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.

last time we were together, he left bruises on my flesh. Each time I looked in the mirror, the marks were a

run my hands up his chest to wrap around his

back

alone in his

the kiss, his lips

bet you’re wet for me right now, aren’t you? So horny, so ready

“No.”

is still

“This is

only wrong if you

policy.” I don’t know how I can be thinking about company policy

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

lets off an alarm

bad. I want him and his mouth even if it could

to go pick up

she this

private affair. There’s no way I’m

you, I’m more than happy to help.

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

Chapter Eight

Chase

she’s like a fucking addiction. The best kind of whiskey

cell phone hadn’t interrupted, 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