Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 55956 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55956 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
“I lived in London for a big part of my life. My mother still lives here.”
“Then why are we at the hotel and not staying with her?” she asks, which I feel isn’t a serious question. Valentina surely knows I would never put my mother in danger by showing up at her doorstep, but I think Valentina is fishing for more information in a subtle way.
“It’s best that my mother believes I’m still in the States with my father. Plus, she isn’t exactly the big family reunion type of lady.” I smile at a thought in my head. “Are you upset I’m not bringing you home to meet Mommy?”
Valentina smirks. “Hardly.”
We stand and stare out over the scenery for several moments in silence.
“I didn’t think my first trip to London would be like this,” she finally says.
“It’s temporary. I’ve been in far worse messes than this. I’m good at cleaning them up, and whatever I can’t handle, I know people who can.”
“And what if you can’t? Or you trust the wrong people to help?” Her voice seems as distant as her eyes as she stares down below.
“I can. I always can. And I trust very few in my life. Dex and Z are two on that extremely short list.”
Valentina turns to look at me. “Our worlds are so different and yet enough alike we keep being pulled together by the fucked-up universe. But the big difference between you and me is you see this situation as a small inconvenience. A detour. Me, however? I see this as a disaster. Every day I’m here, is a day I’m not making money. I needed the job at the gala. Frankly, I needed the Omar job. But I listened to you, turned it down, and now look at me.” She jabs my arm. “I’m with you, in London, with no real plan as to what happens next.”
“I’ll make you whole again. You have my word.”
She looks over her shoulder at the bed. “Fine. I guess there’s nothing we can do right now except get some rest.” She runs her hands over her dress. “I really wish I had something else to wear.”
I take off my tux jacket and drape it over the chair, wanting to get comfortable as well. “Take it off. I don’t mind.” I look over my shoulder and give a playful wink.
“If you must know, I’m not wearing a bra with it or any underwear. Panty lines and all. So, if I take it off, there isn’t anything beneath.”
“Perfect,” I say as I close the distance between us and reach for the back zipper of her dress. “You’re going to make my job so much easier.”
She tries to wiggle free. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Going to get fucked. You said it yourself when we entered the room.”
I prevent her from arguing by pressing my mouth to hers, stealing a kiss, demanding the connection as I lower the zipper the remainder of the way. The dress effortlessly falls to a puddle at her feet, revealing that she is indeed completely bare beneath.
“Don’t you think we should rest,” she mumbles against my kiss as I back her up against the bed.
“We will. But first, I have to exhaust you.”
Valentina easily succumbs and unfastens my pants as I remove my shirt so I can join her flesh to flesh. When my cock is finally free, she takes hold of it as she sits on the edge of the mattress, stroking it in her palm.
She looks up at me. “Maybe I want to exhaust you.”
“I don’t tire easily.”
“Good,” she purrs as she lowers her lips to my dick, taking me fully into her mouth.
I stand before her as she sucks me off as only she can do. She has a way with her tongue, her lips, and the way she occasionally moans which sends tiny vibrations to my balls. Normally, I would simply allow a woman to give me a blow job all night, but right now, I have an overpowering need to be inside of her. I’ve wanted to have my cock buried deep inside her tight heat since I saw her arrive at the gala.
The wait has been long enough.
Bending down to my pants—her hand not letting go of my dick—I pull out a condom and hand it to her to apply while she’s still stroking my cock. She obediently does so, teasing me with her fingertips as she does.
“I’m not going to be gentle,” I warn.
“Good,” she replies as she scoots back on the bed, spreading her legs wide so I can see her wet and glistening pussy on full display.
“I’m not going to go easy.”
“Good,” she repeats.
“I’m going to fuck you hard.”
“You better.” I see a seductive smile form as I mount on top of her and thrust my dick into without easing my way in.