Page 21 of The Naughty Virgin

“What if I wasn’t?” she teased. “What if I said, ‘Oh Mr. Phillips, I’ll be eighteen next year?’”

And I groaned, dread rolling in waves through my stomach. Fuck, the thought of a year waiting for this beauty would kill me, my dick would literally shrivel up and die in my pants, I’d become a walking zombie.

“Baby girl, there’s nothing that’s gonna keep me away from you except this,” I said roughly, taking her by the shoulders and looking deep into her eyes to show how serious I was. “You’ve got to be legal. Tell me you are.”

And sensing the depths of my alarm, how this really got under my skin, the brunette took pity and laughed throatily.

“Oh Stone, I’m already eighteen,” she murmured, shooting me a knowing smile. “Turned eighteen last month.”

And I collapsed onto the mattress again, an arm shielding my eyes, my big body going limp. The relief was palpable, my tense muscles finally relaxing.

“You’re gonna kill me, you know that?” I groaned. “I’m gonna be a dead man because of you.”

“Oh, poor baby,” the brunette pouted. “And just when I was going to go over to your place for dinner. Because the invitation was for dinner, wasn’t it Stone?”

And I sat up then suddenly, grabbing her onto my lap for a sweet kiss before staring deeply into her eyes.

“You bet it is,” I murmured, my arms tightening possessively. “Girlie, you got yourself a dinner date.”

And Evie giggled in my lap, boobs bouncing, that round ass jouncing against my hard thighs. And whaddya know but I couldn’t wait to take her again, couldn’t wait to show this amazing woman a special time.

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