Sparked (V-Card Diaries #4) Read Online Lili Valente

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: V-Card Diaries Series by Lili Valente
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
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He winks and says, “Stick with me, peach, and it will be all hotels with robes, all the time.”

“I’ll stick with you for your sex skills,” I assure him. “Hotels with robes are just a bonus.”

“Good to hear,” he says, casting a sweet, sexy look my way before he slips out the door to let room service into the main part of the suite.

Ten minutes later, we’re parked on the couch, eating some very fancy grilled seabass with charred broccolini and watching Labyrinth—one of our favorite movies from the good old days—and everything is right with the world.

As we finish up our entrees and decide to make popcorn to share for the rest of the movie, I’m filled with a wave of emotion so intense I find myself blurting out, “This is it, Sam. The real deal.”

He turns from where he’s tucking the popcorn bag into the microwave in the mini-kitchen and nods. “Yeah, it is.”

And just like that, I know.

I know that I won’t be working from home, at least not for long.

I’m going to move to London where I will fully embrace my new life, my new job and, most importantly, my Sam.

“I love you,” I whisper again as we’re falling asleep later, after round three and a coed bath that was another delightful first. I especially liked the part where Sam massaged my soapy shoulders before moving on to tease my soapy breasts.

“Same,” he says, hugging me closer to his side. “You’re my favorite, Cho. Always have been, always will be.”

I snuggle into him with a happy sigh. “Handsome’s coming with us to London, right? I think he’ll appreciate the good life after everything he’s been through.”

“Of course, he is. But we can wait as long as you want to move. There’s no rush. Or I can permanently relocate to the city if you’d rather stay here long term.”

I lift my sleepy head and give it a slow shake. “No, I’m ready for the next adventure. As long as it’s with you. And Handsome. I feel terrible for getting his hopes up and leaving him behind at the shelter today like that.”

“I’m sure he’ll understand once we explain that Mom and Dad had to get their shit together before we made his adoption official.”

I grin and sink back to his chest. “I think so, too. He seems like a reasonable cat.”

And he is. When Sam and I pick Handsome up on Friday morning, he’s delighted to see us, blessing us with a big stretch across our laps and loads of purring. We tote him home, getting him settled in his fancy new digs—Sam went all in on a cat climbing tower, oodles of toys, and an odorless litter box—before heading out to the picnic.

Jack, the host, Sam’s friend and financial advisor, is charming as hell. And gorgeous, I realize as I watch half the women at the party drool on his thousand-dollar shoes, but I only have eyes for Sam.

Which is good, because the clowns wandering the party, performing magic tricks and twisting up balloon animals, would have been terrifying if I weren’t sufficiently distracted.

Thankfully, however, I am distracted—by my gorgeous boyfriend and the fun of riding an old-fashioned carousel together and eating all the crack-laced hot dogs we can stuff into our greedy stomachs.

That evening, we spend the last night at Sam’s hotel together before moving his things into my apartment for the month it will take to plan my move to the UK. There are work visas to put in place and good-bye parties to plan and I want to spend as much of my last summer in New York with my besties as I can.

And, of course, I have to get my tattoo from the artist I’ve been stalking for years.

In the end, I decide on a small peach on the inside of my wrist, where I can glance down at it any time and remember that I’m ridiculously loved. Keely, the tattoo artist, issues a brief warning that tattoos inspired by lovers are always dangerous—what if we break up and I end up with a permanent reminder of that heartbreak on my skin?

But I don’t hesitate or change my mind.

Sam and I aren’t going to end badly. I know that the way I know that the sky is blue and the sun is hot and my new murder-mystery, choose-your-relationship-adventure game is going to be a wild success.

Eighteen months later, we launch season one, a romance and murder mystery set in Jack the Ripper’s London, to fan and critical acclaim. Sam and I celebrate with a party for my team at a swanky cocktail lounge before retreating to Hyrule for the weekend to celebrate our way—with long cuddle sessions with Handsome, delicious meals and nostalgic movies, and a ridiculous amount of sex.

We’re still that couple, the ones who can’t keep their hands off each other even though we’re approaching our two-year anniversary.


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