Belle and Valentine by Tressie Lockwood Read Free Book Online

naked. Fair game.”
    He swiped the screen of his phone right in front of her and read the messages from Dixie. Several calls missed and three texts. Two were suggestive, and one was a picture of the woman in a sheet. One false move and all would be revealed.
    “For real?” Zuria snapped.
    Fane handed her the phone but kept her encircled in his arms. His palm flattened on her belly and lowered toward her pussy. She stopped him. “Why are you giving me this?”
    “Am I yours?” he asked.
    She looked at him over her shoulder. “For now.”
    “Then how will you handle it?”
    The phone rang while she held it. Dixie called again. Talk about persistent. Zuria answered, lowering her voice and thickening it as if she’d just awakened. “Hello? Who’s this?”
    “Z-Zuria?” Dixie shrieked.
    “Yeah, who’s this?”
    “What are you doing with Fane’s phone?” she demanded, and Zuria had to bite back a laugh at the croak in her voice.
    Fane shook his head, his green eyes full of amusement. Then he said, “Mm, baby, who is it? Get off the phone and come back to bed.”
    The line went dead in Zuria’s ear, and she burst out laughing. “That was wrong, Fane. She could have been hurt.”
    “Do you think so?”
    She rolled her eyes. “No. She was trying to hold her grandmother’s property over your head to get you back, instead of making a business deal. I don’t have any pity for her.”
    “Exactly. Besides, I was serious.”
    She wrinkled her brow. “About what?”
    He slipped his hand out from under hers and cupped her mound. “You coming back to bed.”
    A sigh of pleasure left her lips, and her head dropped onto his shoulder before she knew what she was doing. The phone tumbled from her fingers, but Fane caught it and set it on the nightstand. He walked her toward the bed, but she came to her senses and held her ground.
    “No way, mister. You’re killing the mood.”
    He spun her to face him, picked her up, and tossed her on the bed. “You agreed to never tell me no, remember?”
    She scooted away from the edge of the bed as he eyed her bare snatch with hunger. “I’m not.”
    He sighed when she drew out his name in a whine. “Fine, but stay right there. I want those legs open and ready for me when I get back.”
    Fane disappeared into the bathroom, and when she heard the shower come on, she couldn’t resist leaving the bed and walking over to the doorway. Steam billowed out of the shower, and she watched with an interested gaze as Fane stripped off sweats. The man’s back was a study in muscular perfection, and his ass made her bite her lip. She waited until he stepped into the shower and shut the glass door behind him and then moved closer. Water dripped down over Fane’s sexy body as he stood beneath the spray, and the scent of Gillette body wash permeated the air, making her mouth water.
    She opened the shower door. Fane paused in washing his body to look at her, an eyebrow raised, suds in his messy hair. Her heart hammered. She slid her gaze down over the plains of his body, taking in every contour, even ridge and ripple, down to the slowly rising erection between his legs. When she climbed in with him, he moved back to make room, and she laid palms on his abs, feeling the taut skin beneath her fingertips. Taking her time, she lowered to her knees and then held his cock between her hands. Fane gave a noisy intake of breath, but he didn’t try to stop her.
    “I want…” she began.
    “Take what you want,” he said.
    She licked the tip of his cock and then pushed the thick head between her lips to give it a long suck. Fane groaned. She knew how to please him in the short time they had been together and took him deep into her throat then worked his shaft from bottom to top using her mouth and her hands. She cupped his ball sac and gave it a gentle massage. Fane thrust a hand against the wall, air hissing between his teeth. She knew by the slight movement of his hips forward and back, he ached to