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‘I don’t.’ His skilful touch became firmer. ‘Say yes.’
Miller felt deliciously light-headed. ‘You’re steamrollering me again,’ she accused, trying to hold her body still.
Valentino nipped the skin around her clavicle. ‘Is that a good thing?’
Giving up on trying to resist him, she speared her fingers through his hair, enjoying the thick, weighty texture of it curling through her fingers.
‘I don’t know.’ She groaned and dragged his mouth to her breast. ‘Please, just stop talking.’
‘You’re so sexy.’ His voice was rough, more a low growl, as he finally pulled her nipple into his mouth with just the right amount of pressure.
Miller felt as if she was levitating as her legs shifted helplessly under the onslaught of pleasure. She moaned his name. He nudged her legs apart, and even though her internal muscles ached from over-use the rush of liquid heat between her thighs was instant. She felt him fumbling in his side table, his mouth briefly leaving her breast to tear the condom packet open, and then he was back, pressing her into the bed.
‘Now, where was I?’
God, he made her feel... He made her feel...
‘Say you’ll stay.’
His mouth teased the soft skin beneath her ear, and even though she knew she must have terrible morning breath she turned her face, searching for his kiss.
‘Okay.’
What had she just agreed to?
‘For five days.’
His fingers stroked between her legs, drawing moisture from her body in preparation for his possession.
‘I...’ She arched her hips, her body already balanced on a knife-edge of pleasure, desperate to go over.
‘Say yes.’
‘Yes—whatever.’
She was desperate, and his husky chuckle of dominance annoyed her. With a spurt of defiance at his formidable self-control in the face of her total lack of any, she wrapped her legs around his hips and tilted her pelvis so that he had no choice but to slide deep.
He swore as he plunged into her, and Miller smiled and buried her face against his straining neck. She clenched his shoulders and her internal muscles at the same time, and suddenly the balance of power shifted as he bucked in her arms before surging deep again.
She felt him groan against her hair, and then her mind closed down as he pounded into her with such primal force she thought she might break. And then she did. Into a whirlpool of pleasure that sucked her under and blew her mind. Dimly, she heard Valentino shout her name, and she could feel the power of his release as he spilled himself inside her.
It seemed for ever before either one of them moved, and even then it was only weakly.
‘Are you okay?’ he asked.
Miller gulped in air. ‘Ask me in a minute.’
He chuckled and shifted onto his stomach beside her. ‘Sorry. That was a bit rough.’
Miller stretched her arms above her head. ‘It was fabulous. I may never move again.’
Groaning, Valentino dragged himself from the bed. ‘I wish I had the same luxury. Unfortunately not working yesterday and spending half the morning in bed today has no doubt put the team incredibly behind.’ He bent and gently kissed her lips. ‘Why don’t you stay in bed? Recover? I’ll send Mickey with a car at five o’clock to bring you into the city.’
The city? It took a minute for Miller to remember their conversation. She watched through half-closed lids as Valentino strolled into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
She recognised that she’d just been steamrollered again, and that she had agreed to stay with him for five days and attend a party to help keep eager debutantes at bay.
What were you thinking?
She stared at the ceiling and tried to feel agitated, but instead all she felt was happy. Oh, not at the whole debutantes thing, but just at being here. Maybe it was called afterglow.
Otherwise it didn’t make sense. Especially given her confused emotions and the fact that she still didn’t know if she had a job or not. But, yes, she was definitely happy.
But she was also smart enough to know that she couldn’t rely on those feelings. Reality would intrude and she would have to get herself back on track. In the meantime maybe she should take his suggestion. Call Dexter, finish TJ’s proposal, and then treat the next five days as an impromptu holiday.
Valentino, she knew, would make sure she had fun—and would it be so wrong to soak up his hospitality for a little longer? To soak him up for a little longer?
She rolled onto her stomach and glanced at the digital bedside clock. Ten o’clock. If this was a normal work day she’d have been hard at it for three hours by now and staring down the barrel of another ten. And those were her hours during quieter periods.
