VALENTINO| 18+

Chapter 11- Like a godamn Greek God

The tension in my cramped joke of an office was pulsating through the air. I sat down once greetings were exchanged but stood up a few minutes later to close the blinds on my office window which made Valentino raise an eyebrow in question, his gaze never failing to follow behind me.
"For privacy reasons..." I "convincingly" stated.

Valentino comfortably leaned back in his chair while hoisting one leg on top of his knee, the thick material of his suit covering his tanned skin, his full lips still as pink as ever. My phone rang abruptly filling the awkward silence and it was my boss, but I just declined it and turned my phone face down. He's been asking me a few personal questions, to say the least. I took out my prep questions for Valentino and he was doing good so far. He tapped his free leg up and down, resting his jaw in his hand, on the armrest of the chair. With his other hand, he inspected the dirt under his nails. He could be going to jail, and he's the one bored?
"Do you have somewhere better to be? You have two realistic options, in here or in jail, pick one." I exclaimed getting slightly agitated.

"Neither. I have another option of where I could be." He calmly stated but his hungry-lust-filled eyes looked me up and down unashamedly checking me out.
"Oh yeah and where's that?" I said instinctively, failing to think and consider all of the possibilities that could come out of his mouth.
"Your stomach." He said chuckling with a smirk on his face, the one I just want to wipe off. I blushed so hard, my dark skin doing me no justice. I tried to be tough by rolling my eyes, but that did me no good whatsoever. I closed my case folder and notebook as I abruptly stood up, as did he. It got awkward fast and I just didn't know what to say, but I had to say something...

It had only been what felt like three minutes of silence when I got the courage to stutter out, "I-In my stomach?"

He only laughed in response to this and that's when shit got real. I thought I sounded so confident, but the pool between my panties said otherwise. He said it so casually too, and why did I actually find it attractive?

"Valentino this is...inappropriate. I can't have any of your games, I think it would be better if Robert did the prep questions-"

I walked towards my office door to show him out nicely but he beat me to it locking the door behind him and turning around to face me. I'm his lawyer for god sake, this is wrong, but god do I want him. Work? I know nothing of the sort. I guess we were picking up where we left off. He leaned in so we were face-to-face, only our noses breaking the distance. I usually would've laughed at the awkward distance but this was serious. Fuck it. Even in heels, I was still a whole head shorter than Valentino, so I looked up into both of his eyes.

He played with the pearls on my neck, fake of course before allowing my eyes to flutter shut while I leaned in and kissed him. He held my waist firmer this time, but this kiss was different. He wasn't just exploring this time he was longing for something he had lost. It was a very intense kiss as the space surrounding us closed in, our lips danced together with our tongues being the counts for our in-sync movements. Two different people on the same path to pleasure.

But this time my phone didn't ring and there were no knocks at my door, even if there were did I couldn't hear, see, or smell. I could only feel him and only him. The constant pattern of taps he left on my waist. He undid my shirt completely and I didn't even have time to gasp when he brushed his tongue over my bottom lip, asking for entrance. Not asking, demanding. He dove his tongue into my mouth gently, exploring every nook and cranny as if he owned it. He marked his territory and he made sure I knew these lips were his. I couldn't breathe but I didn't care, my lips tingled when he broke away from the kiss as his plump lips trailed elsewhere.

I frowned at the sudden loss of contact but that was cut off immediately when he got to work on my neck. He focused on the sensitive area near my throat while my throat produced a throaty moan. A sweet one that hinted at desperation but erupted out of pleasure. He seemed to have hit just the right spot at just the right moment because my eyes were sent rolling to the back of my head with pleasure while I let out lighter moans. He aligned the vocal cords in my throat like he was fucking god to make noises that satisfied him, to his liking. Too much was going on at once, and I think he knew that.

This seems to have satisfied him because he picked my thighs up, and wrapped them around his waist holding me up tightly. I played with the buttons on his collared shirt subconsciously due to my ADHD needing something to focus on. He knocked everything off my desk as he laid me down on it, another mess I was going to have to clean up later. His lips were enough to have my legs shaking violently at his waist, he was so good at this. His shirt was also being unbuttoned by now, and he wasn't in any rush to undo his pants, thank god. I don't think I'm ready for that yet, I think he knew that too.

He gave me a skeptical look and asked, "Can, I?" He stopped fully now and looked into my eyes for any sort of contemplation, and that was enough for a rapid nod coming from me, a desperate one I didn't even know my neck and head could work together to produce.  This man's actions were enough to send my legs turning into melting chocolate, the man was like Willy Wonka but better, he was a fucking Greek god and he goes by the name of Valentino.