Page 6 of Her Jealous Valentine

“Then you’re in luck because it’s all yours. I’m stuffed.” I pat my belly with the words.

The only moist treat I’m interested in is between her legs.

“I’ve got a better idea.” Olivia turns her attention to Tony and waves him over to us. “How about we take this to go?”

“And then what?” I raise a brow.

I could hazard a guess, but I really don’t want to get my hopes up.

“You’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you?” She snickers to herself, but her deep blue eyes betray the mystery she’s trying to convey.

Before I know it, the bill’s paid, and we’re walking arm-in-arm back to my car. Ten minutes later, we’re outside Olivia’s apartment building.

As is standard, when driving with any woman, I open Olivia’s door and offer my hand to help her out of the passenger seat. She accepts it with a goofy smile that screams she hasn’t experienced this gesture I find so normal before.

“My, my, aren’t you a gentleman?” she teases but refuses to let go of my hand when she’s out.

“What can I say? I was raised right.” My entire body feels like a coil spring tightening to the point of explosion. All I’ve wanted to do since the second I saw her this morning is throw myself into her for a kiss. Get lost in her scent, her touch.

Fuck, just lost in Olivia completely.

Instead, since this is uncharted territory for me, I wrap my arms around Olivia’s shoulders and pull her into a hug.

Sure, I’ve had sex before—a few meaningless one-night stands that had no real chance of going anywhere—but I’ve never been in the company of someone I can see a life with.

Olivia slides her arms around my waist and squeezes me tightly.

“I’ve had a lovely time with you, Olivia,” I say when my thoughts turn fromTake it slowtoLose control. Take her. Claim her. Make her yours. NOW!

If I don’t head out soon, I won’t be turning back at all.

“You’re not getting away from me this easily,” Olivia says sheepishly as she slowly peels her body away from mine. I hate how cold it feels without her against me. “And anyway, you’ve treated me to a nice night out. The least I can do in return is offer you a nightcap.”

“Is that right?” How can I decline, even knowing that if I say yes to this, there’s no going back for me? No matter what actually happens up there, she’s going to hook me, like she did that poor fucker who traveled across the world for her.

And even if I wanted to, I could never say no. I never want this night to end, let alone from my own foolish decisions.

“It is. So, what do you say?” She stares up at me with a puppy-dog pout.

“I hope you have whiskey because I don’t think coffee’s gonna cut it,” I answer with a joke as the spring inside coils tighter and tighter.

4

OLIVIA

After the obligatory “Make yourself at home while I slip into something more comfortable,” I head into my bedroom and scrounge through my drawers for the best outfit I can wear for the rest of our evening together.

Ten minutes of hunting culminates in three sets of lingerie—one black, one blue, and a final in green—scattered across my bed. Though they’re all good in their own right, none of them fit the vibe of what I’m going for tonight.

Hell, I don’t even know what I really want. So, instead of choosing any of the three, I toss them back into my drawer and grab a silky red kimono. I tighten it around my body and slowly tiptoe my way through the hallway and back to Victor.

“Holy fuck.” Victor stands in the kitchen, where I catch him mid-sip on a bottle of water he must’ve grabbed from the fridge. And this is why I love open-plan houses. It wouldn’t matter if he were in the kitchen, dining or living room, he’d get a full view of what I’m putting on show.

“Like it?” I extend my arms and do a little spin for him to get a view of everything. “Since you were undressing me with those pretty eyes of yours all night, I thought I’d save you the trouble now that we’re here.”

The kimono is big enough to cover everything important but too small to leave anything to the imagination. The front barely covers my breasts, showing off my cleavage way better than the dress I had on earlier. In length, it barely covers my thighs down to my knees.

If I were to bend over, Victor would see everything that’s waiting for him underneath. My warm, wet center screaming for his touch.

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