Page 48 of The Naughty Virgin

But I was having none of it and drew her close, my hands on her ass, those luscious curves bouncy and fleshy beneath my palms.

“Either you move in here or I move into your dorm room,” I growled, looking deep into her eyes.

And she’d giggled then, swatting at my arm lightly.

“Oh Stone, you know you can’t live in the dorms, my room is so small. Besides, I have a roommate,” she added meaningfully.

But I didn’t give a fuck.

“Who cares?” I tossed out, my eyes possessive, hands cupping those sweet ass cheeks. “Your roommate can watch us have sex, watch you come hard on my dick again and again, it’s fine by me.”

And Evie had given in then, giggling, moving her stuff into my bedroom that very weekend. Because I needed to be in her at least twice a day, if not three or four times, and fuck, if I needed to move back into the dorms to get it then so be it.

But first I needed to clarify something. Holding her shoulders, I stared deep into her eyes.

“We’re a couple now,” I said firmly. “You sleep in my bed, in my house, and there are no other men, ever,” I growled threateningly.

And not at all intimidated, Evie giggled.

“Why Mr. Phillips, I had no idea you were so possessive,” she cooed. “Can I bring a male friend around now and then, you know for a study session?”

And my face darkened, my brows lowering.

“Fuck!” I ground out, fists clenched at my sides. “You don’t have any male friends, you don’t have any male teachers or male anything,” I ground out roughly.

Now Evie was really amused.

“Not even my friend Chip?” she teased.

And I exploded at that stupid name.

“That Chip dipshit doesn’t get near you after this,” I raged. I was so angry thinking that another man had touched my beautiful brunette during our year apart that I could hardly swallow, my chest tight, my lungs barely inflating. And Evie still wanted to hang out with him? Even if it was platonic, I was devastated all the same.

But Evie took pity on me then, taking my hand in hers.

“Oh Stone,” she said, her voice gentle, reading my mind. “Chip never touched me, we weren’t dating, we’ve never dated. It was always you. It’s always only ever been you,” she clarified.

All the air whooshed out of my body, the world suddenly opening with possibilities.

“What are you saying?” I said, barely daring to breathe. Oh god, it shouldn’t have mattered, she had every right after all, but still, if it was true…

And Evie just nodded.

“Yes Stone,” she smiled at me. “No one’s ever touched me but you. Chip was just a distraction, a friend, a nobody really. It’s always been you Mr. Phillips.”

And I kissed her then, imbuing the contact with my adoration for the girl, how much I treasured her, how much it meant to me that I was the only man who’d ever touched her, felt that wetly creaming puss, savored her ass, her body pulsing and trembling only for me.

“I’ll make it worth it,” I whispered harshly into her ear, my voice choked up, throat tight. “Move in with me, now.”

And she nodded against me, her lips grazing my jaw.

“I’ll move in this weekend,” she promised sweetly, gazing at me, eyes limpid pools of need and desire. “I promise.”

And our living situation wasn’t the only change either.

“Stop working in the coffee shop,” I commanded a few weeks later as I watched Evie tie an apron on, the green wrap highlighting her tiny waist contrasted against her huge boobs and generous ass. “I have more than enough, you know that.”

But Evie had resisted on that one.

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