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  “No.”

  “Tell me where else,” I mumble, still keeping her ear in my mouth.

  “I want your hands all over my body, gripping me hard, showing me just how much you own me. And then…then I want your fingers inside me, and your mouth, and most importantly your big, fat cock.”

  I growl into her ear and squeeze her ass instantly, eliciting a moan as she turns back toward me even more.

  I look down at those big, pouty lips of hers and catch her eyeing my mouth as well.

  Releasing her ear I manage to say, “Once we cross this line there’s no going back.”

  “I know.”

  “I’m not talking about just your brother or this job or anything like that. I mean everything. Once you’re mine you’re mine in every way.”

  “I’m all in.”

  “Good, because I can’t wait much longer until I’m all in…inside that sweet pussy of yours.”

  My lips come crashing down on hers and for a second everything stops, everything makes sense, and then my animalistic need overtakes me again.

  CHAPTER 10

  Valentina

  His kiss goes from passionate to hungry and I wonder if I’ve managed to make a puddle on the top of his shoe, which is planted directly underneath my pussy at this point.

  He’s got me spread wide, open and ready. My clit is throbbing, my stomach tight, and my heart pounding.

  I reach back and grab for his cock, only to find he still has his other hand over the top of his trousers.

  I put pressure with the side of my hand on his, pushing it out of the way, even though I know he’s much too strong for me and he’s really just letting me at what I want.

  “Don’t block me from what’s about to be mine,” I say.

  “Or mine,” he says, and I feel his hand slide in-between my crotch and his fingers scissor my thong away as he swipes two fingers right over my opening before putting pressure on the area between my pussy and my asshole.

  I breathe in deep, unable to exhale until he releases the pressure and a rush of blood shoots through my veins like a damn unleashed.

  “Your clit is already swollen.”

  “What kind of employee health plan do you offer for that kind of injury?” My line is stupid as fuck, but I don’t even care.

  “Well, this,” he says slapping my ass again, “employee isn’t allowed to see the doctor for anything, because no doctor is allowed to see what’s mine. But lucky for you, I’m sure I can fix this problem.”

  “Or make it worse.”

  “Sometimes things have to get worse before they can get better.”

  “Just the way I like it.

  Suddenly he drops to his knees and he takes my clit right into his mouth, my mouth opening wide, but nothing coming out.

  I can’t scream. I can’t think. I can’t do anything, other than feel his teeth gently take my nub and then flick it with the tip of his tongue.

  The flicking quickly intensifies, my ass muscles tightening as I flex my toes, coming up even higher on my heels.

  “Oh Valentino.”

  “You taste so fucking good,” he grumbles against my hole. “I love hearing the words, and I love feeling them even more. You’re so fucking wet for me…so ready, so primed.”

  “I’ve had years to prepare, to wait, to want, to need.”

  I feel my juices coating the inside of my thigh before he releases my nub and I feel his thick tongue flatten, running right up the inside of my leg cleaning me like the dirty dog that he is.

  His tongue continues straight across my hole, tightening at his touch, and then he continues down the other leg, but this time with just the tip of his tongue, before he moves all the way back across again like a windshield wiper removing those fast arriving, thick raindrops that telegraph the incoming storm has suddenly arrived.

  And nothing could be truer.

  He’s barely done anything and I feel a tornado ready to touch down on his face from just a few simple touches from his tongue.

  “This is mine,” he says as he nuzzles his nose into my middle and licks straight up my crease.

  “Yours and only yours,” I manage to utter, but I’m not even sure if he hears me at this point, or I even know where I am.

  I’m so damn lost in this moment, something I’ve wanted for damn near ever and now it’s here.

  I try not to let my head get caught up in it, else it will come to a quick, climactic end way too soon.

  I want this drawn out, like a bubble bath while sipping champagne, but that’s impossible. This is hot, sweaty vacation sex at it’s finest.

  All I need is his dick inside me.

  “I want you to fuck me, Valentino. Fuck my wet pussy.”

  He face vibrates against the sides of my crack as he feasts on my cunt, my words turning him even more feral.

  “My woman gets what my woman wants…always,” he says.

  His hand clamps down on my ass as I feel his body rising up. He doesn’t use my body for leverage to get off the ground, instead just putting his hand there to not break our connection. Never will what we have be broken. I know this, because it’s been building for too damn long already. What I feel for him is impenetrable, and now it’s time to be impregnated, bred, filled with his seed as he claims me.

  I hear the sound of this belt buckle unclasp immediately followed by the metal teeth of his zipper quickly separate as the skin of his dick joins the skin of my ass.

  I press down with my heels, trying to get leverage as I force my ass back into him.

  He’s growling to the point of snarling.

  “I wish you could know how good you fucking taste. Fuck that, you have to know,” he says, and I feel two fingers slide through my crease again and then, suddenly, they’re resting on my bottom lip.

  I have no idea what the fuck is going on with me, but the need to suck on something that’s his overwhelms me and I open my mouth and move my head down, bobbing on his fingers, replacing my come with my saliva as I moan, continuing to push my ass back into his cock.

  “Now you know how fucking amazing heaven tastes.”

  “And now you know how the virgin pussy I’ve been saving for you tastes.”

  His entire body jerks and he fists my hair, his elbow finding my back as I lean forward, my face finding the desk.

  A shot of pain rips through my cheek and then my temple and fuck does it only enhance everything that’s already happening.

  “Dammit, Valentino. Fuck me. Take what’s yours. Give me what’s mine. Make us one, forever.”

  I feel his other hand grab at my hip, taking my panties in-between his digits before he yanks them back, ripping them like they’re nothing more than tissue paper, just before the crown of his cock presses on my entrance and his hips thrust forward in one motion as he fills me with the entirety of his massive cock for the first time.

  CHAPTER 11

  Valentino

  I wanted to wait, until the night of the party at the earliest or after being even better.

  But I can’t.

  Not after the way she demanded me to take her, and my body, mind, and even my fucking soul demanding the exact same thing.

  “Are you okay, sweetness?”

  Her hand moves against the desk and my hand comes out of her hair, cupping her head as I lift her back.

  Her neck wraps around and she lurches for me, eyes closed, lips pressed together.

  I meet her intense kiss with one of my own as I feel her hand find my groin.

  I slowly pull back out, feeling each and every nerve ending inside her channel as I struggle to keep my eyes open.

  Once I’ve only got the tip inside, she grabs my shaft, or at least as much as she can handle.

  Thinking she can wrap that tiny, feminine little hand of hers around the length and girth of the monster she’s turned my cock into is downright comical, but there is nothing at all funny about this at all. The power this woman has over my body, over all of me, should be downright scar
y for a man who’s never experienced something like this in his life before.

  But it’s fucking freeing, liberating, and most off all to feel this connected to someone is something I couldn’t even put into words. The moment of silence we experience together as we just hold our position, says more than words ever could.

  “You ready for some more?”

  “I need more. I need all of you again and again and again,” she says pressing back into me willing my dick inside her.

  Damn I like this feisty woman who knows what she wants and takes it without asking. She’s the perfect match for me, the only one.

  I refuse to match people who aren’t good fits for each other, knowing their future is limited at best, and doomed at worst.

  But this is beyond a perfect match, this is otherworldly. This is the kind of thing no damn computer can even comprehend, no billion-dollar algorithm can figure out, no math whiz can decipher.

  Because it breaks the mold. It’s human and it’s perfect.

  Hell, I can’t even leave a review for a ninety-nine cent book on Amazon without them sitting on the damn thing for a week before they approve it, as if I’m related to the crazy author who claims to be holed up down in Mexico writing the damn thing. You gonna tell me a computer can figure out what we’ve found out ourselves?

  Impossible, just like the odds of finding her.

  Fuck, I’ve never said the word love in regards to another person in my life but there’s no other way to describe it. Saying I love Mexican food or fast cars is one thing. Saying I love another human being is something I never thought I’d say…until now.

  Before I can even slowly move my hips forward, my subconscious takes over, beating me too it as they buck and I fill her again.

  My mind switches gears again, and seconds later I’m approaching top speed, my pelvis slamming into her ass and balls bouncing off her underside.

  “Uh huh! Uh huh! More! Faster! Harder!” she moans as my world spins.

  My hips feel like they’re doing a million kettlebell swings a second as I claim her over and over and over again, rage and possessiveness filling me. I’m angry I’ve waited this long to take what’s mine, and now I have to make up for lost time, letting every part of her being know that she’s mine.

  “Valentino. I’m…I’m…I’m going to come!”

  I thrust harder twice more, the second time sending the desk sliding across the floor as seed slides through my shaft like a fucking rocket, filling her as she comes all over my cock.

  Her pussy clenches down on me with a vice like grip as my entire body bucks, filling her again and again and again as she screams out my name.

  “Valentinoooooooo!”

  “Say my name,” I command the minute she can’t say it anymore.

  She inhales deep, but her body betrays here, everything inside her focused on milking my dick for all the come it’s been saving just for her.

  She tries again, but my name only comes out as a whimper.

  Good. That means she’s given me everything, just as I’ve done with her.

  A full minute or two later, not that I have any idea how much time has passed nor do I care, our bodies still.

  I lean forward, placing one hand on the desk and cupping her body from behind with the other, my forearm against her chest as I pull her back into me, our bodies tight together…just how they belong.

  “That was…incredible.”

  “That was…all about you,” I say with the utmost sincerity.

  “All about me?”

  “All about what happens when a man knows what he wants and has to take it, there being no other choice, desire, or possibility.”

  She smiles.

  “What?”

  “I may not be a man but I feel the exact same way.”

  “That sounds like one of those ‘The Future is Female’ shirts I see from time to time.”

  “The future isn’t female, being a woman who knows what she wants and goes out and grabs it by the balls, no pun intended, is now.”

  “Now and forever,” I say, taking her hand and playfully cupping my balls with them.

  She laughs, rolling my balls around in her hand.

  “Forever and always, just like these.”

  “My balls?”

  “Yeah, because now they’re mine. Always.”

  CHAPTER 12

  Valentina

  I pick my torn panties up off the floor and stuff them into the drawer of my new desk, the one my brother had been using.

  I’m trying to make heads and tails of what just happened. This was exactly what I wanted, and I just got it. What comes next?

  “Hey,” his deep voice beckons from across the room. “What’s wrong?” he says moving toward me.

  He places the tip of his index finger on the bottom of my chin and lifts my head to meet his gaze.

  A steely ownership radiates from his gaze. I’m quickly reminded I’m his in every way, through the good and the bad, although I expect very little, if any, of the latter.

  “Everything’s okay,” he reminds me, the tip of his finger moving from my chin, sliding along my jawline and pushing a lock of hair behind my ear before he pulls me in tight with both arms.

  “I know. You’re right.”

  “Do you feel like this was wrong?” he asks.

  “Not at all,” I say softly into his chest. “This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me…you’re the best thing that’s ever happened for me. I think I’m just in shock. I’ve been dreaming of this moment and then bam, here it is. This is real and I need a moment to process it.”

  “I understand. You probably weren’t expecting your afternoon to play out like this when you went into your old office this morning.”

  “That’s it exactly. This is just so fast and so unexpected.”

  The tip of his finger finds my chin again as he forces me to look at him. “And don’t forget so perfect, too.”

  “Definitely,” I say, as he leans in and kisses me gently right on the forehead.

  His one little gesture quickly calms me.

  “Do you feel bad about the way this just happened?”

  “No.”

  “Good, because you shouldn’t. What we have is perfect and it should never embarrass you even if, yes, we just had sex for the first time on your brother’s desk. It used to belong to him, but now it belongs to you, just like you belong to me. And this,” he says, reaching around grabbing my ass hard, “belongs to me when and where I want it. You understand?”

  “Only if you understand too,” I say, taking his cock in my grasp, feeling it immediately harden through his trousers at my touch.

  “Damn right, it’s a two-way street.”

  I may be inexperienced sexually and in the business world too, but I know it must take a lot for a man as powerful as Valentino to relinquish any kind of control, especially to someone as young and inexperienced as me. But that’s how it has to be, and if he wasn’t on board with that then what we have would struggle to work, and sure wouldn’t reach the heights I know we’re going to take it to.

  “Finally,” I say.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I’ve always wanted you to be my first, and now here we are, and you are.”

  “Just like you are my first.”

  “What?”

  “You heard me.”

  “That’s impossible.”

  “It’s very possible. As you know I do this whole matchmaker thing for a living. I’ve perfected it. Your brother and I have literally cracked the code, so to speak. I see what it takes and I see the compromises that both sides have to make, and I knew I never wanted to make compromises.”

  “But don’t you have to?”

  “The more compromises you make the more you resent the other person over time, and then the more you get angry at yourself for not being true to yourself. I knew if I ever met the one, and I was sure I would not…yes, wouldn’t…then there could be no compromises, from me or from
her.”

  “So this was your…” I say.

  I look up and see him nodding.