Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 65582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
“Anyti—”I slam the door closed and lock it. When I turn back, I go to her. “I ordered a drink for you.”
I’m thanked with a smile before the words leave her mouth. Sultry. Salty-sweet lips. I want my mouth against hers again, staring at it when she says, “Thank you. That was nice.”
There is absolutely nothing nice about my thoughts while watching her lips wrap around that straw and suck. “Fuck me.”
Wide green eyes stare at me as I take her drink like I’m stealing candy from a kid. “What?” she asks before I realize I said fuck me out loud.
“No. Kiss me.” I don’t give her time to develop that sweet smile I know is going to crease her cheeks. I just fucking kiss her because it’s all kinds of wrong that I wasn’t kissing her already. My hands find her warm skin just under the hem of her shirt. As much as I want to slide farther up and take this dick tease of a T-shirt off her, that’s not in the lesson plan today.
Fortunately kissing, all kinds of kissing, is. Our tongues embrace just as our bodies do. I move her slowly back, her knees halted by the loveseat. “Sit down,” I say, keeping my voice low. When she does, I sit next to her. We take the moment to catch our breath.
“How am I doing?”
I shift in my jeans, the denim too tight and restraining for my erection. “You’re an incredible kisser, but practice makes perfect.” I lean over and kiss her. She leans back, fisting my shirt and bringing me with her. Lean legs spread and I take up residence. I could dry hump the hell out of her right now, but that’s not on tonight’s agenda.
Her mouth is warm and welcoming matching how I feel between her legs. Fuck. I push off the arm of the loveseat on either side of her head and sit back staring down at her. “You can’t be like this.”
Lifting up on her elbows, she looks confused. “Like what?”
“This.” I wave my hand over her body. “No way you’re still a virgin.”
She laughs, and relaxes back, resting her hands behind her head. “I told you I’ve made out before. I’m not new to all of it. Just the final deed. But I’m out of practice. I haven’t had a boyfriend since college. I’ve had dates, dates that were duds. I don’t want dud dates. I want Lowry.”All of me, everything from my lungs to my heart deflate under the mention of his name. Asshole. “What makes him so special? Trust me, V. You can get any guy you want. Why waste your energy and your virginity on him?”
“Because I can’t get him.”
“So it’s a challenge, an ego thing?”
“No, not at all. I just want to be one of those girls that Lowry Renquist would be interested in.” She sits up, her feet landing back on the floor. “Anyway, he might not be getting my virginity.” She turns to me, a glimmer of hope reflecting in her eyes. “I was hoping that would be the final lesson with you.”
“C’mere.” She moves over and rests her head on my shoulder when I drape my arm around her. “I thought I was teaching you to get his attention.”
Fingertips fidget with a button on my shirt before slipping just inside and scraping lightly with her nails. Big Richard reacts. Naturally. I take hold of her hand, stilling it. She looks up at me. “The women he dates are not virgins who fumble around the bedroom. They know how to please him.” Her eyes lower, her gaze fixating on that button again. “I want to know how to please him.”
I release her hand and lift her chin. When I see the sadness in her eyes, I say, “He doesn’t deserve you. You know that, right?”
“I do. But I’ve been holding onto my virginity like it’s a bargaining chip. It’s not worth anything if I’m spending my life alone. I was always told not to settle, but I’m twenty-four and alone. Sure, I didn’t settle but it came at the cost of not experiencing a real relationship at all. I don’t want to be twenty-five and alone, so I’m willing to cash my chip in for the greater good. I want him to find me irresistible.”
Her sadness seeps into me, hitting my heart. This is what men have done to her. “We’re fucking jerks, Virginia. If they don’t find value in you, you’ve got to find it in yourself.”
“I’m not blind. I know on the outside I’m not the same girl in that photo, but on the inside, I’m still unsteady with this.”
Eyeing her, admiring those perky tits she’s so determined to unflatter under her business clothes. “So you hide it?”
She slides to the side, facing me while bending her leg in front of her. “I can tell you don’t like the suits, but that’s what is expected of me at work. There’s a dress code.”