Faking It With a Billionaire || MaAn

Chapter 58 | Anupama

"I've been waiting so god damn long for you to say that." Anuj pulls away only far enough to get the words out. They're said against my lips as his deep eyes stare at me with so much love, I have no idea how I never noticed it before. It's something I'll never miss, or take advantage of, ever again.

"So, you like the piece?" I wrap my arms around his neck, needing to pull him closer to my body. It's only been a few days that we've been apart, but they dragged on miserably without me being able to touch him like this. If I didn't have the distraction of getting the job with Camden and finding this studio, I don't know how I would've spent the miserable minutes without him.

Never again. I promise myself. I know there's times where we're bound to be apart. He owns a jet for a reason. He has to travel a lot, but I'll make sure he calls me any chance he has. Or at least that I'll still get dirty emails from his company email while he's away.

I just know I never want to go days without speaking to him again. It allowed me the clarity I needed to know how deeply I was in love with him, but I never need that space again.

Anuj continues to pepper kisses over my jaw, my neck, my throat. He slides his work shirt off my shoulder, biting down on the tender flesh of my shoulder. I laugh, my fingers clutching the fabric of the shirt he wears.

"Anuj," I scold. "You didn't answer me if you liked it."

His fingers are quick at unbuttoning the shirt of his I wear. "I love you baby, but the question is a little unnecessary."

I frown, my back arching on its own accord as his hands push open the button up and run down the bare skin of my side. "How so?"

He takes a step back, leaving me to stand in front of the desk alone. It feels cold without his touch. "Because of course I fucking love it. In fact, if I wasn't so fucking proud of you for getting into the best gallery in New York, I'd say fuck Camden and selfishly keep the art for myself."

My eyes narrow at him as he smirks back at me. "What?" he asks, feigning innocence. "I'm selfish, Violet. You know this."

"It's going on display." I take a step backwards, propping my hip against the desk.

He takes a step toward me. And then another, all while keeping that cocky grin I'm so damn in love with on his perfect lips. "Yes it is. And I'll be the first damn person in line to see it."

Anuj closes the distance between us. He reaches up to open the button up, revealing my bare breasts.

"If I learn that Hugo saw you wearing this, I might fucking kill him," he notes. He traces his knuckle up my ribcage with the lightest of touches, causing my skin to prickle with desire.

"I haven't seen another human in a day," I answer honestly. "I don't even know what time it is. I locked myself away in here, only coming out to take care of my basic needs."

His hot breath hits my neck as his hands find my hips. He lifts me effortlessly, setting me on the corner of the desk. He picks up the canvas and sets it carefully to the side, all while keeping his lust-filled eyes pinned on me.

Anuj pushes my thighs open, focusing on my center. He runs his fingertip over the fabric of my panties. "Speaking of needs." His voice is like gravel, it is muddled with passion. "Did you take care of yourself, baby? Or do you need me?"