Page 68 of Secret Baby for my Off-Limits Fiancé

I can’t help but laugh at the specificity of his questions. “Like, ten minutes ago?”

“All I hear is that I should have called you ten minutes ago.” His voices drops lower. “That way I could have seen for myself what I’ve been imagining all day.”

I cross my legs, immediately aroused.

Is that all it takes for you, Layla? Seriously?

I guess so, when it’s someone as sexy as Valentino saying it to me.

“Well, too bad you missed out.”

“Did I, though? That’d be a real shame. I think we can still…” He meets my gaze. “Fix things.”

I gulp. “Like what?”

“You could start off by taking off that pretty little robe you have.” His words are direct, and I slide off the silk robe just to give him a sneaky view of my cleavage.

“Like this?”

“Good girl. But take it off, completely.”

My eyes wander over to the door. Locked.

Slowly, I slide out of my robe and position my phone so that he gets a glimpse of my body before quickly moving it back to my face.

“In the mood for being a tease, are you? Careful. Don’t make me come over there to finish this off myself.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I smirk. “I thought we were just talking.”

“Talking? Yes. But we both know that I’d already be inside you if I was there right now.”

Once again, I clench my legs close together, and my hand drifts right above them. “You’re the one who is being a tease right now.”

In a flash, his shirt is off, and my jaw nearly drops open as I look at his defined muscles. Even through the screen, he looks sexy enough to pounce.

“Maybe we shouldn’t do this right now…” I try to backtrack, but my voice is full of doubt.

“I think we should,” he states. No, he commands. “Touch yourself for me.”

“Valentino… I…”

“Do it.”

My breath fastens, and I slowly open my legs, and begin moving my hand between them.

He never takes his eyes off me, even for a second.

I let out a ragged moan as I start to caress my clit.

“Now… Put your fingers inside you and show me how wet I make you.”

He’s being so crass that in normal situations, I would’ve never imagined myself listening to him. But right now, it’s like he has a hold on me that I cannot shake.

Slowly, I do as he asks.

“Good girl. Good fucking girl,” he says when he notices the change in my breathing. “How does it feel?”

“It feels…” I try and catch my breath. “It feels good.”

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