Virgin for Sale

He wipes away the last of my tears.

“My face is probably a complete and total mess.”

“Nah, you’re beautiful.” He presses his lips against mine and I close my eyes, loving his touch a little too much. “Are you ready to go to your apartment?”

“Yes.”

He pushes the button that will take us up to my place.

When I go to pick up a bag, he refuses to let me take it, and I sigh as we walk to our apartment. Kerry is nowhere in sight, but I hear her in her bedroom. Once again, my trusty slow cooker has been working for me. I put it on high when we got home from work so anything I put in there would be cooked.

Chase takes the bags to Kerry’s room, and seconds later he comes back into the kitchen. As I’m serving up, he wraps his arms around me, and I close my eyes, enjoying the closeness we share.

I know it hasn’t been that long, but it’s like time fails to have any meaning when I’m with him.

Between work and our time together, I feel closer to him with every passing day.

“I’m so pleased you were able to trust me with this.” He whispers the words against my neck. Closing my eyes, I tilt my head to the side to give him better access. He sucks on the pulse, his teeth grazing the spot.

One of his hands slides beneath the band of my skirt and he cups my pussy. He doesn’t make any move to find my warmth beneath them, just strokes back and forth gently.

I want him there and then.

“I’m going to fuck you tonight. You’re not getting rid of me.”

“Kerry.”

not taking no for an answer. Not when I can feel how wet

the next second.

you two are a couple?” Kerry asks, startling me from my

like an instant bucket of cold water. Opening my eyes, I stare at my sister’s

to come out of your room so

to take so long serving.

“Kerry!”

I was starting to worry there that you were looking forward to life as a spinster. I don’t think you’ve ever brought a

telling

“She hasn’t?”

I’d have remembered. I know in high school there were rumors she was a lesbian. I didn’t

never had a boyfriend?” he asks, his lips back at

you.” I look at Kerry. “It’s

boss. I can change that if I

“I

me, I serve us up, and much

She looks happier.

the young girl I used

didn’t have anything

dishes, but that’s okay. I like doing them, and Chase helps so we get through them

head toward my bedroom, which

pulls me into his arms. “I’m your first

his eyes,

I don’t like the thought of another man knowing