating me like his girlfriend, which was sweet, but he was paying me and I had a job to do.

  "No, I want to. It'll be quick, just so we have some basics in the fridge."

  "Whatever floats your boat." When I passed him on my way through the living room he was already on his laptop, presumably catching up on emails and the like. "Aren't you forgetting something?" he asked as I headed towards the front door.

  "What?" I whipped around and felt for my purse and keys.

  "I want to feel your lips on mine."

  "Usually that results in much more."

  "I promise, I'll be good," he said, pouting. I walked over to him and he pulled me on his lap. I tucked my chin under and laughed as he showered me with kisses. "How long do you think you'll be?"

  "Oh, an hour I guess maybe an hour and a half. You know I like to peruse the aisles and look for deals and such. I think I am going to stop at Walgreens. Remember? Customs made me throw out my $30 shampoo, those bastards."

  "Alright."

  The first thing I did upon entering my car was to hook my phone up to the car charger. It usually took a few minutes to turn back on when it had been drained completely like that. I blared the radio, feeling consumed with probably every happiness-inducing hormone known to man. "I Knew You Were Trouble" by Taylor Swift popped up on the radio and I jacked the volume up and sang it at the top of my lungs. I hit a red light and lost myself in the moment, pounding the steering wheel, eyes closed, belting out the words in my wobbly-pitched singing voice. A honk jolted me out of my personal concert and I looked over to see two teenage boys pantomiming me. I stepped on the gas to get out of that embarrassing situation as quickly as possible and made it to the lot of the grocery store in just a few minutes.