Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Valentina stops inside the living room entrance, her eyes wide as she takes it all in. I enjoy watching her absorb every detail. Her gaze remains fixed on the city skyline while her finger traces the sofa’s fabric. Then her focus shifts to the fireplace mantel and the bookshelves flanking it.
It doesn’t take long to deduce that she’s searching for something. The tiny veins thumping in her fists suggest she’s checking for my marital status or if a woman is waiting for me at home.
She won’t find anything. I retreat to the penthouse when the family compound becomes too noisy and I require solitude for contemplation. Most of my time is spent at the compound, surrounded by brothers, cousins, and the endless demands of the Caruso legacy.
The penthouse contains only a well-stocked bar, a change of clothes, and now, the intoxicating scent of Valentina’s arousal on my skin.
I wasn’t lying when I said my agreement with Valeria was strictly professional. She is a friend and an ally, and our agreement would have strengthened our families’ bond. But that’s done with now. My decision is made, and she’s standing before me, wide-eyed and uncertain.
That’s on me. I regret being untruthful when she inquired about Valeria, though initially, I didn’t know who she was referencing. It hadn’t occurred to me that she’d witnessed me walking Valeria into the IVF clinic hours earlier. I sensed someone nearby, the prickling of the hairs on my nape extremely telling, but even after scanning every face, I didn’t spot the cause of the peculiar sensation.
If I had, I would have chased her then and there.
Finding nothing that ties me to another woman, Valentina spins around to face me. “Can I?” She gestures her hand at the custom bar in the living room.
“Help yourself.”
After removing my coat and tossing it over one of the sofas, I join her for a nightcap. When I reach for a glass, our hands brush. That slight touch sends a jolt through me, and it makes me disinterested in an aperitive.
I have one wish, and the seductive scent pluming from Valentina confirms she knows exactly what I want.
Strands of caramel hair weave around my fingers when I fist her hair and seal my mouth over hers. I kiss her hard, spelling out my intentions without words. I want her with an intensity that rivals my lungs’ desire for air, and I’m disturbingly aware I won’t be able to stop, even if asked.
Valentina is happy to accommodate my needs. She returns my kiss with equal enthusiasm, and then her singsong moan sends a needy zap to my balls. “I want your cock in my mouth so badly.”
She shoves me back, and I land on the sofa with a thud. Then the most beautiful fucking sight in the world presents itself. Valentina is on her knees, yanking at my belt.
Leaning back, I hand over the reins. She loosens my belt before moving her hands to my dress shirt. I hiss when her impatience becomes too much. Pearl buttons scatter across the floorboards when she tears open my shirt after undoing only two measly buttons.
Her fingers sketch the contours in my stomach before her index finger traces the circular wound in my left pectoral muscle. When she peers up at me, the panic I anticipated earlier swamps her impressive eyes.
I could explain that battle scars are an occupational hazard of my job, but since I want to ease her into my life, I distract her by raising my ass off my seat and tugging down my trousers.
My boxer shorts stretch against my erection and dampen with pre-cum.
A second later, Valentina curls her hand around the bulge in my boxers. She holds my cock like her pussy did while milking it of cum, then shifts forward.
Her desire for me—and perhaps my cock—is evident on her face.
Fuck.
Just the rise and fall of her chest as she gazes at me with untapped hunger is enough to make me come, so I won’t mention how I could achieve release just from looking at her beautiful face.
Fortunately for all involved, I’m all about self-control.
I can last for hours if needed.
Pre-cum pools at the tip of my cock when Valentina pulls down the waistband of my boxer shorts. My dick bobs free before steadily rising toward my belly button. Its long stretch doubles the dilation of Valentina’s eyes and makes her mouth water.
“You can take it,” I assure her, gripping the base. “You just need to go slow. Your face alone has my release rapidly building. I don’t want to make a fool of myself.”
My underhanded compliment returns some of the confidence her eyes lost when my dick sprang free from my boxers. Invisible wings flourish behind her as a cock-thickening smile stretches across her face.
After licking her lips, she lowers her head to my cock. A groan rolls through my chest when her tongue darts over the slit in my crown. She’s barely touching me, but my balls are already pulling in close.