Page 14 of Timeless Valentine

Every moment combines to form a vortex of bliss. The way he knows exactly what I need before I do. The way he calls me sweetheart. The way he is so focused on giving me everything I need.

As I stare down into those stunning blue eyes, the realization hits me seconds before my climax. This is definitely not just dating for him. This isn't a relationship where we cruise along and see how things go.

Leo is falling in love with me. And I'm already close, far too close, to falling in love with him.

My fingers grip the sides of his hair, holding him tight against me as my shoulders kick forward, thighs tightening around him, the climax pulsing around and through me. The force of all of these feelings knock me back against the pillow and I simply lie there, panting, helpless, and drained.

"That was so beautiful to watch," he murmurs, kissing his way slowly back up to my lips.

Wow, he was right about that relaxing me. Every single stress and tension has been completely burned away from the force of his passion.

"What time do you need to be at the library?" he murmurs, gently caressing my stomach.

"Nine."

Leo gives me a long, slow kiss, then begins tucking me under the covers. "I'll be here at eight-thirty with coffee. Sleep well, Grace." He turns to leave, then leans in for one last, lingering kiss. "Will the door lock behind me?"

"Yes."

"Good. Sweet dreams, my lovely girl."

"Goodnight."

I drift off almost immediately, my mind filled with the sweet memory of Leo calling me his girl.

Messing with my carefully constructed schedule is a huge risk. I can only hope that these growing feelings are worth rocking the boat for.

8

LEO

Ibarely have time to stop the car in front of Grace's building before she jumps in. "You're always early, aren't you?" I chuckle, leaning over to give her a kiss.

"Of course. If you're consistently five minutes early, then people will forgive the one time you're three minutes late. They won't think you're a flake, they'll know that something happened."

She shrugs sheepishly. "When you're always juggling several different bosses and erratic timetables, not being considered a flake is important."

I hand her a coffee before pulling into traffic. "I could imagine, yes."

I actually can't imagine. Every position I've ever had was a straight nine to five office job, where no one ever batted an eyelash if I came in late or left early, as long as I got the work done.

The thought of my sweet girl dealing with finicky bosses and micromanagers fills me with more anger and distress than I would have expected. It isn't fair that my life has been so easy, and hers has been so rough.

As we pull up to the library, I ask, "What time can I pick you up for our Festival of Chores?"

Grace laughs. "I'm done at one."

"I'll be here."

During her shift, I hit the gym, then go back to my house for a quick shower, making sure my laptop is fully charged.

Grace rushes out of the library at five past one, where I'm waiting in front of her door to open it for her.

"I'm sorry," she says, flustered. "I had to help Mrs. James with something and it went a bit late."

Wrapping an arm around her waist, I silence her with a gentle kiss. "Baby, I'll always wait for you. Five minutes is nothing. Half an hour… Maybe send me a text. But I'm always happy to adjust to your schedule. Okay?"

Her eyes are filled with curiosity mixed with something else. "I'm starting to wonder if you're too good to be true."

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