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.

ass. The last time we were together, he left bruises on

I run my hands up his

not back in

in his

from the kiss, his lips trailing down

So horny, so ready to be fucked. Have

“No.”

still new

“This

only wrong if

I can be thinking about company policy right now, but yay to me

why I’m going to keep bringing it up. You want me, Faye. Your nipples are so fucking hard right now, I bet

leans down, my cell phone lets off an alarm

what makes it so bad. I want him and

go pick up

is she this

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

happy to help.

an answer, and with that kiss, I’d wasted time. I need

Chapter Eight

Chase

of blue balls I’ve ever had. This woman, she’s like a fucking addiction. The best kind of whiskey that money could buy. She sits in the passenger seat, looking like I’m

full display for my lips. Six months away from her was too fucking long. If she thinks I am