A Valentine 
For Valentino

© Tuesday Morrigan, 2006. All Rights Reserved. 

Chapter One
Guilt Tripping Favors
 
Jacinda wiped her sweaty palms against the denim that clung to her thick thighs. She was once again reminded of the fact that she hated jeans. She was normally a sweatpants kind of girl, but she figured she had to get dressed to see her friend. So she wore the only pair of jeans that still fit. 
She took a deep breathe and opened the sterile white door. 
Jacinda hated hospitals. No, to be perfectly honest, she absolutely detested hospitals. 
She had seen too much death in hospitals to trust them. 
Her heart beat a staccato rhythm as she entered the room that would be her best friend, Abigail’s home for the next two weeks. 
The sterile scent of death assailed her immediately. She took a gasping breathe and stepped back. “Come in,” Abigail’s whispery voice called. Jacinda turned breathed in the air from the hall and entered the room. 
“How are you feeling?” Jacinda asked as she made her way over to Abigail’s supine body. 
“I’m feeling much better now that they drugged me,” Abigail croaked out with a wry grin. “Much better.”
“Good. I’m glad to hear that.”
Jacinda sat at the seat beside Abigail’s bed. She took the pale white lifeless hand that lay in front of her. “You really should consider having a roommate.”
“We’re back on this,” Abigail groaned dramatically. 
“You need someone there in that big, empty apartment when you get home.”
Abigail turned to her. She shook her blonde head no. The sight of the brittle yellow strands flying around her face, reminded Jacinda of just how sick Abigail’s viral infection had made her. 
“They’re keeping me here to make sure that they got everything. They want to make sure I’m virus free.”
“At least someone is looking out for your health. You sure as hell aren’t.”
“I don’t even know the name of the virus I have. How could I have prevented myself from getting it?”
“They didn’t tell you what you have?”
Abigail shrugged one slim shoulder. “Oh they told me alright. I just can’t pronounce it,” she said with a sly smile. “I never was any good at Bio.”
“Good point. Well, I’m glad you’re going to be fine. I was really worried about you.”
Abigail’s eyes misted over. “I know you were. The fact that you’re here tells me that.” Abigail grabbed her hand. “I have a favor to ask of you.”

* * * * *
Jacinda pulled at the skirt of the simple black dress she wore. It was an unconscious action. When the man behind the hotel desk glanced at her she stopped immediately. 
She was nervous and it was starting to show. 
She counted to ten and took a step towards the front desk. Her feet wouldn’t carry her any farther. Jacinda was forced to mentally run through all the reasons why she had to step up to the front desk. 
The two reasons that stuck out in her mind were: number one, she needed the extra cash. More and more she was strapped for cash. Just last month she had to work a whole extra week of nights at the restaurant just to get enough money to pay the electricity bill. 
Reason number two was that Abigail was depending on her. 
And Abigail had the habit of using of Jacinda’s guilt against her. As a little girl, Jacinda’s mother had gotten her to admit to any and every crime by simply looking at her, even if she wasn’t the criminal. 
Abigail had the same damned ability. 
“You can do this, Jackie,” she muttered to herself before taking the last few steps to the front desk.  
The perfectly groomed, beautiful man behind the desk gave her a carefully crafted lovely smile that didn’t quite reach his soft brown eyes. 
She gave him a brittle smile back. 
“I’m here to see Mr. Velázquez,” she said. Jacinda was surprised to hear her own voice. Her tongue felt too thick in her mouth. She sent a silent prayer up to the one above that her words hadn’t slurred. 
She knew she couldn’t survive that kind of embarrassment. 
The depth of the concierge’s smile increased. This time the warmth of his smile reached his eyes. “Yes, Ms. Deveridge, Mr. Velázquez has provided a key for you.”
He turned and grabbed a small red envelope from the exquisite small table behind him. Jacinda stared at the little parcel in his smooth, tanned palm for several seconds. So long he asked, “Mademoiselle is everything in order?”
She flinched at his soft voice. “Oh yes,” she said before snatching the envelope from his hand. She started to head towards the elevators at the end of the hall when his soft voice stopped her in her tracks. 
“Mademoiselle?”
She turned slowly. “Yes?” she asked cautiously. He had come from behind his desk. This is the part where he throws you out of his infamous five star hotel, her mind said snidely. 
“Mr. Velázquez is in the penthouse. You must use the special elevator,” he said softly. 
“Oh.”
He turned and she followed, unsure of what else to do or say. She was in way over her head. 
The long ride up to the penthouse suite was silent and tense. She couldn’t stop her wandering eyes from darting glances at the statue-like giant who manned the elevator. “Here you are, ma’am.”
She jerked and looked out into the hall. “Thank you,” she said thickly. Her tongue was swollen once again. 
She stared at the door for several moments before tentatively knocking. Five minutes later she realized no one was coming to open the door. Around minute seven when she was unsure of what to do because she couldn’t go back downstairs, and she couldn’t enter the penthouse, she realized she was clutching the red envelope the concierge had given. 
Jacinda tore it open with trembling fingers. There was a piece of paper inside and something that glittered in the fluorescent hallway lighting. She pulled the note out, quickly read it, and felt her breathe leave her over-inflated lungs. 
Her sweat-slickened palm could barely hold the silver key that she dumped into her hand. 
Jacinda had to take several deep breathes before she felt like she had enough strength to slide the key into its slot. 
The sound of the door unlocking thundered through her system. Her heart skimped a million beats when the door slowly opened. The soft hiss of the greased hinges moving sounded like a marching band stomping over her grave. She couldn’t help shivering as shudders of unease racked her body. 
 Jacinda took a step into the palatial suite and quickly realized that there was no one there. The cavernous apartment was dark, still and empty. 
As it should be. Velázquez’s note said that he would not be there for – she glanced at the simple watch on her wrist – for another hour. 
 It was the longest hour in her life. 
At exactly ten o’ clock, Jacinda hear the soft slide of a key being inserted in the front door. Her hands tightened into fists at her sides. She didn’t dare stand. She was deathly afraid her legs wouldn’t hold her. 
She was nervous as hell. She was standing in for Abigail as Velázquez's date for some charity event that his company ran every Valentine’s Day for the American Heart Associaton. And even though Abigail informed her that Velázquez knew exactly what to expect, Jacinda was expecting his rejection. Abigail was a friend and she saw Jacinda in a way that Valentino Velázquez, recluse millionaire would not see.  
He took two steps into the room and his eyes widened. 
Looking in those bright blue eyes, Jacinda felt her worse fear come to life. He was shocked by her. 
As he should be. Valentino Velázquez was literally the crème de la crème. In front of her was a man that gifted with beauty, brains, and a birthright. 
Valentino Velázquez was six feet two inches of beautiful Brazilian male with midnight hair, bright blue eyes, and a body that made every straight woman’s mouth water. Jacinda had looked him up on Google before coming that night and the pictures on the web didn’t do the man justice. 
The worst part was that he wasn’t just beautiful, he was smart. The little bio she found spoke of a man who liked to learn as much as Einstein. He had gone to Stuyvesant, one of the nation’s best private high schools, where he graduated first in his class. Then he had gone on to Harvard, graduated with a double degree in economics and philosophy, and summa cum laude. Next on the list was his honorable stint at Northwestern where he acquired both a J.D. and an M.B.A. in four years. 
Now he headed the fortune 500 company his father had built. 
“Jacinda Deveridge, I presume,” he said softly. 
She nodded her head yes, unable to do anything more. The soft rumbling sound of his accent was nearly her undoing. 
Like most people, she was a sucker for a lovely accent. 
“I’m Valentino Velázquez.”
She couldn’t help lifting one eyebrow at that. As if she didn’t know who he was. Every woman in the world with a television or newspaper had heard of him. 
He gave her a soft smirk. “I see you’ve heard of me.”
“Uh, yes, Mr. Velázquez.”
“Valentino. I think Mr. Velázquez is too formal for our relationship.”
“Relationship?” she squeaked out. He better not think that… 
“I’m not sure what you’re relationship with Abigail was but I’m not…not,” she finished with a murmur. 
He stared into her eyes for several seconds. She was going to get the boot. Jacinda finally found the strength to lock her knees, stood, and took a step towards the door. 
“My relationship with Abigail was never like that and I didn’t expect you to be…that. I only want you to accompany me to this damned event. Can’t exactly have the whole world thinking I can’t get a date to my own party?”
She chewed her bottom lip as she regarded him. She could feel the question bubbling in her throat. The man was absolute perfection, so…
He gave her an indulgent smile. “Go ahead and ask.”
She dare feign confusion for a second. “Why do you need an escort when there are literally millions of women would want to be your date?”
“Because I learned at a fairly young age that I don’t like the business of love.”
“Oh.”
He gave her another soft smile and walked across the room. He dropped his keys and the small pile of letters in his hand on the coffee table before making his way towards one of the halls. He looked over one large shoulder. His gaze roamed over her body. “I assume Abigail told you I would provide the dress?”
“Yeah,” she said as she fingered the hem of her red outfit. “I wore this so I could get through the door.”
He laughed at her. The rich sound was almost jarring considering the situation. Jacinda instinctively knew he didn’t do the act enough. Something in his beautiful man’s life had made him hard. 
“I think this night is going to more entertaining than normal,” he said before turning and walking down the hall. 

Valentino was right. He had hired more women than he could count to accompany him on the endless number of soirees, dinners, and dances he was obligated to go to and there had never be a woman that made him feel as comfortable as Jacinda did.
Then again there wasn’t a woman that made him feel as sexually aroused. 
He felt like he was sixteen all over again. He couldn’t seem to keep his cock from getting erect. Just when he thought he had it under control Jacinda would laugh or smile and he would be rock hard all over again. 
The soft lull of the pianist playing drifted through the air. Then there was the sweet sound of the famous R&B songbird’s soprano voice. Valentino turned to the woman beside him. She was in mid sentence, dazzling one of his business partners with her honesty and frankness. She was also teaching Albert a lot about the chain of department stores he owned. She believed he needed to consider expanding the range of articles of clothing and necessities available for plus size woman. 
“I know there’s a market, but I’m not sure our store is willing to cater to that market,” he said with his head cocked to the side. Valentino knew Albert well enough to know that the unconscious act meant he was seriously considering the idea. He just wanted you to convince him it was a good investment. 
“Women my size like to shop as much as the size twos, but we haven’t found a department store that willing to, in case, cater to our needs and you could be that store.”
Valentino drifted off; content to watch her mouth move, even though he wasn’t hearing much, if anything, she said.  He was happy to fantasy about her plump lips wrapped around his cock. Or better yet, his mouth on her pussy. 
He wasn’t sure how long he watched, but his interest was piqued by something she said. He sat up a little straighter and took notice of her words. 
“All women of all sizes enjoy finding lingerie that fits then and looks beautiful on them.”
Valentino couldn’t help picturing her in lingerie. “Excuse me, Albert,” he said to the other man. He grabbed Jacinda and almost forcibly pulled her from the table. “Let’s dance,” he growled. 
His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her tight to him. He took a step forward. She moved with him. He immediately felt a sigh of relief at the feel of her body against his. 
“I’m sorry,” he muttered. 
Her vivid brown eyes stared up at him. She gave him a slow smile. “You’re forgiven.”
His arm moved lower, sitting right above the curve of her ass, and pulled her closer to him. She stiffened for a moment. There was no doubt in his mind that it was because his erection pressed against her belly. Valentino pushed Jacinda a little closer still. 
“I can handle my attraction,” he whispered as they moved on the dance floor.
Her wide eyes connected with his. There was shock and disbelief there. “What?” he asked almost impatiently. He immediately wanted to curse. He was getting coarse and unruly under the strain of his desire. 
“You’re attracted to me?”
He took a step forward and brushed his erection against the soft mound of her belly to emphasize his words. “I want you, Jacinda.”

 

Chapter Two
The Business of Lust

“How would you feel if I asked you to spend the week with me, all of Valentine’s week?” Valentino murmured as his lips nuzzled her neck. Lightening flashes of heat streaked across her body with every brush of his petal soft lips. It made it hard for Jacinda to think. 
“Do you have a lot of charity dinners and parties planned this week?”
He shook his head. His midnight hair brushed against her face and neck heating her already simmering veins. “I was thinking of cancelling all my apartments and spending the week here with you.”
“Doing what?” she asked softly. His lips had drifted up her neck to kiss the fragile skin beneath her chin. She waited with baited breath for him to reach her lips. 
“You,” he whispered seconds before his lips claimed hers. 
Jacinda was drowning in his kiss. There was no other way to describe the suffocating, intoxicating feeling of having Valentino’s lips on hers, his mouth moving over her, his tongue thrusting through her parted lips to touch and taste every inch of her. 
They were both breathing hard when he broke off the kiss. 
The glittering glare in his vivid blue eyes sent a shudder down her spine. “Do you want me?” he asked. 
She stared at him for long, tense seconds before she licked her lips and answered. “Yes.”
His eyes slammed shut and he groaned an expletive. The fan of his midnight lashes slowly fluttered open. He stared at her. “I’m not man enough for you, but lord knows I want you.”
His moist breathe wafted over her face. “I’ve never been attracted to a woman as much as I’ve been attracted to you. I want to be with you. I want to touch you, love you, fuck you. I want to pleasure you all night. I want to do things to you that will make you scream. I want to taste your cunt. I want to eat your pussy. I want you to suck my cock. I want to fuck you. Tell me I can’t. Tell me no.”
Jacinda stared in his emerald eyes. The churning emotion she saw there made the muscles in her stomach jump. Moisture pooled in her panties. She was aroused, aroused by the desire she saw in Valentino’s eyes, aroused by the thought of his hands on her body. She was plain and simply aroused. 
By him. 
“Tell me no,” Valentino whispered harshly.  “Tell me I can’t have you.”
She threaded her fingers in his silky, dark hair and pulled him down. Her lips brushed against his in a soft, almost comforting kiss. 
“I need you, Valentino,” she whispered. 
The light in his eyes flared into an inferno. He muttered something indecipherable against her lips and lifted her in his arms. Jacinda was delighted and enthralled by the obvious strength in Valentino. She was no light weight. She was after all a solid size sixteen, but he had lifted her like she was size zero Hollywood actress.
He fairly ran to the bedroom. She barely got a second to catch her breathe before he threw her down onto the bed. His hands were immediately upon her, touching her, caressing her, sliding along every inch of exposed skin. 
Considering the speed with which he ran Jacinda had been expecting him to be quick and harsh. But Valentino took his time touching and exploring every inch of her body. He placed teasing kisses all over her face, before snaking a path down her body, over her exposed chest, before he slowly lowered the straps of the simple, beautiful designer sheath dress he’d purchased her. 
The audible sound of his gasped breath forced her eyes open. The look in his indigo eyes nearly stole the little breathe in her lungs. His gaze lifted to connect with hers. 
He took a breath and she watched the rise and fall of his massive chest. “You’re absolutely beautiful,” he whispered. A small smile tugged at his firm mouth. “And you’re all mine.”
She was thankful she’d gone out and bought the brand new black underwear set. The price was worth it. 
The look in his eyes told her that he planned to do a lot with her. She didn’t have time to process that thought. His lips were on her, drugging her with the erotic touch of his tongue as his large, callused hands skimmed over the full mounds of her breasts. 
Valentino crushed her into the mattress. He lifted one breast from its lace cage and plucked the nipple. She groaned against his mouth. He groaned and repeated the caress, this time pinching a little harder. 
The slight pain with her pleasure was almost too delicious to endure. Her hips lifted off the bed to meet his. She brushed her pelvis across his erection as her hands pulled at his hair. 
He stilled for a second before rubbing the bulge of his swollen manhood against her cleft. He groaned something against the parted seam of her lips. “I wanted to take this slow,” she finally managed to decipher. 
“I want you now,” she groaned. “We can go slowly later,” she rasped out. 
He gave her a wicked smile. “Good. I’ll feast on you later.”
Within moments they removed each other’s clothes. 
Jacinda stared open mouthed at Valentino’s naked body. She knew she was being obtuse, laying there with her mouth open, but she couldn’t seem to get her mind to function long enough to shut it. The man was an absolute god.
His body was just as perfectly crafted as she had envisioned when she first glanced at him. His mountainous shoulders seemed to blow out the light. The heavy plane of his chest was an intoxicating plain of small hills and valley until her eyes reached the washboard abs that were a dream come true. 
Her eyes drifted a little lower and Jacinda caught her breath. The gods had blessed him in that area with apparently as much abundance as they did every part of his life. He was magnificent. 
He slowly made his way to her, cock bobbing in the air. She struggled to lie down and keep her breath steady. Then he was once again, on top of her pushing her into the mattress with his massive body weight. She delighted in the feeling. 
One hand grasped her head to keep her still for his plundering kiss. The other drifted between their bodies to seek the nest of curls between her thick thighs. He quickly found her clitoris. 
Valentino plucked the swollen bud.  Jacinda groaned against his lips, struggling for breath as his determined mouth and talented fingers robbed her of breathe. Her closed eyes allowed her to concentrate on her pleasure as she moved her hips with his fingers and against his fingers. Almost suddenly her orgasm was upon her. Valentino broke off their kiss mere seconds before her shattering cry of satisfaction was ripped from her throat by his merciless hands. 
When she opened her eyes, Valentino was fitting his sheathed manhood to the slit in her pussy. He leaned over her, dropped his head against hers, and drew in rough, sawing breaths of air. He slowly made his way into her, inch by tantalizing inch until he was balls deep inside her.
Jacinda gasped at the overwhelming sense of fullness. Valentino was so large, she could feel her vaginal muscles stretched to accommodate him. 
He stayed motionless, waiting for her to adjust for long seconds. The fact brought tears to her eyes. She knew how much he wanted her, but he didn’t want to hurt her with desire. 
She took silent inventory of her body and realized the discomfort was no longer there. She still felt full, but pleasantly full. 
“Valentino,”
“Thank God,” he groaned and then withdrew. He almost immediately surged back inside her. They groaned in unison. He stroked out once again before slamming back home. Her head fell back, her body bowed, and she dug her short nails into the firm muscles of his ass. Their pace immediately changed. It became more frenzied. 
There was no telling how long they went at it. 
Jacinda only knew it felt like forever. No man she’d ever met or even read about had a stamina that matched Valentino’s. He kept her so high, so close to that precipice that she was certain she was going to cum any moment and yet just far enough away that her pleasure became pain and her pain became her pleasure. 
He stroked hard, deep, hitting one of her pleasure points and suddenly Jacinda was erupting with the force and heat of a volcano. The shrill sound of her scream echoed through the pungent air. Her spasms were so hard, her pussy clenched so tight, she felt Valentino’s cock jerk in her cunt’s grip before he followed her down into the abyss of pleasure. 
He groaned her name before sputtering the last of his seed inside of her.