Page 270 of Valentino

“I’m going to work from our Rome office today.”

“You have a Rome office?” I lean up onto my elbow.

“Uh-huh.” He pushes the hair back from my face and leans in to kiss me, his lips linger over my lips. “You were fucking incredible last night.” He smiles darkly against me, his teeth catch my bottom lip and a sharp sting sends a pang of arousal throbbing between my legs, damn….

Last night we hit a new level, he rode me so hard, it was raw and wet and messy as he used my body to pleasure his. For hours we fucked. I lost count of how many times we both came….

“You are a bad man, Valentino Leone,” I whisper up at him. “I’m sore just lying here in bed. I hate to think when I actually have to get up.”

He chuckles. “Shut up, or I’ll lick it better.”

A rush of arousal floods my sex and it seems this man’s dirty talk is a hotline to my libido. “Stop.” I giggle as I press my legs together. “I cannot take any more dick.”

He kisses me. “I love you.”

I smile up at him. “And I love you, my darling.” I run my fingers through his whiskers. “Thank you for a beautiful weekend.”

“I’ll be home about five and we’ll leave for Milan, yeah?”

“Yeah.” With another kiss, he leaves the room and I hear the door go.

This weekend was so dreamy.

It wasn’t just about the sex either, it’s real. The beginning of a real relationship, we laughed and talked and made love and fucked. We watched movies and he even cleaned out my closet, and I know that I’ve always loved Valentino, but my adoration for him has hit a new level.

Being loved by him has hit new heights…. And I am utterly under his spell.

But there’s a problem, it’s been lingering in the back of my mind all weekend and I know I need to address it.

I climb out of bed and make a coffee before picking up my phone, there’s something that I need to do.

I dial the number. Ring, ring…. Ring, ring.

“Hello, darling.”

“Hi, Mom.” I smile. “How are you?”

“I’m good, I’m running solely on caffeine at the moment, these work deadlines are brutal. I worked all weekend. How are you?”

“Great,” I reply.

“Great?” she replies. “That’s…a good change. What’s so great?”

I wince at her reply, she’s right, every time I’ve spoken to her lately I’ve been so down. “Lots of things.” I try to sound upbeat. “You know, I’ve been under a lot of stress lately but I think….” I shrug. “I think I’m over the worst of it now and things are looking a lot smoother.”

“You worry too much about work, sweetheart.”

“This is true.” I bite my lip as I listen, how do I work this into the conversation?

“What else have you been doing?” she asks.

“You wouldn’t guess who I ran into yesterday.” I try to sound casual.

“Who?”

I screw up my face, here goes nothing.

“Valentino Leone.”