~ALINA’S POV~
The leather seat creaked as Valentino reached between us, his fingers deftly working his belt buckle open.
The clink of metal, the slow drag of leather through loops—every sound sent a fresh pulse of heat between my thighs.
His gaze never left mine, dark and commanding, as he pushed his pants down just enough to free himself.
Oh God.
Even half-hard, he was massive, thick and heavy in his own grip, the tip already glistening with precum.
My mouth watered just looking at him.
“Moglie,” he rasped, his voice rough with need.
He reclined the seat back with one hand, the motor whirring softly as it lowered him into a near-horizontal position.
His free hand wrapped around mine, guiding my fingers to his throbbing length.
The second I touched him, he groaned, his hips jerki
