Page 12 of Desperate Valentine

“It’s not trust fund money, asshole. It’s half of my emergency savings. This stubborn brat has been saving money since she was twelve.”

“Just forget it, please.” I can hear the desperation in his tone.

“Fine. I am going to bring it up again though, because I have to repay you somehow,” I stubbornly add.

He makes a sudden turn into a driveway, parking the truck beside a large cabin.

“I don’t want yourmoney, princess,” he says, smirking as he steps out of the truck.

As the words leave his mouth, the tone of his voice alone sends shivers down my spine.

I’m pretty sure I know what he meant by that, and I’m not opposed to the idea of giving him exactly what he wants.

A good, hard fuck might do us both some good right about now.

Chapter 4

As soon as wewalk in, I gasp. Everything is so—perfect.

“Holy shit,” I whisper as I gaze around the room.

“It looks better on the inside than it does on the outside.” He grins, slowly taking his jacket off and hanging it up on the wall.

“It’s stunning…” I focus in on the island in the kitchen. It’s clearly hand-crafted and is like nothing I’ve ever laid eyes on before.

It must have taken months to make it.

“I can show you to the guest room,” he says, pointing toward the hallway to our right.

I nod my head, a little disappointed that he wants me distanced already. I’m sure offering him money didn’t help. Men don’t like to seem desperate.

None of us do, really.

We walk down a hallway and he shows me the bathroom which is directly across from the guest room. “Make yourselfcomfortable. I have extra blankets if you think you’ll be cold,” he says, allowing me to walk into the room ahead of him.

“I think this is fine. It’s actually quite cozy in here.” I place my bag on the bed and sit down to test out the comfort.

“The remote to the T.V is in the drawer. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen. I’m gonna hit the shower and wind down for the night.” With that, he turns and walks out of the room, leaving me alone with my less-than-appropriate thoughts about what he might look like completely naked with water running over his delectable body.

Once I’m settled under the covers, I toss and turn to find the right position to sleep, but I’m restless. Only one way to fix that.

I slide one hand under my panties, moaning when my finger grazes over my sensitive clit. I start to imagine what it would be like to have Jude’s hands all over me. Judging by his arrogant attitude, I’ll bet he fucks like an animal.

That’s exactly what I need right now, but there’s no fucking way I’m making the first move. I don’t handle rejection very well.

The more I picture him, the faster I circle my finger around my clit, bringing myself so close to an orgasm that I almost feel guilty for it. We just met and here I am, getting myself off in his guest room to the thoughts of having him all over me.

It’s not like he’ll find out.

Just another dirty little secret I get to keep.

I keep a steady rhythm, squeezing my breast at the same time to heighten the pleasure. Just as I’m about to let go and allow myself to cum, I hear something right outside the door, quickly followed by a slight knock and a click of the door handle.

“Shit! Hold on a sec—”

If only he had listened. Instead, he walks right in holding a folded blanket.

He stops right at the end of the bed, grinning as he tosses the blanket down.

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