Virgin for Sale

Chapter 17

“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.

time we were together, he left bruises on

hands up his chest to wrap around his

not back in that

alone in

his lips trailing

now, aren’t you? So horny, so ready to be

“No.”

cunt is still new

“This

only wrong if

how I can be thinking about company policy

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

phone lets off an alarm to

him and his mouth even

to go pick up my

she this

her own private affair. There’s no

for you, I’m more than happy

that kiss, I’d

Chapter Eight

Chase

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

those tits would have been on full display for my lips. Six months away from her was too fucking long. If she thinks I am going to back down from

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