22. Ambrose

Chapter twenty-two

Ambrose

M y hands slide up her thighs, fingertips slowly brushing under the hem of her dress. Her breathing picks up, and I can feel her looking around in case anyone walks out onto the patio.

"So, you like watching, but you don't like the idea of being watched? A bit contradicting, isn't it, sweetheart?" I whisper into her ear. Goosebumps rise across her skin and I can't help but smirk.

Digging my fingers into her thighs, I pull her closer. "Tell me what you were thinking about when you were watching us."

She remains silent, her breaths the only thing filling the silence. Gently, I place a kiss on her neck, she smells like a dream. Sweet and delicious.

My kisses harden as I start sucking on the sensitive skin below her jaw. Gasps leave her lips, and they sound like a fucking siren song in my ear, drawing me in for more. "Were you imagining it was you, I was kissing like that?"

A small nod of her head, before a moan leaves her lips. I grip onto the soft flesh of her ass and pull her flush against my hard cock. She squeaks and looks up at me in surprise. It's so innocent, but her eyes are wild with lust and desire, instead of her usual hazel eyes staring back at me, dark pools of brown draw me in instead.

Having her this close, the warmth of her sweet cunt right where I need it, I can't help but buck my hip into hers, grinding slowly while maintaining eye contact. "Did you picture me grinding into you instead of her?"

Again, another small nod.

A growl of frustration escapes my throat, "Closed mouths don't get fed, Valerie. Use your words."

"Ye-yes," she gasps out.

My one hand slips down between us, and I stroke her through her panties, the fabric practically soaking. Her eyes screw shut and her head falls back.

"Tell me how much you want it."

A strangled moan leaves her throat as I slip my fingers under the fabric and meet her clit. "P-please Ambrose."

"Please what?" I say, my lips practically on top of hers, we're so close I don't know whether I'm breathing in her air or my own

"Please fuck me."

Blinking my eyes, I stare at the ceiling in disbelief. My body feels as if it's on fire, sweat coating my skin lightly.

I thought I could suppress the way Valerie makes me feel, but after the dinner, it's starting to weave its way into my subconscious and my dreams. I run my palms over my face and sigh, my dick is painfully hard, and the only thing I can think of right now is the image of me thrusting myself into Valerie's tight cunt.

Sitting up, I gaze out at the ocean, it's barely sunrise and I feel as if I have enough energy to run a marathon.

Maybe I should.

Maybe a run can clear all of these Valerie-obsessed thoughts out of my head and allow me to think clearly, for the first time in nearly three months .

Slipping on a t-shirt, shorts and some running shoes, I head down to the beach and start sprinting along the coast. Running so far and so hard that by the time I eventually force my legs to stop running, I'm breathless and partially tasting blood.

I was wrong–after another thirty minutes of running and watching the sunrise, I return home. Cock still hard, the image of fucking Valerie still fresh behind my eyelids.

Never has a woman ever had this sort of an effect on me. Especially considering we've only kissed once (a very fucking hot kiss). An ice-cold shower does little to calm down my hot and bothered mood. If anything, it heightens my senses and intensifies my feelings.

I haven't fucked anyone since my papá's funeral, and even that was only tolerable at best, with Adriano ruining the moment.

I bet Valerie would be better than tolerable. Fuck, I'm sure she'd be amazing.

Just the way her curves felt underneath my hand at the CFP dinner was enough to leave me with a boner. My hand slides down my stomach and strokes over my cock imagining it's hers instead.

I know it's wrong to be imagining her like this, but the need I feel for her, for this, is so insatiable. The perfect image of Valerie with my cock in her mouth invades my mind, the way her mouth would wrap around it and take me in slowly, inch by inch.

I inhale deeply. I've had this picture in my head since I spotted her at my father's funeral in that gorgeous black dress. Valerie looks amazing in pink, it's her colour, calm and innocent, but in black, she looks like a walking fantasy, ready to suck me in.

And I imagine she would.

She sucks me in so deeply, choosing my dick over air. "You take my dick so well, sweetheart," I groan as my cock hits the back of her throat.

Her large brown eyes reflect a mixture of innocence and lust up at me.

My hand grips tighter onto my cock .

Reaching down I entangle my fingers in her hair and slowly bring her head down further on my cock. "You look so beautiful like this, sweetheart. So beautiful."

A moan travels up her throat and vibrates around my dick.

It's all too much, her, the image, just the fucking idea.

The way I imagine her gagging on my dick sends me over the edge, and my cum shoots out and hits the tiles below.

My release is fast and blindingly intense. I haven't come this hard from fucking a girl and Valerie has me feeling like this, without even knowing it.

As the post-release euphoria slowly lifts, my guilt creeps in for imagining her that way. I watch my release wash away as the realisation sets in for a second time.

I figured jerking off to the idea would be a one-and-done situation, but as I'm standing here with my hands pressed against the shower tiles, I can feel my cock awaken again at the mere thought of seeing her today.

I may be, slightly , obsessed with Valerie Farina.

I'm at the office earlier than ever before, bright and early, energetic and not trying to conceal a raging boner behind my Tom Ford slacks.

"Good morning, Mr. Vitale." A young female jumps from where she's speaking to Fabio. He merely nods in my direction. He's been pissy since I fired Alexa and I can't tell if it's because I fucked her, or because he's upset he didn't get to first.

In all honesty, I should fire the asshole for his lack of basic respect but more importantly, for how he treated Valerie on her first day

There it is again. The random need to help her. She's somehow constantly on my mind. It's been happening more and more often, I mean fuck, it's happened the entire morning .

Valerie's desk is empty as I expected, she usually only starts at 8 a.m. so she should be walking in rather soon.

It's a big day, I have a meeting with Horatio and a few of his associates to discuss more details of what we can offer them, should they choose to invest. Adriano and Antonio are joining me in the meeting as well to go over some of the numbers.

Most of the morning passes in a blur, and I gather all the information I need for the meeting and liaise with a few of our other board members about the prospect. Most of them seem on board and excited about the new venture.

When I check my phone it's a little after 9:30 a.m., and my stomach almost does a flip when I realise it means Valerie should be right outside.

A smirk tugs on my lips as I wonder what her reactions will be like today. I've always enjoyed teasing her even when we were younger, but now that she's got more of an attitude and isn't afraid to dish it out right back at me, it's also become a form of sadistic fun to see how riled up she gets.

When I step out of the office, her desk is still empty, not even a laptop, which could've at least meant she was in the office but not at her desk.

Pulling out my phone, I dial the number that's been lying dormant in my phone since the night of the dinner.

"Hey," her voice says.

"Valerie?"

"You've reached Val, sorry I'm not able to–" I groan and click the call off.

My phone pings with a reminder of the meeting that she set up to make sure I wouldn't forget.

" Cazzo," I curse under my breath and head into my office to gather what I need and head off.