Page 55 of Secret Baby for my Off-Limits Fiancé

Valentino doesn’t answer.

Instead, his gaze devours me.

The intensity in his eyes steals the breath from my lungs.

Then, before I can second-guess myself, before logic can snap me back to reality, we collide.

His lips crash against mine, stealing every ounce of hesitation I had left.

His grip on my waist is possessive, his hands pulling me flush against him like I’m the only thing keeping him grounded.

My fingers tangle in his hair, nails grazing his scalp, and he groans against my mouth, a deep, primal sound that makes my body burn hotter.

We stumble toward the bed, but just as his strong arms press me down onto the mattress, I flip the script.

With a swift move, I push against his chest, forcing him onto his back instead.

Valentino blinks up at me, a surprised grin curving his lips.

“Oh?” His voice drips with amusement, but also something darker, a glint of curiosity, of hunger. “Feeling bold tonight?”

I smirk, straddling him, my hands trailing slowly over his chest. “Just thought I’d take control for a change.”

His smirk fades as his gaze darkens, heat sparking behind his molten chocolate brown eyes. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.”

I lean forward, brushing my lips against his without fully kissing him, my breath ghosting over his jaw. “Then show me.”

His hands grip my hips, his fingers digging into the fabric of my dress, but instead of rushing to strip me bare, he suddenly stills.

“I want to see you take it off.” His command is low, hoarse, laced with something raw and desperate, thick with need.

I swallow, my pulse thrumming wildly.

Slowly, I slide off him and stand at the edge of the bed.

The room is so quiet that I can hear my own breathing, hear the way his breath hitches as I reach for the straps of my dress.

“You know…” I murmur, running my hands deliberately slowly down my sides, savoring the way his stormy gaze tracks every single movement. “I really do like this dress.”

Valentino’s jaw tenses.

“So do I. That’s why I haven’t ripped it off you yet.”

My cheeks burn, but I’m past the point of acting shy now.

I first give him a little tease, playing with the straps of my dress, but not fully taking them off.

The way that his eyes are fixed on me makes me feel like I’m the only person in the world. And instead of making me nervous, it instills a confidence in me that I’ve never had before.

He makes me feel sexy.

I slide my hand up my thigh, still over my dress and then twirl so that he can get a view of my ass still inside this dress. I bend over and make it a point to come back up as slowly as I possibly can.

“Shit,” he groans, causing a smirk to form on my face.

I push him gently onto the bed, making him lie back, his eyes dark with desire.

With deliberate slowness, I straddle his waist, my dress riding up exposing my lace-covered thighs.

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