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Soon he picks up his pace, delivering a punishing rhythm that sets my blood on fire and sends my body into euphoric bliss. I reach for his face, slide my fingers into the damp edges of his hair and smash my lips to his as I come on his thick dick.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants. “You’re perfect Bee; so fucking perfect.” Then he pulls out moments before coming in his fist.
I can’t look away. I’m transfixed by the creamy white liquid coating his fingers. I lick my lips, wondering how it would taste.
“Don’t do that,” he murmurs, tone deep and intoxicating.
My eyes dart up to his, and I smirk at the look he’s giving me. “Why not?”
“Because then I’ll be forced to feed it to you, and I don’t have the time to fully appreciate the sight of my cum coating your pretty lips.”
Shit, that’s hot. How did I not know Val was a kinky fucker? I’m still trying to regulate my breathing but if he keeps talking like that, I’ll be ready for round two and this is not the place. I clear my throat, fix my ruined underwear then wiggle my skirt back into position.
Val turns around and snatches a handful of paper towels from the shelf and cleans himself up before refastening his pants and belt. When his eyes meet mine again, I can barely breathe from the intensity of the emotions swirling in their depths.
“We need to talk,” he says, caging me in once again.
I grin. “I’m pretty sure our bodies just did all our talking for us.”
He shakes his head, a warm smile curving his lips as he tucks some errant strands of my long blonde hair behind my ear. “That might be, but I still want to hear the words. Every single one of them. Because once will never be enough for me. I’ve known it my whole life. So, we’re going to talk about this, and we’re going to figure a few things out.”
Undiluted delight floods my entire body—because holy shit, this is really happening—but he’s right. Of course, he’s right. We need to talk about what we just did. And why the hell we did it at Hunters and Co., of all places while our dads and my sisters are in the middle of a meeting on the other side of the building.
“Tonight, at my place. I’ll order in,” I tell him.
He nods once. “It’s a date.” Then he leans in and takes my mouth in a seductively slow kiss that fries what’s left of my brain cells.
* * *
I’ve just finished compilingthe data on a skipper I know Snow will enjoy taking in when Dad steps out of his office and calls me. “Belle, can I have a minute?”
I collect the sheets I’d just printed out from the printer and tuck them into a fresh file. I bring it with me as I stride into Dad’s domain. It’s the only private office we have; the rest of us are scattered throughout the pit.
Taking a seat, I place the file on his desk and gesture to it with my chin. “Snow’ll want this one,” I tell him.
He picks it up, flips it open to the cover page I put together, then rolls his eyes. “Just make sure she doesn’t go getting any ideas from this guy,” he says, flicking it closed and handing it back to me.
I chuckle, “She already has ideas; you and I both know that.”
Dad grumbles something under his breath about Snow being the death of him before shifting to sit back in his chair and eye me. “So, about our deal…”
I arch a brow. “What about it?”
He runs a hand through his salt and pepper hair. “We didn’t discuss what I would get when I won. And now that I have, I want to collect. I’m just not sure what it is I’m collecting…”
“What you’re collecting? What makes you think you’ve won?” I ask, trepidation thrumming in my veins.
“Look, I don’t need to know more than I regrettably already do regarding you and Valentine. It’s obvious that I’ve won. Everyone heard you twoworking things out, this morning.”
Oh. My. Freaking. God. Please, please, just kill me now. Or you know, fake my death for me and I’ll move to Mexico and live off tacos and tequila for the rest of my days. Anything to get me out of this conversation.
“I’m pretty sure my offer prior to that date business was a neat grand. I’d be happy with that,” Dad says, a haughty smirk on his arrogant face.
I stare at him. Why isn’t he freaking out or having a meltdown? He just told me he heard me having sex. Which is horrifying. For both of us. “How are you acting so cool right now?”
“Today, unfortunately, wasn’t the first time I’ve had the great misfortune of overhearing one of my daughters doing something I never,ever, wanted to hear,” he says with a shudder.
Eww.
