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.

keeps hold of my neck as his other hand holds the cheek of my ass. The last time we were together, he left bruises on my flesh. Each time

my hands up his

back in that

in his

breaks from the kiss, his lips trailing down

me right now, aren’t you? So horny, so ready to be fucked. Have you had any

“No.”

cunt is still new at taking

“This

only wrong if

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

bringing it up. You want me, Faye. Your nipples are so fucking hard right now, I bet they’d be so beautiful if I

an alarm to remind me

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

go

is she

business is her own private affair. There’s no way I’m talking about

more than happy to help. Let’s go pick

isn’t going to take no for an answer, and with that kiss, I’d wasted time. I need a ride.

Chapter Eight

Chase

case of blue balls I’ve ever had. This woman, she’s like a fucking addiction. The best kind of whiskey

my lips. Six months away from her was too fucking long. If she