Page 51 of The Veiling

He smiled the priceless grin I fell so hard for.

“Is that okay?”

“It’s perfect, bella.”

I lifted my brows, noticing movement at the bottom of the screen. The blankets were moving back and forth slowly. “Are you jerking off while I’m talking about our wedding?”

“Do you have a problem with that?”

I shook my head. “Not at all.”

“Good. Then you should get comfortable and cum with me before I have to sleep.”

I lowered my hand, slipping it inside my panties.

“Are you wearing my favorite?”

“Black lace thong.” I pointed the phone down for a second so he could get a glimpse.

“Perfect.” He smirked. “Massage your clit, then push your fingers deep inside your pussy.”

Obeying, I slid them deep inside my wet center, moaning. “It feels so good.”

“I love watching your face when I make you pleasure yourself.”

“I wish it was you.”

“I know, amore.” He smiled, stroking himself faster. “You always prefer the real thing.”

“Mmhmm.” I closed my eyes, imagining him on top of me. “That’s your…fault for being…so fucking good.”

“Look me in the eyes, bella.”

My eyes sprung open.

“Wipe your fingers on your nipple and lick it off.”

Removing my hand from my dripping core, I aimed the camera at my chest. I took my nipple between my fingertips, smearing the glistening juice around. Cupping my delicate breast in my hand, I lifted it to my mouth. Tongue dancing around, I teased my nipple for Valentino’s pleasure.

Watching his aroused gaze narrow on me turned me on more than anything. He was getting close. I could tell. I released my breast, then plunged my fingers back into my pussy, massaging my clit with my thumb.

“Damn, Isabelle.” He muttered in a deep growl. “You’re fucking killing me. Cum for me, baby.”

“Yes, sir.” My eyes rolled back, my toes curled, and I unraveled as he and I came together.

He moaned my name followed by several Italian phrases I wish badly I could have understood, but the mysteriousness of them made them somehow sexy. They were words he had never used in the bedroom before tonight.

I collapsed, panting as I came down off myValentino high. He did not travel without me too often, but when he did, moments like this were special. I cherished every second we spent together, even if it was on the phone. Sometimes when he worked late in the office, he would call me too, even if just downstairs.

Tonight, we talked a little while longer while I cleaned myself. Not once did he bring up Felipe or Jesse again, and I did not want to be the one to stress him out further about it.

That night, I could not sleep. I tossed and turned in bed, knowing she would kill me when I told her what I had decided about Felipe. When we spoke, I debated telling her then. However, she looked so perfect in bed, and I did not want to ruin any spare time I had with her.

Throwing the blankets back, I slipped off the bed and slid on a pair of black track pants. I scuffed across the room and quietly opened the door so as not to alarm anyone else in the house. Right now, I just wanted to be alone. I crept down the hallway from the master bedroom to the kitchen to get a glass of… anything.

Remembering there was a bar with a great selection of liquor, I sauntered down another corridor toward the back of the house. A gorgeous view of the pool outside reflected a blue hue through a wall of windows as I entered the room. I huffed at the sight of my brother and William sitting in a couple of black and gold contemporary square armchairs. They were sipping on whatever whiskey they had taken from Miguel’s elaborate stash.

“Welcome to the insomnia party.” William lifted a hand.

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