Black Ties and White Lies(116)

The expensive drawing materials rattle as his hips move faster. I moan, my nails digging into his skin.

Beck grabs me by the throat, his fingers wrapping underneath my chin as he reminds me that there’s no way I could ever be anyone else’s. His lips crash against mine. My tongue eagerly meets his as we can’t get enough of each other.

My hands scratch and scrape at him, trying to pull him closer to me even though it’s impossible. We’re as close as we can get. He possessively squeezes my throat while his lips work tenderly against mine. It takes no time for an orgasm to build all over again. His grip on me loosens by a bit, my head falling back in ecstasy as the pressure begins to build even more.

A loud clatter rings out next to us. I briefly glance over, noticing a paint bottle knocked over, its contents spilling out over the table. “Beck, my supplies…” I say before a moan overtakes my body.

It’s as if he knows how close I am. He pushes even deeper inside me, knowing how much I love it when he pushes so deeply it hurts. “I don’t give a fuck,” he says against the hollow. “I’ll buy fucking new ones. Scream my name for me, baby.”

I do exactly as I’m told. His name echoes off the walls as the both of us finish. He slows his hips, pumping in and out of me until he stops moving. My head falls to his shoulder as I catch my breath.

I love how Beck can fuck me and make love to me at the same time. My legs tremble from the orgasm as I still ride out the aftershock of it.

Beck’s hand reaches up to push the hair that’d fallen into my face. He looks at me with so much love and adoration. His eyes say so much without saying a thing at all.

I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life being looked at the way Beckham looks at me.

His thumb brushes over my cheek. “Have I ever told you I loved you?”

I smile, resting my forehead against his. “Maybe. But you could say it again.”

“I love you, Margo Moretti. I love you so fucking much that you drive me absolutely wild.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” I admit.

“Good. Because I don’t plan on stopping.”

My eyes flick to the canvas to the side of us. “Hey Beck?”

“Yes?”

“I love you so much my entire future looks like you.”

His sigh of relief hurts my heart a little. I hate that he’s spent so long wondering if I’d ever love him, or if I’d ever feel anything for him. I’m going to spend every day for the rest of my life proving my love for him. It’s what he deserves, and I can’t wait to do it.

“Does that mean you’re still going to be Mrs. Sinclair one day?”

I smile, pressing a kiss to his lips. I’m ready to wear his ring on my finger again—for the world to know that my heart will never belong to anybody else. “I better fucking be.”





I look at the crowd of people waiting outside in awe. There’s a line outside of the building, and the doors don’t even open for another hour.

I hold the bouquet of flowers to my chest as I walk toward the back entrance of the gallery. It’s been hours since I’ve seen Margo—longer than I preferred. She’s been caught up preparing for the event happening tonight, and I let her have her moment. But once this show is over and she’s no longer preoccupied, I’m going to keep her locked in our bedroom for days so I can make up for lost time.

The security guard waves me in, my face familiar from the many times I’ve stopped by since Margo and Camden came to an agreement for showcasing her work.

At first, it started with one piece of art. It didn’t take long until Camden was fielding calls on when there’d be more pieces by this new to the scene artist. He’d called in the friend card, begging me to ask Margo if she’d complete pieces sooner so they could get an entire showcase on the books.

She didn’t take it well at first. Probably because I fired her.

I smile at the people on the first floor of the gallery, all of them setting up a welcome area for the party tonight. The event was supposed to be exclusive to the VIP members, but Margo kept pushing Camden to somehow make it available to the public.

He eventually agreed. My girl is persistent like that. VIP members will be able to look for an hour before waves of people from the line outside will be let in. Margo’s been a nervous wreck for days, terrified no one will want to buy her art.

She doesn’t know she’s already had her first buyer—me.

When I make it to the second floor, I stop in my tracks when I spot her.

Margo Moretti.

The woman who has been the object of my desire for years.

She hasn’t noticed me yet, giving me the perfect opportunity to watch the woman I’m compulsively in love with. I knew the moment she came back into my life at The Hamptons house that I’d do whatever it took to make her mine. While my methods were rather unconventional, I can’t regret a single one of my choices. Who knew what would’ve happened if she actually did pick up my phone calls. If I didn’t have to resort to leaking information about my dating history and forcing myself into her life as her boss, I don’t know if we’d be where we are now. And I’m more than fucking thrilled how everything turned out.

Margo has her dark hair slicked back. Her normal curls are nowhere to be seen, instead she’s styled her hair perfectly straight. It’s not a hairstyle I see her do often, but it doesn’t matter to me what she does to it. She’s breathtakingly beautiful no matter what.