Page 26 of Dirty Hot Valentine
Blinking, I shake my head. “No. Not at all. I’m going. Don’t worry.”
“Okay.” He swallows. “Maggie, I’m… There’s something I…”
I glance at my watch, not listening to what he’s saying. He’s being too nervous this morning, and all the stammering is making me nervous, too. Between Mike’s return and being late to work, my feelings are a hot mess at the moment. I really can’t add more anxiety to it.
“Sorry, Vik. I really have to go.” I push the glass door and leave his hand. “Whatever it is you can tell me about it later tonight.”
4. MIKE
Deafening Music blasts out at one a.m. in the AKA Beverly Hills suite I’ve been calling home for the past two years whenever I’m in L.A.
I pull at the hair of the blonde kneeling with her mouth on my cock. Her hands grab at the top of my thighs as her lips move faster. I close my eyes for a moment and moan, reaching for the pile of condoms on the bedside table next to me.
I tilt my head backward, and the brunette kissing my shoulder places a lit joint between my lips. I draw a puff and hold it in my chest for a few moments before the blinding smoke comes out of my nose.
Tearing the foil piece open with my teeth, I push the blonde off my cock. My back collides with the satin sheets as I order her to get on top of me. My hand grows tighter on one of her swaying breasts when her talented movements make him moan again.
The brunette kisses me, and my finger slides inside her. She gasps my name in pleasure as my finger goes deeper.
“Faster.” I stare at the blonde bouncing on me, my finger still inside the brunette.
The blonde pants, her palms pressing against the warm flesh of my chest. She’s close but fighting it. When she can’t resist any longer, her body twitches against me, her guttural cry loud.
“God, Mike, you can make a girl scream,” she says between breaths.
Except I haven’t been doing anything, and she’s done all the work.
Why wouldn’t she? Most of the girls who end up in my bed are there for one reason only—brag about fucking the A-list superstar—and that means they’ll give and not take. If they’re really lucky, they might get a casual date, but that’s it.
“Do you want me to finish you up?” she asks.
I smirk as I slide my finger out of the brunette’s pussy and let her straddle my face. “Nah. It’s her turn now.” Her legs tremble on either side of my head as my tongue strokes her pussy.
I shut my eyes, wishing I can do the same to what I feel inside. Shut it. All these girls, all the fucking, the weed don’t drown the loneliness. Don’t get my mind off the one girl I can never have.
5. MAGGIE
I take three steps inside my apartment, and Viktor throws me off his shoulder and into my bed, promising me a long, hard fucking.
He doesn’t tell me anything about what’s been keeping him nervous, but whatever it is, it’s stirring this sex maniac demon inside him, and I’m not complaining.
His fingers quickly push my jacket off my shoulders and unbutton my blouse. The bra comes off next. His hands and tongue aren’t patient. He squeezes and suckles with frantic hunger. Then he mumbles something in Russian that makes him sound even sexier.
“What did you say?” I whisper, my grip tight on his naked back.
He buries his face between my breasts and takes a deep breath. “I said I fucking love your tits. I want to eat them forever.”
“Oh…” That’s creepy…and hot. Creepy hot.
His wet kisses trail down my stomach as he unzips my pants and rubs against my panties. “Let’s get you off these.”
He pulls my pants off the way and rips my underwear. I gasp, and his eyes narrow at me with primal, animalistic desire.
With his fingertips first, he teases my pussy, slowly opening the lips and touching the wetness. Then a whole finger comes in play.
I gasp again.
“You like this?” He flicks his tongue on my nipple.
