Page 17 of Her Jealous Valentine

“Are you going to say something?” Victor asks, but there isn’t a worried hint in his tone. Instead, his mouth starts moving along my bare collarbone. His kissing stops at my dress’s spaghetti strap, and he latches it between his teeth before pulling it off my shoulder like an animal.

He said it and meant it then.

Even better.

“I don’t know what to say,” I answer. Do I say it back? Is he going to believe me or think I’m just saying it back because it’s the right thing to do?

His mouth moving to my other shoulder to give that strap the same treatment as the first isn’t helping either. How am I supposed to contend with the feelings of lust spurred on by his valiant rescue and the overwhelming swarm of emotions those three little words smashed into my heart?

Stop overthinking it. Go with what your heart tells you.

It’s the first logical thought I’ve had in a while. And what my heart tells me is to keep working his belt, slowly pulling it through the hoops, undoing the top button of his trousers, and dropping them to the floor.

Following those actions drives Victor into the same wild state I saw him in the first night we made love. As soon as his boxers fall to the floor and his cock springs to life, he foregoes the tenderness of mouthing my strap and instead yanks it off with his hand. Both straps hook into the crooks of my elbows, and with a snarl that rumbles from deep within his chest, Victor tears my dress down the front of my body.

His hands immediately make their way behind me and latch onto my bra. With expert precision, Victor unfastens it and exposes my breasts. As they bounce free from their confines, he licks his lips hungrily, and his neck snaps forward to consume his feast.

My neck snaps to the ceiling while his hands trail the length of my body. Slow at first, but as they near the waistline of my panties, they start snatching at the material in a frenzy.

Once he’s stripped me of all my clothes, I return the favor, pulling his jacket off and pooling it into a ball on the waiting room chair next to me. With his pants gone and his shirt hanging loose, his cock disappears into the white cotton. It doesn’twrestle the confines of new bonds long before I grab one side of his shirt in each hand and tear it apart, making buttons explode from his shirt and scatter across the floor.

Naked and exposed, Victor hoists me off my perch, and I wrap my legs around his waist as I had the first glorious night we shared together. This time, nothing’s getting in the way of his throbbing hood as it creeps its way closer to my pussy. It glides between my folds as he brings his face to mine, and we kiss.

While we lose ourselves in this fiery embrace, Victor starts walking us over to my desk. He sets my ass down on the tallest point, which just so happens to be the perfect height for his manhood to have easy access to its new favorite place.

“This is so fucking hot,” I murmur, only now realizing that we’re still in my office. The scandalous notion of having sex in the workplace has always been a delightful thought, but I never believed I’d actually go through with it.

With Victor, I don’t have the patience to wait. This all but confirms it. When I want him, I have to have him, no matter the consequences.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Victor says, pressing his lips to my neck before they make their descent to my breasts.

I slide my hands down the hollow space between our bodies and grab the base of his cock. It’s poking and prodding around my wetness, trying to find its way inside, and I’m going to help it.

While Victor slips my nipple into his mouth, I do the same with his magnificent member. Fulfilling my filthy desires, the tip breaches my entrance, and I jerk at the intense fullness he brings me.

But with it, I find my heart giving me a new instruction. I wait for the perfect time to speak, allowing Victor to plant his flag deep inside me. Once he’s buried to the hilt, and my mind erupts from the euphoria and ecstasy of feeling him inside of me, I finally say, “I fucking love you.”

“I know. Have since the very first day.” His chuffed, confident grin is so freaking hot. But he doesn’t give me a moment to bask in both admitting my love or the boyish look on his face before he slams a hard thrust into me.

It’s followed by another, then a third until the slow, steady motion of his hips is fully replaced by intense pounding that makes me squeal and moan.

As the stirring of climax mounts its undeniable position in my core, I repeat the words.I love you. Whispering them, screaming them, just saying them over and over as the sweet warmth of release courses through every inch of my body.

Somewhere between it, Victor howls his own intentions to come. But between my heart thumping in my ears and my own exalted expressions of love, I don’t hear him until we both collapse over my desk, lying awkwardly off the back with Victor’s weight pressing down on my soon-to-be swollen belly.

We laugh together as his hand finds my cheek. He uses it to guide my eyes to meet his.

“Marry me,” he says, gliding his thumb over my cheek. “Be mine, forever.”

I can’t even get a word out before my high-pitched squeal of excitement shatters Victor’s ears. I’m not even shocked that he’s asking me to marry him here, hunched and uncomfortable overmy desk. Could there even be a more poetic beginning to the rest of our lives?

After all, is there any better place to pop the question than where it all started?

“Yes. Fuck yes. A thousand times, yes,” I manage to get out as the hot sting of tears threatens my eyelids.

EPILOGUE

VICTOR

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