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I have no idea how to handle this. I’ve wanted her for so long. Now, knowing it’s a possibility is driving me insane. My dick is already chubbing up just thinking about it.
One part of my brain is telling me to be cool. Act like her kissing me was a totally normal thing to do and play it off. The other,hornier,part says fuck that, drag her ass out of here and do what needs to be done. I groan and drop my face into my hands.
Belle’s palm comes to rest on the back of my neck, her nails gently scratching up into the hair at the base of my skull. I lift my head to meet her gaze.
Christ, she’s beautiful.
If she’d just give me a sign, nothing could stop me from making her mine. And then she shifts almost nervously and begins strumming her nails against the tabletop and as I reach for her hand to still it, something that’s never happened before transpires…
ChapterEight
I don’t thinkVal has ever looked at me the way he is right now and my stomach flutters as a million butterflies take flight.
This morning I woke up from yet another deliciously dirty dream starring Val and me. I’m far from rested, and extremely frustrated. A vibrator can only do so much. And the look in his eyes has lusty thoughts racing through my brain. I flush and drop my hand from his neck, turning to face dad at the head of the table as he hands a stack of cases to Ariel.
Work. I need to focus on work.
I do my best to keep my attention on what dad’s saying, but it’s not holding my interest. I already know what he’s telling the others. I put those case files together for them. I strum my nails against the timber tabletop, too restless to be still.
Val places his hand over mine, giving my fingers a little squeeze, at contact an electric current zips up my arm. I shiver and slide my hand out from under his. That’s never happened before. And even now, without the physical contact between us, a phantom echo of his touch remains, and the current continues to flow.
I glance at him from the corner of my eye. I need to know if he feels it too, this shift. He’s stiff beside me, shoulders set, jaw tight, and his hands are balled into fists on his thighs. He swallows hard and my gaze fixes on his Adams apple as it bobs with the motion. I want to lick it… and other things.
My eyes shoot wide, and I quickly glance around at the others seated at the table. I feel like my lascivious thoughts are plastered all over my face. But nobody’s paying me any mind, except that is, for Val.
Without warning, a screech fills the room as he shoves back his chair, takes my hand then yanks me out of mine. He doesn’t say a word as he strides to the door, tugging me along behind him. Not that I’m arguing.
With our fingers twined together he leads me to the other side of the building, stopping at… the storage closet? “Uh, Val?”
“Hmm…” he hums in response as he flips on the light, then locks the door behind us. He tests the handle before turning to face me with a gleam in his eyes I’vedefinitelynever seen. He backs me against a shelf of paper towels, his hands coming to rest on either side of my head as he stares at me.
“Hey,” I breathe. I want to touch him. I want to run my greedy palms all over his body and climb him like tree. But I hold myself in check. Maybe I’m getting my wires crossed here.
“Why’d you kiss me on Saturday?” he asks in a gruff voice that makes my toes curl in my Louie Vuitton’s.
I shrug. “Maggie wa—”
“Nope. Try again.”
Val has never been bossy with me before and it is really working for me. I shift on my feet, then lick my lips. His eyes lock on my mouth and I release a shuddering breath. Tension builds to suffocating levels in the small room, and I can’t take another second of it.
I launch myself at him, he stumbles into the shelf at his back with a soft grunt before my mouth is on his. He groans, his tongue twisting with mine as his thick fingers squeeze my hips and I wrap my arms around his neck, molding my body to his. I need him like I’ve never needed anything before. And I need him now.
“Val,” I pant. “Need you.”
“Oh, fuck, Bee,” he mutters, his palms skating down my outer thighs to the hem of my skirt then rucking it up until it bunches at my waist.
When his fingers skate over the scrap of satin between my legs, I shudder and whimper into his throat, pressing wet kisses there. “Now Val.” I drop my hands to his belt, unfastening it with quick fingers. A second later I have his hot cock in my palm and good god, it feels incredible to be touching him like this. He’s thick and heavy and so ready for me.
I lift one foot to the lowest shelf behind him, opening myself to him. He groans again, then tugs my underwear to the side as I line his crown with my entrance. I’m soaked for him already and I don’t waste a second urging him inside. I roll my hips and he thrusts forward, breaching my aching pussy.
A satisfied moan rips from my throat and his hands go to my ass, lifting me, he spins us around, so my back is against the shelving. Buried to the hilt, he slowly draws back, his feral gaze dipping to where we’re joined. “Look Bee, watch my cock fill up your perfect pouty pussy,” he demands.
Fuck yes, this is really working for me. I nod, dropping my eyes and the sight and sensations are so erotic, I clench around his length. He feels so good inside me, it’s indescribable.
Valentine, my best friend in the whole world, is fucking me. And it’s amazing.
His hips punch forward, then he slowly draws out again. Over and over, hard thrust, leisurely drag, hard thrust. My head rolls back on the shelf and I bite my lip to keep from screaming my pleasure. We’re at work, for god’s sake.
