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.

as he answers the call though. I watch him click a button

“Yes.”

out the conversation,

No need to panic.” He listens a few minutes

his hands go back to the wall on either side of

of my hair. It’s short, to my neck and feathered. I

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

has caused me to press my body against his. Grabbing onto his shoulders for support I cry

me is hard. He tightens his grip in my hair, making me cry out as he attacks

It feels so good.

this, 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

tongue plunges inside my mouth, and I taste the coffee

This is so wrong.

He’s the boss.

I’m a mere employee.

is bad. So

maybe a backbone, I don’t know which,

“We can’t do this.”

“Why the fuck not?”

“You’re the boss.”

I can do whatever I want, and I

on his chest, I

enough for you? You need more?

a switch, I

his touch, I sink to the floor and quickly start picking up the damn files. “Could you

“Faye?”

job.” I want this job. Hard work

job, even knowing he’s here, I love it. It is filled with challenges and rewards, and everything I

a few choice words, isn’t going to change that. Unless he