Virgin for Sale

“Sir, I was wondering if I could leave.” I’ve been toying with what to call him all day. Sir, Mr. Dunce, asshole—the list is endless. “Sir” seems more respectful to me, or at least I thought it did.

He lifts up his head.

For several seconds he doesn’t say a word.

I watch as he stands up and walks around the front of his desk. He keeps on looking at me.

“Come here.”

It was very much the same instruction he gave me in that room.

Stepping into his office, I stand a few feet away from him.

“Closer.”

Going right up to him, I gasp as he grips the back of my neck, drawing my body close to him.

I’m flush against him, his cock pressing against my hip. He’s rock-hard, and there’s no denying what he wants. He wants me.

When he slams his lips down on mine, I moan. Gripping the lapels of his jacket, I hold on as his kiss turns hard, almost violent as he nips at my lips. That kiss has the power to destroy me.

Moisture floods my panties as my arousal grows. I want him.

I don’t want him to stop.

neck as his other hand holds the cheek of my ass. The last time we were together, he left bruises on my flesh. Each time I looked in the

takes the kiss, I run my hands up his chest to wrap around his neck. This shouldn’t be

not back in that

alone in his

from the kiss, his lips trailing down

me right now, aren’t you? So horny, so ready to be fucked.

“No.”

still new at taking a

“This is

if

be thinking about

I can write any rule I want to suit my needs. This is why I’m going to keep bringing it up. You

lets off an alarm

makes it so bad. I want him and his

go pick up my

she this

appointment.” My sister’s business is her own private affair. There’s no way I’m

than happy to help. Let’s go

take no for an answer, and with that kiss, I’d wasted time. I

Chapter Eight

Chase

addiction. The best kind of whiskey that money could buy. She sits in the passenger seat, looking like I’m going

Six months away from her was too fucking long. If she thinks I am