Page 12 of His Valentine Treat (Dirty Ever After 1)

I love the idea of it. It’s not something I’ve ever tried. Denton and I have never spent a night apart since we got married. I can’t believe the first time it’s happened to us is over Valentine’s Day. I feel myself getting upset just thinking about it. I tell myself to stop thinking about that and to focus on what’s to come tonight. And to think about how much fun we’ll have when I go back home.

I sit down in the lecture room, staying toward the back of the room. I can feel that my cheeks are flushed, and I want to stay as inconspicuous as possible.

The lecture begins. It’s an industry expert who is here to discuss trends, customer acquisitions, and how to keep clients happy and foster long-term relationships with them. The part about the new trends sounds interesting, but the rest? It’s for beginners. It’s something I can do in my sleep. Hell, I could probably get up there and give a lecture on it myself.

It’s a good thing because no matter how much I try to focus on the lecturer, all I can think about is Denton. How his hands feel on my body, how my pussy craves his touch. How I need him to fill me up and make me whole again. I imagine how it will feel to hear his voice in my ear, telling me what to do to myself. I almost break my promise when I think of that because I almost orgasm right here in my seat.

I force myself to concentrate on the lecture, telling myself I’m a responsible adult and this is my career. It doesn’t work. All I can think about is what’s to come. Both of us hopefully.

The very second the lecture is over, I spring up from my seat and practically run to my room. Once I am out of the elevator alone and unwatched, I do start to run. I reach my room out of breath, and it’s not from the running. I quickly take my dress and bra off, leaving them where they fall on the ground, and then I put on the robe I find hanging in the wardrobe. It’s thick and snuggly and I don’t think I ever want to take it off. I think of the phone call I am about to make. Oh, I’ll want to take it off alright.

I smile to myself and fish my cell phone out of my bag. I pull my panties out of there too while they’re on my mind. I don’t want to forget about them and accidentally pull them out of my purse at some point tomorrow. I go to the bed with my cell phone and lie down, curled up on my side. I call Denton. He doesn’t waste any time with greetings.

“Are you alone?”

“Yes, I—”

“Did you orgasm?” he asks, cutting me off.

I love it when this side of Denton comes out. The cool authority figure who barks out commands that I must follow in order to climax. It’s so thrilling handing yourself over to someone so completely and being one hundred percent at their disposal.

“No, I know better than to break the rules.”

“Good,” he says.

“Did you?” I ask almost shyly.

“I’ll be the one asking the questions, Robin,” he says. His tone softens a little. “But no, and it’s been hell.”

“Same here,” I agree.

“Oh, Robin, for you, it’s just getting started.”

The commanding tone is back and I feel a shiver of excitement run through me. My nipples harden and I feel wet between my legs again.

“What are you wearing, Robin?”

The way he says my name sends another shiver through me.

“A robe,” I reply.

“Take it off.”

I don’t need telling twice. I am aching with need just from hearing his voice. I sit up and pull my arms out of the robe. I roll to one side and pull it out from underneath me. I switch my cell phone to hands-free and leave it on the bed beside me.

“Lie on your back,” Denton says. “I want you to imagine me running my hands over your body and then running my fingertips across your nipples.”

I haven’t been able to think about anything else since last night, so this task is easy.

“Now act it out. Run your hands over your chest and belly. Not your nipples. Just the smooth skin.”

I do it, surprised at the goose bumps I feel coming to the surface from my own touch.

“Now take hold of your nipples and work them,” he says.

I gasp in a breath as I pinch my nipples in my fingers. They’re so sensitive right now. I don’t stop though. I roll them in my fingers, sending a pulse of painful pleasure through my body. My clit is throbbing so hard it takes everything I have to not ignore Denton’s voice and dive into my pussy.

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