Chapter 5

The velvet bench was soft beneath my back, the fabric cool against my heated skin. My dress was bunched around my waist, my panties discarded somewhere on the floor, and his mouth was doing things that made my toes curl against the polished concrete. The private viewing room felt like a sanctuary, sealed off from the rest of the gallery, from the world, from every obligation that waited outside. The single painting on the wall seemed to glow in the amber light, a silent witness to our intimacy. He lifted his head, his lips glistening, his eyes dark with desire. "You taste even better than I imagined, sweetheart." I reached for him, pulling him up until he was hovering over me. "I need you, Daddy. All of you." He kissed me, letting me taste myself on his lips, and I moaned into his mouth. His hands worked at his belt, the metallic clink of the buckle loud in the quiet room. He stood up just long enough to shed his suit jacket and unbutton his shirt, the fabric sliding off his shoulders to reveal the broad expanse of his chest, the dusting of gray hair, the muscles that still held