didn't think coming over would be a big deal.”
“Well, it's a big goddamn deal, Valentine.”
“Did anyone ask who was in the shower?”
“No,” Ari sighed, raking his hand through his hair and turning around. “I came into the kitchen to get some wine – most people don't even know there's a second bathroom over here, thank god. I heard the water and knew it was you.”
“So some of your lawyer friends are out there right now,” she clarified.
“'Friends' is stretching it. Two are from my office, and the other two are from ADM, that company we're trying to work with; one of them is interested in a loft that's for sale downstairs. My dad 'suggested' I show them around,” he grumbled, quickly unbuttoning his shirt and letting it drop to the floor. She stared at his naked chest, an idea forming in her head.
Well, well, Saint Valentine makes a rare day time appearance.
“Awww, poor Ari Sharapov,” she pouted her lips at him while he went and grabbed a few shirts off hangers. “Embarrassed people will find out about his dirty little secret.”
“I'm trying to save you from embarrassment,” he corrected her, walking back towards the door. A floor length mirror hung on the wall beside it, and he held the shirts up against his trousers.
“Ah, but I don't get embarrassed,” she chuckled in a low voice. He tossed two of the shirts to the ground, then started pulling on a pale blue one.
“Really? Well, I'd rather not put that to the test right now,” he muttered, turning to the side and opening a thin dresser drawer. Dozens of ties came into view.
Before he could pick one out, though, Valentine was pressed against his side. He tried to ignore her at first, but when she ducked under his arm and bit down on his nipple, he let out a shout.
“What are you doing!?” Ari snapped through clenched teeth.
“Playing with you,” she breathed, then she blew cold air over her bite mark.
“Well, stop,” he ordered, finally grabbing a tie at random and yanking it out of the drawer.
“You stop,” she laughed, then she gently shoved him back against the mirror. He rolled his eyes and draped the strip of fabric around his neck.
“I don't have time for your -”
He sucked air through his teeth when she grabbed his crotch.
“Don't have time for what?” she asked, her voice full of innocence as she rubbed her hand up and down.
“Valentine,” he growled. She smiled up at him, then started undoing his belt buckle.
“What?” she asked again, lowering his fly and pulling his pants apart, then reaching her hand inside his underwear. “Is there a problem? I mean, I've only got my hand down your pants, while your friends – your colleagues – are standing twenty feet away, on the other side of that wall. What's the big deal?”
“I'm not in the mood to play games,” he warned, staring down the length of his nose at her. She stroked her hand up and down his quickly hardening cock.
“Good,” she breathed, and she slowly dropped to her knees. “Because games are loud and noisy, and we have to be very quiet, because all your friends are just a couple feet away, and they have no idea you're getting your dick sucked.”
“Fuck, I love it when you're naughty,” Ari sighed, his breath hitching when she pulled his pants and underwear down to his thighs. “If I had known you'd be like this, I would've encouraged you to come over on your own more often.”
“But this is only fun because we could get caught at any moment,” she pointed out, smoothing her hand over his sensitive tip. He chuckled, then combed his fingers through her hair.
“I'm about to fuck your mouth – that's fun at any moment, Valentine.”
“Maybe for you.”
“Of course. I'm the only one who counts.”
She opened her mouth to argue, but he didn't give her a chance. The fingers in her hair curled into a fist and he gently pulled her forward, feeding his cock to her. He went slow, allowing her to roll her tongue around him and bob her head up and down. She took deep breaths through her nose and concentrated on relaxing her jaw. Relaxing her throat.
“Oh, Saint Valentine,” he chuckled when his dick hit the back of her throat. She struggled for a moment, then managed to swallow, allowing his head to move down her throat. He let out a long, low, shuddering groan. “You ... you are the best part of