Page 52 of The Naughty Virgin

At this point, I could hold back no longer.

“What the fuck!” I shrieked, my hands flying to my cheeks. “What the fuck?”

He looked up in a flash, Kendra was still too immersed in pleasure, her eyes closed, body convulsing with waves to even notice I was there.

“Karina,” he gasped, his dick twitching. “What are you doing here?” he managed, twisting Kendra’s clit even as he spoke to me.

“Stop!” I screeched.

“Shut up,” he hissed. “Just leave okay? There could be other people on this floor, plus,” he dropped his voice to a nasty whisper, “I told you not to butt in. You’re seriously getting desperate and unattractive, now scram,” he ground out.

Without making a sound, I backed away from the open door, the brownies dropping to the ground. There was clearly no one in the building, Danny just didn’t want to be disturbed as he earned his latest “A.” I was sure he’d get an A+ given that Kendra never even noticed my appearance.

Muffling sobs, I ran to the elevator, hot tears streaming down my cheeks. I was humiliated but at the same time so very, very angry. I mean, really? I remembered how just a week ago he’d called me “desperate” for my harmless flirting, and now here he was engaged in some kind of insect-based sex with his instructor. I wasn’t the messed-up one, it was him!

And so it was with a blast of anticipation that I stepped into the strip club. I was momentarily overcome by darkness, blinking as my eyes adjusted. But Vera was right, I could use some loosening up after the humiliation I’d endured and ogling some hard, oiled male bodies was just the cure.

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