Page 1 of His Valentine Treat (Dirty Ever After 1)

I smile to myself as I complete my online order. It’s two days away from Valentine’s Day, and it will be my first one as a husband. Robin, my wife, is going to love the gift I’ve just ordered for her, and I don’t think she’ll be the only one. I think it will give both of us hours of pleasure.

I picture her in my mind: her high cheekbones and her little button nose. I love to wrap my hands around her long wavy hair and sink my cock into her from behind. It’s also a good way to see her tight little ass and perky breasts. And then there’s her delicious pussy. I could spend my whole life in that pussy.

On Valentine’s Day, I’m going to make her feel like the most special girl in the whole world. I have a lot planned. We’re going out for dinner at her favorite restaurant, followed by a moonlight carriage ride through the city. But that’s just the start of it. When Robin thinks the night is over, it will really just be beginning.

I’m going to eat her pussy until she’s begging me to just fuck her. I’m going to caress every inch of her perfect porcelain skin. Then I plan to make her nipples extra hard, sucking and biting them, making them respond to me in ways Robin doesn’t even know is possible. And when she’s past the point of no return, I’ll fuck her senseless.

I’m going to bend her over the edge of the bed and fuck her until her knees buckle and she can’t take anymore. It’ll be the night of her life. Of both of our lives. Whoever said sex after marriage is boring married the wrong girl because there is absolutely nothing boring about Robin.

She is a ball of energy, and she’s always up for trying something new. She takes me places I’ve only ever dreamed of going before. It’s crazy but just thinking of her face twisted in ecstasy makes my cock rock hard. The need for Robin is pounding through my body, and it’s all I can do not to walk out of my office, get her from work, and take her right there.

There’s a knock on my door, and without waiting for an answer, Geri, my personal assistant, comes into my office. I scoot further under the desk so she can’t see my huge erection. There’s a lawsuit waiting to happen if she gets a glimpse of that. I can see the headline now. “Youngest millionaire CEO sexually harasses his PA.” I quickly close down the tab on my screen; the gifts I was browsing weren’t exactly chocolates and flowers.

I can feel my face blushing, and I clear my throat.

“Is everything okay, Geri?” I say.

I can hear the thickness of my voice as I speak. Geri frowns.

“Are you alright, Mr. Blake? You’re flushed, and your voice sounds kind of scratchy. You’re not coming down with that flu that’s going around, are you?”

I shake my head.

“No, I’m fine. What can I do for you?”

She doesn’t look entirely convinced. The way I’m shifting around in my seat trying to find a position where my cock isn’t rubbing against anything, I can’t say I blame her. I wish she’d just get the hell out, but I can’t say that to her. She never disturbs me unless it’s important, and it’s not her fault I can’t stop thinking about my wife’s pussy.

“I need your signature on this,” Geri says, stepping forward and handing me a sheet of paper. “It’s the approval sheet for Nathan Parker’s renovations.”

She places a thick design file on my desk.

“That’s what Wes is proposing,” she says, nodding to the file.

“Why are you bringing that to me?” I ask.

I run the interior design company, but each individual interior designer is responsible for their own projects, and Wes is one of the best. He shouldn’t need me to double-check his work. Nathan Parker is a long-term client, and I don’t understand why Wes would need my help to redesign his bathroom.

Geri consults her notes.

“The project got significantly larger. Nathan liked Wes’s vision so much he asked for his vision for his office space. His office space is no small job. It’s three floors encompassing almost fifty offices. Nathan loves Wes’s design, and he wants to get started immediately. That’s why we need your signature now.”

I am starting to get irritated. None of what Geri is saying is making this any clearer. Geri senses my irritation and frowns slightly.

“It’s your rule, Mr. Blake,” she says.

“What rule?” I demand.

Geri is damned good at her job, but she’s frustrating at times. Like when she won’t get to the point, and I have a fucking hard-on under the desk.

“You have to sign off on any projects worth over ten million dollars,” she says.

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