Chapter 25 - Valentin
“What are we doing here?” Gela asks as she tilts her head back and shields her eyes against the glaring sun, staring up at the high-rise glass building.
The sunlight catches on the diamond on her finger, and I can't wait to see my fiancés face when I tell her the truth.
“Remember when you told me you wanted your own space?” I ask, taking her hand in mine. “That you wanted to build something that's all yours?”
She nods and looks at me, her brow furrowing slightly. “Yeah…”
I pull a set of keys from my pocket and dangle them in front of her. “Welcome to your new headquarters, Gela Jones.”
“What?” she shrieks, her head snapping back to the building, then to me.
“This building is now home to Jones Marketing Consultancy,” I grin and dangle the keys in front of her. “It also has the best view of Boston.”
“Valentin, you didn't...” She takes the keys from my hand, her mouth hanging open.
“I did.” I can't help the grin that spreads across my face. “And before you say anything about independence or doing things on your own, the lease is in your name. The business is yours. I just... helped with the location.”
“How much did this cost you?” She shakes her head in disbelief.
“We owned it already. See, right there?” I point to the structure next to it. “That’s our family office. This way, you have the same security we do and the same guards watching over you as well. It’s totally safe.”
Her eyes well up, and she throws her arms around my neck, nearly knocking me backward.
“I don’t know what to say,” she whispers against my neck.
I laugh, wrapping my arms around her waist and lifting her off her feet. “So you like it?”
“Like it?” She pulls back to look at me, her eyes shining. “I haven't even seen it yet, and I already love it. Show me everything.”
I set her down and take her hand. “Come on in then!”
We race through the revolving doors like excited kids, and I watch as Gela's face lights up at the marble lobby and the soaring ceilings. The building is completely empty right now, and I lead her to the private elevator.
“This goes straight to your floor,” I tell her as I press the button for the top level. “Without any stops, so there’ll be a guard stationed downstairs.”
The elevator shoots upward, and Gela bounces on her toes, excited beyond belief. When the doors slide open, she gasps.
“Holy shit, Valentin.”
The reception area gleams with polished wood and soft, recessed lighting. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcase the Boston skyline, and sleek, modern furniture dots the space.
“Come on.” I tug her forward. “There's more.”
We race through the conference room with its massive table and state-of-the-art presentation equipment. We peek into smaller offices meant for future employees. I show her the kitchen area with its espresso machine and mini fridge.
Her smile grows wider and wider.
“And now,” I say, stopping in front of a set of double doors at the end of the hallway, “for the main event.”
I push the doors open to her office. It's twice the size of the others, with three walls of windows and a beautiful, dark writing desk.
There’s a small seating area near the bar, and cozy chairs sprinkled around for when larger groups of people gather.
“This…this is mine?” she gapes.
“Tell me you like it.” I tug her in, my heart racing with excitement. I designed everything in here just to make her happy.
She pulls her hand away and steps inside, still shaking her head as she walks over to her desk and mindlessly trails her fingers over it.
“This is... Valentin, I don't even have words.” She turns to me, her cheeks flushed with joy.
“Look at the view,” I tell her, walking to the windows.
She joins me, and we stare out at the city spread below us, the harbor glittering in the distance.
“I can see everything from here,” she whispers.
“That's the idea.” I wrap my arms around her from behind. “You’ll be on top of the world, here, Gela Jones. The world that’s far too small to contain the likes of you.”
She turns in my arms, and the light sparkles in her eyes. “Thank you for supporting me the whole day.”
“I love you,” I say simply. “I want you to have everything you deserve.”
She kisses me then, soft and sweet at first, then deeper, her hands sliding into my hair. When she pulls back, there's a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“I should test out my new chair,” she says, walking backward toward it, never breaking eye contact.
My mouth goes dry as she sits and runs her hands agonizingly slow, like a tease, along the armrests. “Very comfortable.”
And then, to my surprise, she stands again, walks around to the front of the desk, and with one sweep of her arm, clears it of papers, pens, and a stapler.
Everything clatters to the floor.
“Much better,” she says, hopping up to sit on the edge. She leans back on her hands, her skirt riding up her thighs. “Want to christen the office?”
Fuck.
My cock hardens instantly at the sight of her sitting there with her legs all parted and that wicked smile on her face. She runs a hand up her thigh, pushing her skirt higher, and I groan.
“Is that a yes, Mr. Yuri?” she teases.
I cross over and reach for the back of her neck, pulling her toward me. She gasps, and I swallow the sound with the brush of my lips. She moans against my lips as she kisses me back, her hands already working roughly at removing my tie.
“I'll take that as a yes,” she breathes between kisses.
I push her back until she's sitting properly on the desk and slide my hands up her soft, creamy thighs, pushing her skirt higher. I feel her skin prickle between my hands, the heat between us turning to steam.
She's wearing those black lace panties I love, the ones that drive me absolutely wild.
“These need to go,” I murmur, hooking my fingers into the waistband.
She lifts her hips, and I slide them slowly down her thighs, dropping to my knees as I do. I look up at her, glistening for me, and stand back up again.
She watches me like a huntress as I unleash my belt and let it drop. Her eyes fall between my legs, and I let my pants and boxers drop.
I hear her take a sharp breath when my cock springs free.
“Already hard, huh?” she murmurs as I step between her legs.
“Have you seen yourself?” I murmur and slide my fingers against her, finding her already wet. She gasps when I push one finger inside, curling it in a manner that makes her eyes roll back.
“Val,” she moans, leaning back on her arms.
I nip at the long lines of her neck and jam in another finger, feeling her flutter around me. I begin to circle in slow, fast sweeps, and her breathing quickens. She grips the edge of the desk, her body rocking with the way I fuck her with my fingers.
God, she’s soaking. My fingers drip with her already, and my cock throbs for more.
I pull my hand out from between her legs and make space for myself, instead, positioning myself just right before teasing her with just the tip of my cock.
Her legs wrap around my waist, trying to pull me deeper.
I still tease.
“I’ve got a business to run in this office, so we’d better make it quick,” she growls like a vixen, and pulls me forward with her legs, pushing herself on my cock.
I feel a gush of blood hit my head and groan at how good that feels. She's tight and hot around me, and it takes everything I have not to lose it right here.
“Jesus, Gela,” I hiss, gripping her hips to hold her still for a moment.
I pull back and thrust into her, setting a steady rhythm that has her gasping with each stroke. Her hands find my shoulders, nails digging in through my shirt.
When she begs me to go harder, I pick up the pace.
She leans forward to whisper in my ear, her breath hot against my skin. “Look at us, fucking while all of Boston watches.”
I glance at the windows surrounding us, the city laid out before us like an audience.
“You're trouble, you know that?” I growl, nipping at her earlobe, feeling so damn high I could die.
She laughs, but the laugh turns into a sexy little moan when I change the angle and hit the back of her walls.
Suddenly, it's not enough for me. I need more of her, all of her. I pull out, ignoring her whine of protest.
“Bend over,” I ask as I dig my hands on her hips, my voice rough with need.
Her eyes widen with pleasure, and she turns around, bending forward across the desk with her ass in the air. I run my hands over the curve of it, appreciating the view for a moment before positioning myself behind her.
In one move, I'm inside her again, deeper than before, in this new position. She cries out, and her forehead drops against the desk.
I grip her hips with one hand, and tangle the other through her hair, pulling just enough to make her arch her back. The sight of her like this, spread out on her desk, and taking me so perfectly, gets me on the edge of spilling over.
I feel the pleasure building in the base of my spine, ready to erupt.
“God, Valentin,” she moans. “Just like that. Don't stop.”
I pound into her, fucking her harder. She grips the edge and plants her cheek to the desk, her eyes closed like she’s in that sweet spot between pleasure and pain.
And then, I watch as Gela Jones slides a hand down her side to reach for her clit.
I begin to buck harder.
I feel her tighten around me as she circles her clit, and I know she's close from how her legs begin to tremble. I am too, the pressure overflowing like a dam’s been let loose.
“Oh my god, Valentin,” she mewls in that voice I know no one else has ever heard. Soft, coy, vixen.
“Come for me, Gela,” I hiss, and I slam into her more erratically, slowly losing control as I chase my own release.
Her body tenses and she cries out, really fucking loud, just before she shudders as she cums. Her muscles squeeze me so tight, I near damn see stars.
It's enough to push me over the edge, and I follow her, emptying myself inside her with a groan.
For a moment, we just stay like that, panting, sweaty, still as one. Then I carefully pull out and help her stand, turning her to face me. Her hair is a mess, her skirt is bunched around her waist, and she's never looked more beautiful.
“Well.” She gives me a slow, lazy smile, “I think we've properly inaugurated the office.”
I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, my heart so full it might burst. “Think we might make a habit of it?”
She smiles, soft and sweet. “I love you, Valentin Yuri, but that’s a hell no. Now, get out of my office.”
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THE END