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)
Her admission guts me. She doesn’t have to consider a life without me in it. I’ll carry the world on my shoulders for her if she asks.
But then I remember I can’t control her.
I can only support her.
So instead of pushing, I nod. “Fine.” My voice is rough and low. “We always have a driver on standby. He’ll take you anywhere you want to go.”
The relief that blisters across her beautiful face is painful to watch. Turmoil replaces her relief when she grabs her bag and brushes her lips against mine. She whispers, “Bye,” like she’s leaving forever, before she disappears into the hallway.
I reach for my jacket two seconds later. The chase won’t be as exciting since Valentina’s fear is genuine this time, but I’ll never skip an opportunity to catch her.
Valentina is already at the car when I catch her. “I’ve got it, Marco.”
After dipping his chin, the driver stops rounding the hood to open Valentina’s door.
When I open the door for her, Valentina’s lips part as if she wants to argue, but not a word spills from her plump mouth. Maybe she knows better. Or perhaps she knows even with the chase being short, it will have the same result.
She ran, and I caught her.
That will only ever end one way.
After assisting Valentina into the back seat, I slide in behind her and close the door. The scent of her rapidly building arousal fills the SUV’s cab when I jab the button above our heads.
The privacy partition hums until the driver’s head disappears behind tinted glass.
Privacy.
Control.
Just the two of us.
I yank at my tie when the heat blooming from Valentina becomes too stifling to ignore as she finally returns my gaze.
“I didn’t run from you.” Her tone is steady like she’s laying down a truth that can’t be bent. “You gave me permission to leave.”
“Semantics.”
“Giovanni…” There’s no conviction in her husky delivery of my name. No power. This is exactly what she wanted. She wanted me to chase her. Now I merely need to work out why.
“What happened between last night and this morning that made you believe you need to ponder a world without me in it?”
She shifts her gaze to the scenery whizzing past her window. “Nothing.”
Almost cruelly, I seize her wrist and yank her across the cab until her chest flattens against my shoulder and our teeth clash. I kiss her hungrily. Violently. I take, take, and take until the healthy rise and fall of her chest grazes my arm with her erect nipples and she’s breathless with need.
My lips on the shell of her ear send a trail of goose bumps down her spine, not to mention the words I speak. “Take your panties off. I’ll never make it through an entire shift without reaching for my gun if I ruin them so badly you have to work without them.”
“Gio—”
“Now, Valentina.”
She’s torn but also horny. The rapid incline of her pulse announces this, as does the scent that plumes into the air when she slowly rises to her knees to answer my demand.
With my hands stabilizing her sways, she pulls up her skirt until it resembles a belt, then tugs down her panties, which are shadowed with wetness.
I love that my kisses drench her so much that I can take her without preparation and not feel guilty about hurting her.
Once her pussy is bare and glistening, I jerk my head to her long-sleeved shirt. “Now your shirt. Let me see those fantastic tits.”
Dark locks swish against her back when she shakes her head.
I’m about to remind her that she can have the control anywhere outside of the bedroom, but her every want, need, and desire inside it are mine, but her backbone rises too quickly.
“No.” I’m so obsessed with the confidence in her tone that I can only stare at her in awe when she adds, “The drive to town only takes fifteen minutes. I want your cock pounding inside me for every one of them.”
I wordlessly confirm I’m on board with her plan by rocking my hips upward, stroking myself against her wet heat. The yearning glowing in her eyes hides the restlessness I’ve yet to combat. Still, I act oblivious.
I’ll get the truth out of her. I just have to be buried a minimum of nine inches first.
With my cock hurriedly removed from my pants, which are now huddled around my ankles, and her knees hugging my thighs, Valentina grips the grab bar she reached for earlier before slowly lowering herself onto my cock, inch by fucking inch.
My thighs bunch when she swivels her hips, opening herself up to me. It feels amazing, but since she’s a couple of inches off the nine required to push the narrative of our exchange, I clamp my hand over her mouth, then use my free hand to tug her down two more inches.