Page 8 of Her Possessive Valentine

The only thing harder to look away from than her body is her sparkling blue eyes. Like two warm, inviting pools I’d love to dive in and never get out of. This woman is something else. She has to be.

I haven’t thought about work all night.

“Well, on behalf of the male species,” —I lean over and take one of her hands in both of mine— “let me be the one to apologize for our utter lack of sense.”

“You’re here, aren’t you?” She raises a brow. “Why would you apologize for them?”

“Because it’s taken this long for me to find you?” I’d pat myself on the back for how smooth that sounded if Hana wasn’t sitting right in front of me. Her cheeks turn a rosy pink, and she tries to cover it behind her hand, but I shake my head, and the hand stops short of her face. “Now, why would you want to hide something so beautiful?”

“Vance, stop.” There it is. That sultry tone she used on the phone. The high I’ve been chasing all night. “Otherwise, I’m going to do unspeakable things to you.” She waggles a finger at me from across the table.

I jump out of my chair, and my sudden stand makes her do the same. Wasn’t what I was expecting, but it’ll serve the same purpose.

“Like what?” I ask, wrapping a hand behind her neck and pulling her closer to me. “Something like this?”

Our lips meet, and church bells bang in my ears. It starts soft and gentle but quickly melts into a fiery embrace of passion and intensity to the point where I feel faint. My hands slither down her back while hers trail the grooves of my cut front.

She pulls away, far enough to speak but close enough that I can still feel her hot breath against my lips. “Worse. Much, much worse.”

Hana throws herself into me for another kiss. This time, neglecting any slow softness in favor of the blistering inferno.

I must’ve died and gone to heaven. It’s the only thing that makes sense for how well this is going.

But as much as it pains me to stop, I break away when Hana’s hands travel up my shirt and sink beneath my blazer’s lapels. She’s trying to shed my layers, and we can’t rush the festivities. There’s one more stop before this train can really start moving.

“Come with me.” I take her hand and lead her through my apartment, coming to a stop in front of my bedroom door.

“You know, you could’ve just carried me here, right?” She giggles, and her hand finds its way back into the front of my jacket. “While we were making out, preferably naked.”

I choke on a cough, finding it much harder to go through with my pause than the first time. I’ve pictured her naked a thousand times tonight. A thousand more since we met. And there’s little in this world I’d rather have than to see it in full.

Stay strong, Vance. You can do this.

I open my bedroom door, and like my apartment before, Hana’s eyes lock onto what waits inside.

“Said you could use one, so I made sure to have everything in order,” I say, walking her, hand in hand, toward a massage bed I bought especially for this. Like outside, rose petals line our walk over, and next to the bed is a wide offering of various lotions and oils in different scents and flavors.

“You did this for me?” she asks, astonishment flooding her voice.

Jeez, she really must’ve had some terrible luck with partners if every new thing she sees leaves her more shocked than the last.

Then let me be the one to make it all right.

“Would you think I was lying if I said it was for me?” I didn’t picture our first date turning so explosive, so in hindsight, a massage isn’t the most intimate thing on the table. But before I knew it, getting my hands all over Hana was my only goal.

Now, I get the best of both worlds.

“I wouldn’t.” She looks up at me with a playful pout on her lips. “How would you like me?”

“Naked,” I say without thinking. I wasn’t expecting the question, and my mouth answered honestly before my mind had time to process her question.

“Hardly seems fair,” she says, kicking one heel off and then the other. “Me, naked and vulnerable on a table while you’re still here dressed in a suit.”

“Want a repeat of what you saw this afternoon?” I tease as she spins around and looks at me over her shoulder. I grab the zipper on her dress and pull it down slowly as all the blood in my body starts pulsing straight into my cock.

“Yes.” Her answer doesn’t help. “Only this time, no clothes. And instead of a table away, right in front of me. So close I could kiss it.”

I throw my arms around her and latch on tightly to steady myself. The resulting friction, or at least that’s what I think it must be, makes her dress sink to the floor without resistance.

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