Page 24 of The Naughty Virgin

So I frowned.

“What do you mean, I’ll meet my Prince Charming one day?” I said slowly. As much as I wanted to keep this a nice dinner and enjoy myself, I couldn’t let a comment like that just slip.

And Stone realized his error immediately.

“Evie, you’re young,” he ground out, “It’s hard to know what you want, you haven’t experienced the world. You have so much ahead of you.”

I was silent for a moment.

“Yes, but what is this then?” I asked insistently, gesturing to the dinner. “What is this food? What have we been doing in the classroom?”

He shook his head, tired all of sudden.

“Do we have to do this now?” he asked wearily. “Really, now? A define the relationship talk now?”

And I was silent for a moment. Okay, I was pushing things but at the same time, yes, I wanted to know exactly what we were to each other, what we were doing.

So I nodded.

“Mr. Phillips, what am I to you?” I cocked my head, my eyes quizzical, my body suddenly incredibly still. “Tell me,” I demanded, suddenly unable to breathe, realizing just how much his answer meant to me. This wasn’t just some one time fling for me, and I hoped, god I hoped, it wasn’t for him either.

The big man sighed again, running a hand through that midnight black hair, ruffling it so that he looked devilishly attractive.

“Evie,” he said, his voice a low growl. “You know what we’re doing isn’t legit.”

And I snorted at that. Legit was the last word I’d use to describe what we were doing. So I went for it, crass and crude.

“What are we then?” I asked. “Fuck friends? Bed buddies? Friends with benefits? A student you fuck on the side?”

And the big man shook his head, his face strained.

“No baby, we’re more than that but I can’t define it,” he ground out. “What we are shouldn’t even exist. There are no words because it’s wrong, you hear me? So yeah, what do you want me to say? That you’re my girlfriend? That we’re dating? Because you know it’s my job if I do.”

And I was silent for a moment.

“I know you can’t say we’re … dating,” my breath hitched a little. “But I can’t believe that you feel nothing for me either, that I’m just some circus sideshow for the time being.” I was doing my best to stay calm, even though the words tore at my heart.

And the big man took my hand in his then, his square palm enveloping mine, his fingers warm.

“Honey, of course you’re not a circus sideshow, that’s the silliest shit I’ve ever heard. But what we’re doing is wrong, get it? Off the charts wrong, like I’m gonna be fired wrong.”

And I got angry then.

“Then why are we doing this?” I said tightly, my lip trembling as I tried to control the rage. “Why? What’s the point?”

“Because,” he said roughly, seizing my chin in his hand before bending over the table to kiss me, “of this.” And I’d never been touched like that before. It was kiss filled with longing, with pent-up desire, with all the tangled thoughts, the impossible words that couldn’t be spoken, and my heart thumped maniacally as he poured his soul into me, making me whimper, shudder and tremble.

The big man was over on my side of the table in a flash, pulling me out of my chair, breathing into my mouth.

“Baby girl,” he whispered against my lips. “You’re so young, so fucking young and you don’t know anything yet. I can’t take that from you, I can’t take your innocence.”

Except I did him one better.

“You already have,” I whispered, winding my arms around his neck pushing my soft curves against that iron chest. “You already have.” And with a deep growl, a tortured groan, he swept me up in his arms, holding me tight before making for the stairs.

“I’m gonna … make you cum … so hard tonight,” he promised between kisses to my neck, my chin, my breasts.

And I just giggled, my thoughts flying crazily. Why had I been so angry with Stone again? I could hardly focus on anything except the deepening heat between my thighs, my folds growing slickly wet with desire.

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