Page 40 of The Naughty Virgin

And the girl gasped, her body pressed fully against me now, her nipples hard against my chest. You couldn’t have shone a flashlight between us, there wasn’t an inch of space, nary a crack. And was it my imagination or had her cunt just gushed, a slight spill of warmth hot against my leg. It had to be and I smirked again, pulling her tight against me.

“Let’s go, baby girl,” I rumbled. “The pool’s heated and the sauna,” I said winking, “is even better.”

By now our petite security officer was disgusted, maneuvering his Segue around, looking for other damsels in distress to help.

“Keep it down,” he commanded imperiously from his perch. “Or else I’ll have to cite you next time.”

And as he rolled off, Evie finally struggled out of my grasp, breathless, cheeks flushed, panting slightly.

“You are really something,” she heaved, glaring at me. “You know that? You are really one ballsy motherfucker.”

I smirked.

“I aim to please,” I said smoothly. “And as for fucking? The only woman I’ll be fucking is you.”

That made the brunette’s cheeks color, her tits heave up and down with shallow, gaspy breaths.

“What the hell is going on?” she managed, still panting slightly. “Seriously Stone, what is going on?”

And suddenly I was somber too.

“Evie, I want to explain,” I said, hand out. “But I can’t do it here, in front of the Aquaplex with a million people walking by. Come to my house, we’ll talk about it there,” I said persuasively. “And I wasn’t lying, I do have a pool out back.”

The girl stared at me suspiciously then. State was in the center of town in a ritzy area, and it wasn’t often that people could afford a house, much less a house with a pool. But then again, Evie didn’t know who I really was, my entire backstory.

“Listen,” I said. “I promise that if you hear me out and hate everything about me, I’ll never bother you again.” I stepped back, both hands up as if waving a white flag. “Just give me this chance,” I added, fixing my gaze on her, already drowning in those warm caramel depths. “Just one chance.”

And the girl scrutinized me, taking in my supplication, before nodding slowly.

“Okay, but I have class in an hour, so I’ve gotta be back before then,” she said carefully. I could tell she was just being cautious, that she didn’t want to give in entirely. But it was enough for me, the opening was more than sufficient, and I smiled at the girl genuinely.

“You won’t regret it,” I rumbled, turning to escort her to my car. “I promise, you won’t.”

And I had every intention of making good on my word. Because I loved Evie, she was mine and I was hers … I just had to make her see it.

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