Page 77 of The Veiling

He shot Noah an angry glare before settling his gaze on me. “Isabelle,” he shook his head, “I love you so much and I tried to give you a normal night, but I don’t know what yournormaleven is. I watched you for a long time, yes, but I only paid attention toyou. And to be fair, you mostly went to work and back to your apartment.”

I giggled. “I appreciate you trying to do…this,” I pointed at the hotel, “for me, but baby, this is just—” I could not find the words.

My gaze trailed over to Noah, who had pulled a travel size bottle of spray sanitizer from his pocket and was misting his hands and suit. He even sprayed the soles of his shoes. I snickered, then turned back to Valentino. “Can I show you what normal is to me?”

“Please,” he sighed, “yes. Anything you want.”

I skipped over to Joseph, standing on my toes, whispering, “We need to go to Silver.”

“Are you sure?”

I nodded. “I want to go upstairs to Gold. Will one of you call ahead and let them know we’re coming?” I relaxed my posture, waiting for an answer.

“Of course.” He winked.

“Thank you, but we need to change first.”

Joseph smiled. “I know just the place.”

“Yes,” I agreed, knowing what he was thinking, “the penthouse.”

I grinned as I waltzed back to the car. Joseph followed, opening the door for me. I slid in. Valentino got in on the driver’s side. Taking my palm in his, he circled his thumb on the back of my hand.

“Care to tell me where you’re taking me?”

“What did you tell me on our first date when I asked you?”

“I didn’t tell you anything.” He chuckled. “I was too busy fighting my feelings for you and stared out the window.”

Playfully, I winked, then twisted the other way, doing exactly to him what he did to me the night he took me on the boat. He squeezed my hand several times, but I only grinned wider, taking in the evening view.

“Just go to the penthouse and from there it’s a surprise.”

Thirty-two minutes later, we came to a stop in front of our apartment building. Noah jumped out of the car in front of us and hurried to my side, opening the door. Valentino stepped out, looking up at the tall building. I walked to his side.

“Okay Isabelle, what game are you playing tonight?”

“No game. We’re just coming here to get ready.”

“Obviously, but I hate surprises.” He took my hand in his, escorted me into the building, through the lobby to the elevators. The moment the doors opened, he peeked back over his shoulder as we got in. “You two take the next.”

“But this is the one that goes to the penthouse,” Joseph sighed.

“Then wait until it comes back down, Joseph,” Valentino growled under his breath.

I wanted to offer them an apologetic glance, but Valentino blocked me. The moment the doors closed, a carnivorous smirk appeared on his face, and he grabbed me, walking me backwards into the mirrored wall.

His hands explored my breasts, stomach, hips, and mound, while his lips and tongue assaulted my mouth. He unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my bra. Hooking his fingers behind the fabric, he pulled it down, spilling my sensitive breasts out for his pleasure.

“I want to fuck you before we go to dinner.”

Sliding his palms down my body, he reached under my skirt, pressing against the outside of my lace thong. His fingers slipped underneath the fabric, and he dipped a digit inside. His minty breath brushed my neck as he stroked the sensitive wall of my center. I moaned louder when he added another and pushed himself against me.

“Why wait?”

He smiled against my skin. “I think Joseph might have a heart attack if I stop the elevator.” Removing his hand, he glided a finger into his mouth just as the elevator dinged and the door opened.

Arm around my lower back, he ushered me through the penthouse and up the stairs to the bedroom. “I’ll get your bags after I have my way with you.” He closed the door with his foot and lifted me.

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