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.

he

up his

not back in

in his

breaks from the kiss, his lips trailing

you’re wet for me right now, aren’t you? So horny, so ready to be fucked. Have you had any men

“No.”

tight cunt is still new at

whimper. “This

wrong if you

be thinking about company

the boss. I can write any rule I want to suit my needs. This is why I’m going to keep bringing it up. You want me, Faye. Your nipples are so fucking hard right now, I bet they’d be so beautiful if

leans down, my cell phone lets off an alarm

want this. That’s what makes it so bad. I want him and his mouth even if it could cost me

to go pick up my

is she this

own private affair.

you, I’m more than happy

that kiss, I’d wasted time. I need a ride. I only

Chapter Eight

Chase

ever had. This woman, she’s like a fucking addiction. The best kind of

isn’t far wrong. If her cell phone hadn’t interrupted, those tits would have been on full display for my lips. Six months away from her was too