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.

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

up his chest to wrap around his

back in that

alone in his

the kiss, his lips trailing down

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

“No.”

is still new at taking

whimper. “This

only wrong if you don’t

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

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 I take

he leans down, my cell phone lets off an alarm to remind me I need to pick

I want him and his mouth even

got to go

is she

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

you, I’m more than happy to

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

Chapter Eight

Chase

The best kind of whiskey that money could buy. She sits

my lips. Six months away from her was too fucking