Virgin for Sale

“I don’t like this.”

“We’re not at Cherry anymore. There’s nothing for you to like or hate. Just tell me your name.”

“It’s Faye Carter.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Faye.”

His gaze moves down my body, and I hate that I respond. I like him looking at me as if he wants to eat me.

“I can’t believe it has been six months since I last saw you. When you left me without a backward glance.”

“I really need to get to work.”

Suddenly, this job doesn’t exactly look like a good idea.

He doesn’t move.

His gaze still on me. Waiting.

My pussy is slick.

The scent of his cologne is turning me on; that and the closeness. He’s got that alpha caveman thing going on right now.

He’s so much taller than I am.

It’s almost surreal that we’ve been naked together, screwing. That he was my first.

I’ve not been with any other man, so right now, he’s still my only one and boy, did he make it hard for me to even think of getting someone to compare him to.

His cell phone rings, breaking the spell.

answers the call though. I watch him

“Yes.”

out the conversation, but he

He listens a few minutes and then pockets his cell

back to the wall on

He takes a lock of my hair. It’s short, to my neck and feathered. I like the

very much like the way he did back at Cherry. The action takes me by surprise, and I drop the damn files

close and the action has caused me to press my body against his. Grabbing onto his shoulders for support I cry out as his

he gives me is hard. He tightens his grip in my hair, making me cry

It feels so good.

but the instant hit of arousal floods my panties as he presses me against the wall. His other hand goes to my hip, locking me in place, and there’s nowhere to

inside my mouth, and I taste the coffee

This is so wrong.

He’s the boss.

I’m a mere employee.

bad. So very

maybe a backbone, I don’t

“We can’t do this.”

“Why the fuck not?”

“You’re the boss.”

do whatever I want, and I

on his chest, I shake my head. “I need

paid wasn’t enough for you? You need

a switch,

touch, I sink to the floor and quickly start picking up

“Faye?”

I want this job. Hard work isn’t something I’ve

job, even knowing he’s here, I love it. It is filled

wound me deeply with a few choice words, isn’t going to change that. Unless he has a cause to fire me and I am