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Goldie put her feet on the ground and stood up right in front of me so I had to look up at her. She pushed my shoulder with her two little fingers and said, “Do you know what’s non-negotiable? My requirements if this is going to happen.”
I ground my teeth as I felt the control starting to slip away, once again. It was always like that with Goldie; I never truly had a firm grasp on it.
“Don’t tick your jaw at me; I can see it throbbing with uncertainty.” She poked the side of my face as she spoke. I couldn’t help but smile at how tough she was trying to be. “Ugh, and don’t smirk either, that’s more irritating.”
“Sorry,” I chuckled. “What are your requirements?”
She thought about it for a second, and then said, “I get to stay with Diego. No sex.”
“No sex,” I gulped, trying not to look desperate.
“That’s right, Mr. Demonic Devil in the bedroom, no sex.”
“Demonic Devil?” I asked with a quirked eyebrow that she quickly rubbed out with her two fingers.
“Don’t give me that eyebrow; you know exactly what I’m talking about.”
Swallowing hard, I said, “Fine, no sex.”
The smile that spread across her face would have been annoying, were she not so damn adorable. I hated succumbing to her, but damn, if she gave me that heart-melting smile every time, then I would be giving up more often.
“You have to talk about your feelings, you have to open up to me, and you have to trust me. I’m not saying I forgive you or that this is going to work, but I’m willing to give it a try if you don’t act so closed off to me. I can’t be shut out of your life anymore; I refuse to be. If you want to be with me, then I am requiring that every last part of you to be with me, not just half.”
I knew that was coming, and I was willing to be what she wanted. I was willing to open up my wounds again for her because I knew with her by my side, I would heal once again.
“You want all of me, little one? Then you’ll get it, but in good time. I promise you, you will get all of me.”
“Good,” she said, almost exasperated. “Um, I don’t have a phone, so call Diego to set up a date. Until then, take care.”
And with that, she walked away, leaving quite the fucking wake.
Chapter Twenty-Four
“Arrows”
GOLDIE
“That tickles,” Tootse squealed as she shifted to the side, making my paintbrush fly to her arm.
“Can you hold still, please? This will take forever if you don’t hold still.”
“I don’t understand why I had to be purple; I think pink would have better suited me,” Tootse complained, as she continued to wiggle.
“No one is going to know it’s you, and pink isn’t a Mardi Gras color. Just hold still.”
“Why did we agree to do this?” Tootse asked, as she looked over at Francy and Lyla, once again making my brush fly to the side.
Pressing my fingers against my forehead, I took a deep and calming breath, and then looked at Francy. “Can you please control your woman? For fuck’s sake! I’m trying to be an artist here.”
“If painting tits is being an artist, then damn, I want to be an artist too,” Francy shot back, as she walked over to Tootse and wrapped her arms around her waist and spoke into her ear. “Now, sweetie, can you just hold still for a little while longer while Lo finishes up painting those delectable breasts of yours?”
Tootse instantly relaxed into Francy’s embrace and nodded her head.
“You would think I was clamping her nipples off,” I mumbled, painting her breasts some more.
As I painted, Francy spoke into Tootse’s ear, trying to distract her from what I was doing. But, as she spoke, she rubbed her hands up and down Tootse’s stomach, making her nipples pucker to fucking bullets. A light moan escaped Tootse as I ran over her nipple, trying to coat it in paint.
“Oh, come on,” I said, pulling away. “I don’t want to be a part of your little sexual experiment right now. Just hold the fuck still, and Francy, step away, I don’t need Tootse orgasming.”
