Page 28 of Desperate Valentine

Before my skin starts turning wrinkly and water logged, I pull the plug and allow the water to leave the tub before turning the shower on to rinse myself off.

The bathroom was sure warmer than the rest of the house, because the second I walk out of the bathroom, I start to shiver.

I grab my clothes out of the bag I brought with me and slip into a baggy T-shirt, followed by some booty shorts, not bothering to slip on any panties.

“You have one hell of an ass,” Jude pipes up, suddenly standing right behind me as I pull my shorts up the rest of the way.

“How did you sneak up on me so quick?” I tease, turning around to face him.

“It’s literally my job.” He reaches his hand out, securing it around my throat playfully. “Catching people off guard before I watch the life drain from their eyes.” He squeezes tighter, pulling me into him before taking my bottom lip between his teeth.

“Mmm…” I groan as he pushes me into the wall.

“If I didn’t have food cooking right now, I’d fuck you again right here.”

“I’m so sore,” I whimper, my clit throbbing painfully.

“Oh really?” He reaches down between my legs, barely grazing the outside of my shorts, but it’s enough to nearly bring me to my knees.

I can feel his cock hardening as he pushes his hips into me. “How are you hard again already?” I tease, bringing my hand down to grip him through his pants.

“I told you, I’m not done with you yet. As soon as your food settles, you’re mine again.” He groans, letting go of my throat and taking a few steps back.

He turns and walks back toward the kitchen after shooting me a playful wink.

The smell of pancakes finally hits me as I walk into the main room. If he has real maple syrup, he’s a fucking keeper.

“Butter on your pancakes?” he asks as I peek my head around the wall into the kitchen.

“Yes, please,” I reply, stepping up to the island to take a seat.

“Syrup?” He holds out a bottle and I smile when I see the label.

“Real maple syrup? I thought you were broke.” I chuckle.

His eyes narrow as he watches me pour the syrup onto my pancakes. “I won’t settle for the simulated shit.”

“Wise choice. I may have judged you if you didn’t have the real thing.”

I finish eating my pancakes and rinse my plate off in the sink. Somehow, without me hearing him, Jude slides up behind me, grabbing both my hips.

“Stop doing that!” I exclaim, shaken from the surprise invasion of my personal bubble.

“Doing what?” He brings his thumb up and rubs it along my lower lip. “I love seeing that lip quiver.”

I turn to face him, and he pins me to the counter. “I wanna show you something. Get some pants on.” He steps back and grins.

“Outside?” I ask.

“Yes, little leopard, outside.”

I head to the bathroom to throw on some pants and then meet him at the door. “Where are you taking me?”

“You’ll see,” he quickly replies, sliding his boots on.

I follow suit and reach for my jacket. I’m not a fan of outdoor adventures—especially in the winter. I’ve hated it since I was a kid. For years, I suffered with a skin condition that made me break out into hives whenever I was exposed to extremetemperatures. I’ve since outgrown it, but I’m not conditioned to the weather.

Jude takes me around the front of the house and into the backyard. It’s spacious and leads to a rather large section of evergreen trees at the back. I can only imagine how beautiful it must be in the summer.

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