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.

The last time we were together, he left bruises on

kiss, I run my hands up his chest to

back in

alone in his

kiss, his lips

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

“No.”

still new at taking

“This is

if you

be thinking about company policy right now, but yay

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

an alarm to remind me I need to pick up

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

go

she this

own private affair. There’s no way

happy

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

Chapter Eight

Chase

best kind of whiskey that money could buy. She sits in the

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

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255