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I snort out a laugh at that. “Yeah, right.”

“It’s true. You are. You’re the best.”

“Sounds like you need to go to a museum,” I say with a derisive laugh.

“No,” he says, shaking his head as he looks at me. “You need to be in a museum. I mean it, Mila. You’re incredible. Your work should be hanging in The Louvre. It probably will be one day.”

We turn back to the painting and I rest my head on his shoulder as we stare at it.

Three weeks of our hard work. Him standing there, me painting. It really feels like we’ve been through something together over the past three weeks. It probably would have taken two if we hadn’t stopped every half an hour or so to fool around and have sex.

“So, I guess this is over?” he asks with a sadness in his voice.

I sigh as I stare at his eyes in the painting. “Yeah. You’re free.”

He turns and looks at me. Those acrylic eyes are stunning in the painting, but the real things are breathtaking. They rip the air right out of my lungs every time they’re on me.

“I don’t want to be free,” he says, looking like he’s going to be sick. “I want to be with you forever, Mila. I’d chain myself to you if you’d let me.”

I laugh, but he’s not laughing.

“I love you, my pretty little Picasso. I adore you. Move in with me.”

“What?!”

“I’m serious. Move in with me. Marry me. Have children with me. Let’s do it all.”

“Are you… serious?”

He nods his head, looking more serious than I’ve ever seen anyone look before.

And then he drops to his knee.

“What are you doing?” I gasp in a panic as he takes my hand.

I know he doesn’t have a ring on him since he doesn’t have a stitch of clothing on. Unless he’s hidden it… never mind.

“Marry me, Mila. Make me the happiest man on the planet. Please be my wife.”

I don’t even have to think about it. It’s what I’ve been wanting since the moment I met him.

“Yes, Cole. I’ll marry you. I’ll happily be your wife.”

“And have a ton of babies?”

I grin. “How much is a ton?”

“Seven.”

“Seven?! How about two?”

“Five.”

“Three.”

“Four.”

“Three.”

He laughs. “I can live with three.”

Our mouths come together and then our hands start exploring and then we slide to the ground and he comes on top of me.

I lay back, relax, and enjoy the feeling that this isn’t the last time we’ll be doing this.

Not even close.

We’ll be doing this for the rest of our lives.

And soon we’ll be doing this as husband and wife.

“I better not be disappointed,” Peggy says as she sits in the middle of her vast ballroom in her gigantic mansion with a silk handkerchief wrapped around her eyes. “Remember, I ordered a magnum model, not a micro-dick model.”

“I think you’ll be happy,” I say as I step behind her and untie the handkerchief.

She gasps as it falls into her lap and she sees what I made for her.

“That’s a… What a…. Where did you…”

After a few starts and stops, Peggy just shuts her mouth and admires the painting in silence.

I’m a mess of nerves, even though I can tell she loves it.

I never take my eyes off of her as she gets up from her chair, slowly approaches the painting, and looks at it from every angle. She’s mesmerized by it.

“Even better than what I had in mind,” she says. “Where did you find this incredible specimen of a man?”

“He’s my fiancé.”

Her mouth drops as she whips her head around to stare at me in shock. “Mila,” she gasps. “I didn’t know you had it in you. Well done, girl.”

I can’t help but smile as I bounce up on my toes. “Thank you.”

“And this,” she says, pointing to Cole’s giant cock. “This is real?”

“Oh yeah,” I say. “Every inch.”

Her eyes drop down to my groin and she winces. “Good lord, dear. And you can still walk?”

I can feel my cheeks blushing, but thankfully she turns back to the painting, admiring it once again.

“It’s beautiful,” she says in a breathless tone. “That salary we arranged… We’re going to double it.”

I feel so happy that I might burst. “Really?”

“Yes,” she says as she admires Cole’s arms. “You absolutely deserve it.”

“Thank you!” I say, not knowing what to do.

“Very well,” she says dismissively. “You can run along now. Back to the real version of this strapping young man. I won’t keep you from him any longer. That would be cruel.”

I bite my bottom lip, trying to hide my smile as I back out of the room before she changes her mind. She’s standing there, staring up at the painting of my man and something tells me that she’s going to be there for a long time.

I slip out the door and practically run to my car, thrilled to tell Cole the good news and excited to see the real thing once again.


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