Page 260 of Valentino

I hear makeup moving around and things being picked up and down.

Oh my God. What is she doing?

A text bounces in

We are double-parked

“Anna,” I call. “The boys are double-parked downstairs.”

“I’m coming.”

So is Christmas.

I hear more things moving around in that stupid makeup case, I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. Patience isn’t my strong suit, I already know that.

But come on…. This is way too late.

“Anna,” I snap. “Hurry up.”

“Go without me if it’s that urgent,” she fires back.

I roll my lips, stay calm…this is fine.

I glance at my watch once more, this is not fine. I march into the bathroom and stop dead in my tracks, my eyes drop down to her toes and then back up to her face, she’s wearing a fitted cream dress that clings in all the right places, and high heels, every perfect curve on her body is purring like a kitten, and before I can stop myself I have her in my arms. “Fucking hell…Anna.” I kiss her neck.

“You like this dress?”

“I love this dress.” I move my hands down over her body and up her leg until I’m under her skirt. I run my fingers over the lips of her sex through her panties.

I still can’t believe I get to do this.

Every time I touch her it’s like seventeen-year-old Val is here and living out his wildest fantasy.

“I thought we were late.” She smiles as my teeth drop to her neck.

“So late.” I slide my fingers beneath her panties and feel the warmth of her hot center. She’s wet and hot and…. “So very fucking late,” I breathe against her skin as I push a finger into her.

“Haven’t you had enough?” She smiles as I bite her neck.

“Clearly not.” I pump her slowly, my cock pounding in my pants.

She’s so fucking hot.

“We have to go,” she whispers.

I curl my fingers deep inside of her just the way she likes it.

Her head throws back. “Oh God.” She shudders as her eyes close.

Learning her body is my new eighth wonder of the world… I’m addicted to the thrill of making this woman orgasm, I can’t stop myself, it’s becoming compulsive.

“I thought you said we were going.”

“Coming or going.” I smile against her skin as I work her harder.

Ding.

My phone beeps a text, pulling me out of the moment.