Yes, Father. Of course.”

Once again, Father is going over details I already know inside and out, as if he doesn’t trust me. Which, okay, is a little fair. I’ve been careless in the past, but I never felt like I had direction or a reason to not be careless.

Yet with Sophie, all that’s changed. I finally understand what friends of mine have said about finding The One and how it’s just different when you find a special girl.

And you better fucking believe that Sophie is special. I want her in my life for a very long time and I’m going to do whatever I need to do to make that happen.

“Gabriel de Montmorency! Are you listening to me?” My father’s voice barks in anger and I curse inwardly that we’re on Skype and not a regular telephone call, because it means he can see that I was daydreaming. The contempt is plain on his face.

“I apologize, Father. I do. I promise you that I have all the details worked out. My assistant can email you the details for you to review.”

“Please do. We can’t afford any blunders. You know how important this painting is to your Mother.”

“I do, Father. I promise you everything will be perfect.”

He looks back at me, his face inscrutable as he stares back at me.

“Well, good. What?” Father looks at something away from his computer, then nods his head. “I must go now. Remember to have your assistant send me the details so that I can review them.”

We end our video call and I slump back in my chair, looking out at the view from my penthouse. I text my assistant to send the gala details to my Father, then pull up the picture Sophie sent me.

My cock instantly reacts to the sight of her in fancy lingerie. Her full breasts are perfectly cupped in exquisite lace and they taunt me with their perfection and beauty.

Fuuuck.

My hand instantly goes to my painfully hard cock. I expand the picture on my phone so I can see more detail of her breasts, as I starting pumping my cock. I imagine her breasts, free and above me as she rides my cock, her body vibrating with the pleasure I know that I can and will give her. What will she look like as she comes when we fuck? Images of her moaning, screaming, or coming quietly race through my mind, each one ratcheting up my desire and need for her.

An image of her circling her hips over mine, her arms above her head and holding her hair, pushes me over the edge and I come hard and fast, my breath jagged as my body twitches.

“Come outside with me. Just for a minute.” My voice is pleading, but I don’t care. Being vulnerable with Sophie is something that scares me, but I welcome it. I’ll do anything to be closer to her, and that includes opening myself up to her and showing her the effect she has on me.

Sophie looks over my shoulder and into the coffee shop. A strand of her hair falls out of the ponytail and I reach out to push it behind her ear.

“Oh,” she says, startled, reaching up and putting her hand over mine. “Thanks.”

“Please?”

“Just a sec.”

I watch her body sway as she walks over to talk to the woman she’s working with. Her co-worker glances at me, then smiles at Sophie and pushes her back toward me.

“Okay. I have, like, three minutes. Our boss should be back soon and we’re busy enough that he’ll chew me out if he catches me taking an extra break.”

I grab her hand and we practically run out of the coffee shop, then walk over to a tree a short distance away. My heart is jumping in my chest just to be close to Sophie again.

“I had to see you.” I pull Sophie into a long kiss. She parts her lips and her tongue dances with mine. “You do something to me, something special. I need you.”

Sophie giggles in my arms, her arms hugging me tightly. The softness of her breasts pressed against my chest has my mind racing through my fantasies again and my cock is instantly hard again.

“You do something to me, too. I like you a lot, you know.”

“Good.” I pull her into another kiss, my hand sliding down her back and cupping her ass. Sophie responds by pushing her curvy body against mine and hugging me even tighter.

Fuck. I kiss her more deeply, cursing the clothing barrier between us. I love this woman.

“Sophie—”

“Sophie Benjamin!” Sophie’s boss is standing five feet away from us, his face red with fury as he roars at me. “Get back to work this second! You’ve got three tables waiting and Maggie is slammed! How dare you think you can sneak off for a break? Get back to work NOW!”

Sophie’s body goes rigid and she pushes me away, mouthing ‘sorry’ as she does.

“Come see me when you finish work, yes?”

“Definitely!” Sophie pauses for a moment, then kisses me quickly on the lips. Her boss glares at her and then at me.

I need to get her away from this job. I’ll set her up with the finest studio any artist could want and share my life of privilege and luxury with her. What good is my fortune if I can’t share it with the woman I love?

I will give Sophie the world.