Page 8 of Her Jealous Valentine

And like a homing missile, his cock finds its way straight to my aching pussy.

“Are you going to give it to me?” I mewl, grinding slowly against his stiff rod.

How he’s managed to hold himself back this long is astounding. I’m weak-kneed, come-hungry, and soaking wet for him. Feeling him inside me is the only thing I can think about. Victor, on the other hand, hasn’t even taken off his jacket.

“Not tonight.” His anguish in holding back is evident in his words, and he tries to break some of the tension with a chest-shaking sigh. “I don’t want to rush this. When I have you, I want all of you. Head to toe, you’ll be mine.”

Victor cups my cheek and runs his thumb across my lips, his swirling gold eyes lingering on them a moment before he pulls me tightly in his arms.

“Do you understand?” he asks in a husky whisper. “This is not a one-time thing. When you give yourself to me, it will be forever.”

I nod, still reeling from the wild experience we’ve shared so far. Yes. A thousand times, yes.

If this is what he needs, then tonight, the butterflies in my tummy will keep me company.

“But don’t think you’re getting off this easy next time.” I bring it back to the playfulness we’ve shared all night so far. “Because I’m taking what I want, Victor, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

I buck my hips one more time, stealing a final touch of his manhood against my pussy. Glum as I may be to let it go, I want to scream out of excitement for what the future holds.

5

VICTOR

I’ve never been the kind of person to rush into anything. Before I bought my Bentley, I drove the same BMW for fifteen years until it fell apart. But when it comes to Olivia, I’ve lost my ability to reason. Logic is out the window, and she’s become my all-consuming drug.

All I need is one more hit. One more taste. Then I’ll quit, I promise.

Every junkie’s famous last words. Now I can happily count myself as one of them.

In the two days we’ve been apart, I haven’t gotten her off my mind. If it stopped at thinking, I wouldn’t be so worried. But for the first time in my life, I’m glued to my cellphone, waiting for her response to my text messages, often doing so when I’m supposed to be working.

Like now, while I’m standing outside La Superiorite’s American head office.

“You doing alright, Vic? Looks like you’ve seen a ghost,” Vance asks, giving me a firm slap on the shoulder to snap me back to reality.

“I’m good.”

It’s not a ghost that caught my attention.

She’s a fucking angel.

“Are you ready for this?” He adjusts the top button of his blazer and pats down the front to ensure he looks his best. As the face of the Valentine corporation, Vance always looks his best. Today is no exception. A fancy suit, neat new haircut, and cleanly shaven face, Vance looks ready to conquer the world, let alone this meeting.

Bzzt. Bzzt.

Another text from Olivia.

“It’s your meeting, brother. I’m just here for support,” I answer, sliding my hand into my pocket to grab my phone. If I’m sneaky about it, I can respond before we’ve made it through the lobby.

We start walking, and I scan my phone.

Olivia:Guess what I’m thinking about?

Put your phone away.Leave it in your pocket and pretend you didn’t just read that. You cannot walk into this meeting with your mind racing for an answer or, worse, a rock-solid cock.

“Yeah, but it’s your contract.” Vance sounds nervous. If Olivia had never happened upon my path, I’m sure I would’ve been too.

But after spending time with someone who’s so far removed from my world, I guess Mother’s words have finally sunk in. Happiness isn’t hinged on one successful meeting after the next. Slow down, enjoy the little things.

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