What We Do in the Night (Day to Night #1) - Stylo Fantome Page 0,50

not an issue anymore – she doesn't exist to us,” he pointed out. Valentine shrugged.

“That may be, but I'm also not going to stand around with her ex-boyfriend talking shit about her. What we did wasn't right, either, so we're not any better than her.”

“Please. This Pollyanna act gets a little old. How did all your Manhattan buddies stomach your goody-two-shoes attitude? What we did didn't matter, because I don't care, and Harper wouldn't even care if she knew – deep down, she never liked me. So you shouldn't care, either. This is a moot point.”

“You can say what you want, but my amendment still stands. Are you going to leave her name out of our conversations? Or do I walk out the door right now?”

There was another long pause, then Ari pushed away from the island. He slowly walked around it, grabbing the vodka bottle as he moved. He came to a stop when he was standing in front of her.

“You'd really do it, wouldn't you,” he murmured, staring down into her eyes. “Even if it meant giving up the money.”

Valentine managed a smile for him as she thought of last night, when she'd been showing him around Caché.

“Sorry, sir,” she whispered. “No returns, no refunds.”

He smirked, and it broke a little bit of the tension in the room. Then he grabbed a fistful of her t-shirt and started pulling up on it. She lifted her arms and the material was yanked over her head, then tossed to the floor. She stood in front of him in her expensive – in her only – lingerie, and she stared right back at him.

“It's all a fantasy, isn't it, Saint Valentine,” he whispered back, and she nodded. “Then let's make it a good one.”

She assumed that meant he agreed with her amendment, which made her happy. She didn't get to ask outright, though, because he was grabbing her jaw and tilting her head back. She closed her eyes as chilly Grey Goose was poured into her mouth, splashing over her lips and running down the front of her neck, dripping down her cleavage.

As Ari licked up the trail it left behind, the bottle was shoved back onto the table. Then his hands were on her ass, scratching at the satin material of her underwear, squeezing her flesh. Lifting. Val was hoisted into the air, and as she wrapped her legs around his waist, his mouth found hers in a syrupy wet kiss.

“I don't want to play Parcheesi,” he growled as he carried her across the room.

“I wouldn't even know how,” she replied, yanking apart his tie and letting it fall to the ground. “I've never played it before.”

She was abruptly dropped, and she shrieked as she fell onto a mattress. She bounced a couple times, then his hands were on her ankles, tugging at her laces and pulling off her boots. Each one was chucked over his shoulder, then he was yanking her legs wide apart.

“These stay on,” Ari informed her, smoothing his hands over the silk stockings and flicking one of the garter's straps.

“I had a feeling you'd like them.”

He fell forward between her legs, pausing long enough to plant a kiss on the center of her panties. She squirmed in delight, then moaned when he licked his way up the center of her stomach.

“This goes,” he murmured when he reached her bra, and he shoved a very practiced hand behind her back and undid the clasp easily. The satin and lace flew through the air, joining her boots on the floor.

“If you ruin anything of mine, you're paying to replace it,” she warned him.

“Obviously. You have amazing breasts, Valentine,” he groaned, cupping them in his hands.

“Thank you.”

His teeth went to a peaked nipple, scratching over it, teasing it with a nibble, then biting down hard enough to make her gasp. When her back arched, he pulled away enough to gently slap the side of her breast.

“No, no, no, thank you,” he chuckled darkly.

He's going to break me, I can already tell.

It turned into a minor war after that; Valentine sat up quickly, forcing him back and away. She grabbed his shirt – fuck the buttons – and she yanked it open. Another jerk pulled it off his shoulders, then it was fluttering away behind him and she was smoothing her hands down his toned chest.

When she got to his belt, he started kissing her again, so she had to do everything by touch. When she finally got the buckle