Page 17 of His Runaway Valentine

Fuck!

I drop my hand between us and rub her clit with my thumb, and that’s all it takes for her to explode. A scream tears from her lungs as an orgasm rocks her body. Her pussy clamps down hard on my cock, triggering my orgasm.

“Yesss!” she screams as I give one last, deep thrust, my shaft pulsing inside her and spilling hot seed into her womb. “Oh, Christ.”

“Take it all, baby,” I growl, “every drop of my cum.”

Her body shakes beneath mine, tremors rolling through her as she comes down from the earth-shattering orgasm, and I drop down on her.

I have no words to explain what just happened.

Mine.

I look down to find Willow’s eyes closed, her chest heaving, skin warm against mine.

Precious. What just happened in this room is precious, and so is she.

My valentine.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Willow

My heart hammers in my chest as I catch my breath. My body is sore, deliciously so.

I can feel himeverywhere.

“I’m going to get us cleaned up, then we’ll go to bed, okay?” Rowan whispers, leaning down and brushing his lips over my forehead.

“Okay,” I respond, flashing him a shy smile.

I watch him leave, fighting the excitement that surfaces at the memory of what just happened between us. I can hear him moving around in the bathroom, then he goes down the hall to the kitchen. He returns with two glasses of water, a wash cloth, and my purse.

He hands me a glass of water, setting the other on the night stand, and begins to gently wipe between my legs. He’s so sweet and tender, cleaning my skin like I’m something rare and priceless.

“I brought your purse in case you wanted your phone. But I want you to stay here with me tonight,” he says.

I smile at him and nod. After what we just shared, I can’t imagine leaving his side anytime soon. He helps me up from the bed and leads me into the bathroom. After rummaging around a bit, he finds a spare toothbrush, and we both get ready for bed, neither of us bothering with clothes.

We climb under the sheets, and Rowan wraps me in his arms, my back to his chest. He kisses behind my ear before settling in behind me. Within moments, I fall asleep with a smile.

I’m jolted awake by the sound of buzzing. It takes me a few minutes to get by bearings, but I soon realize the buzzing sound is coming from my purse. After checking to make sure Rowan is still asleep, I wiggle out of his hold and answer my phone, walking out of the bedroom as I do. The call is from an unknown number, but something tells me to answer it anyway.

“Hello?”

“Is this Ms. Shepherds?” a strange, tinny voice asks.

“It is. Who is this?” I respond slowly.

“I’m calling from Red Shield Security. We’ve received an alert that the alarm at 502 S. Main St. has been activated.”

The coffee shop. Ugh, that stupid alarm! Nora was supposed to call and ask them to come out and look at it; the thing is constantly going off for no reason. She must have forgotten with the excitement of planning Anti-Valentine’s Day.

“Ms. Nora Wilde is the shop manager. Did you call her?” I ask. As the manager, Nora’s name is above mine on the emergency call list.

“We did,” the caller confirms. “She did not answer.”

Right, she had said she planned to take a bath, then go to bed. She must not have heard her phone.

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