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.

hand holds the cheek of my ass. The last time we were together, he left bruises on

run my hands up his chest to wrap around his neck.

back in

alone in

kiss, his lips trailing down

you? So horny, so ready to be fucked.

“No.”

is still new at

“This is

if

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

to keep bringing it up. You want me, Faye.

lets off an alarm to remind me I need to pick up

want him and his mouth even if it could cost me

go

is she

private affair. There’s no way I’m

for you, I’m more than happy to

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

Chapter Eight

Chase

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,

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 fucking long. If she thinks I am going to back down from this, she’s