The Billionaire's Valentine Vixen

I shake the thought away as Roan comes into the bedroom, looking at me like I’m a tasty meal.

“How you doing, baby?”

“Good. I’m ready to head out.” He comes over and my body immediately reacts. He’s my own personal Pavlov, because my pussy starts drooling every time I see him.

My belly flutters as the low throb between my legs intensifies.

“Me too. Linnie fell asleep after one chapter. She read to me first, then I took over and she was out. What four-year-old wants to read Dante’s Inferno?”

I giggle. I’ve grown wildly attached to her already, even though Roan and I have tried to keep our new situation on the down-low, telling her I’m still just a friend and keeping our PDA off until we feel it’s the right time and place for her to understand why I’ve jumped into the deep end of their lives so quickly.

“She’s a special girl,” I answer, tossing my backpack with my laptop onto my shoulder.

“You’re a special girl.” Roan’s lips brush mine and a sadness knots inside of me knowing I’m leaving this fairytale palace and returning to the dungeon that has been my life. Or at least it is a dungeon in comparison to this.

He breaks the soft kiss and takes my hand as we walk down the back stairway, hand in hand. Over the last three days, I’ve watched and listened to Roan doing business and then, in contrast, watched him with Linnie, Renata, and of course with me.

He’s wildly possessive and protective of all three of us, but with me he’s leveled up in ways I didn’t think I’d enjoy, but man, I do.

There was an electrician here yesterday doing some work on the lights in the pool enclosure. When I walked in with Linnie in our matching yellow bathing suits and the poor dude made the mistake of looking at us a fraction of a second too long, Roan nearly lost his mind telling him he was going to remove his eyeballs if he couldn’t keep them on the business at hand.

Poor guy practically broke his neck trying not to let his gaze fall anywhere near us until he finally finished what he was doing and made a hasty retreat, telling Roan he was missing some part and would be back.

The late afternoon sun is fading. It’s been clear and cold since the snowstorm, and the roads have long since been cleared, so I should have no problem making good time back for my shift at the club.

“I’ll see you in the morning. Tell your sister I hope she feels better. Message me when you get to your there, but no texting and driving, got it?” Roan stops, his hand on the knob of the front door. “If I find out you are, you’re going to have a red ass to remind you of following the rules.”

“Sure thing,” I answer, pretending to be a tad irritated at his demand but deep down it’s one of the things I love about him. He’s crazy obsessed with what I’m thinking, feeling, doing… And the way he acted with the electrician, I’m sure if he found out about what I do for a living, he’d come in the club and stab every man in there who looked at me.

I never thought I’d enjoy being so possessed by a man.

“Straight to your sister’s. If you stop, have any problems, anything at all, you call me. You guys are just hanging out at her house, right?”

“That’s the plan.”

“Good.” He looks down at my baggy jeans and the oversized navy-blue sweater I stole from his closet, and on top my thick pea coat. Very not sexy. “I like your outfit.” He reaches around and takes a handful of my ass and my nipples harden.

“You liked me naked in the pool last night.”

“Wardrobe rules will vary. But, when you’re not with me,” he looks me up and down, “boyish and baggy will be in season every time.”

“If you say so.”

“I do.” He lets go of my ass and gives it a smack. “Now, close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“Just do it, baby.”

“Fine.” I squeeze my eyes shut and I feel the cold air from outside hit me as he opens the door.

His hands are on my shoulders as he guides me forward a few steps until I can tell I’m outside the door, standing on the stone porch.

“Open,” he whispers in my ear, and the bright light outside blinds me for a moment before I see the red bow.

“What the—” I start, squinting into the blinding white of the snow and sunshine, looking at a bright yellow Hummer with a ridiculously big red bow on the hood. “You didn’t.” I fuss. “I’m not comfortable with you buying me things like this, Roan.”

“Too bad.” He reaches into his pocket and hands me a key fob. “It’s in your name, so no refusing.”