Page 86 of Valentino

Facts.

“You wouldn’t fucking survive it,” I snap; I pull out from under him and march to the elevator.

Do not have sex with this man.

I hit the elevator button with force.

Do not have sex with this man.

He comes to stand beside me.

Do not look at him.

I keep my eyes to the front.

“Look at me,” he demands.

I drag my eyes over and control goes out the window, we kiss. Like animals.

His hands are gripping my ass as he pulls me onto his hard length in his pants.

Ding….

The elevator opens and it’s filled with people, they all laugh as we step back from each other. “Oops, wrong floor.”

I step in, and he does too and we both stand facing the front. I’m trying to control my heavy breathing, and my over-hormonal state.

The people ride all the way up to my floor; they are happy and chatting away while my mind is scrambling for control over my body.

Do not have sex with this man.

The door opens and I march out the doors with him hot on my heels. “What are you doing, you maniac?”

“Do not call me names,” I spit as I put the key into my door.

“What?”

“You heard me.” I push the door open and march up the hall. “I’m going to bed.”

“Damn straight you fucking are.” He follows me. “And you’re going to fucking get it.”

“Alone.” I slam the door in his face and lock it.

I lean up against the back of it and close my eyes in relief.

I made it….

VALENTINO

I walk into the bedroom, close the door, and grappling for control, I drag my hands through my hair as perspiration dusts my skin.

She’s so….

No, you are not going there with her.

Platonic. Plat-on-ick.

How the hell am I supposed to sleep in the bedroom right next to hers and not…. My cock is aching for attention.