Page 8 of Longing for the Mountain Man

“It just added a few extra minutes to getting ready to meet you.” She shrugged. “Nobody in this town knows me, so it’s easier for me to buy them than you.”

She’d be surprised, but I didn’t say that out loud. There was only one place to buy condoms in this town, and it was the grocery store where we’d shopped the other day. She was already linked to me in town gossip, I was sure. Now they could add buying condoms to the list of things to say about her.

“I figured since you were luring me to this big, empty building, you had plans to, you know…”

“I had plans to talk you into coming back to my place if everything went well,” I said. And that was the God’s-honest truth.

“We can do it in your bed anytime,” she said. “How often will we get the chance to dirty up a government building? Why don’t you eat, and I’ll find us a location.”

“I can scout a good location,” I said, fully prepared to push my chair back.

She shook her head. “No, trust me. Finish your meal and then come find me.”

My dick was getting hard just having this conversation. I wasn’t sure how I’d finish my meal. But if she wanted me to sit here a few more minutes, I’d do it. In fact, I’d sit here for hours if making love to her was at the end of my wait.

My girl wasn’t just a virgin. She was naughty. And it was a combination that made me wonder what I’d ever done to deserve having this angel in my life.

7

PRESLEY

Ajudge’s robe and a graduation gown weren’t all that different.

That’s what I was thinking as I threw the robe over my head and looked around for a mirror. When I couldn’t find one, instinct had me looking for my phone, only to remember I’d left it in my tote bag, which was out there with the man who was going to take my virginity.

“Presley?”

The sound of Trace’s voice as he searched the halls for me sent my heart rate into overdrive. I climbed up on the edge of the desk in this small room that had a nameplate on the door, clearly marking it as belonging to the judge. It was an office. Did this qualify as the judge’s chambers? If so, losing my virginity in here would be extra hot.

“In here!” I yelled, crossing my legs and looking down.

There was nothing sexy about this robe. I thought about hiking it up to my thighs, but then Trace might not know exactly what it was. No, I’d save that for once he got a look at me.

I half-expected him to call out, saying he still wasn’t sure where I was, but a few seconds later, I heard a click and then the doorknob turned. Slowly, it opened and he peeked in, those gorgeous eyes widening when he got a look at what I was up to.

“Is that Judge Odom’s robe?” Trace asked, closing the door behind him and leaning against it.

No man had ever looked at me the way Trace was looking at me right now. The heat in his stare went straight to the warm, tingly area between my legs. I knew there was a name for that body part, but even thinking that word made me blush.

I uncrossed and recrossed my legs as I lifted the hem slightly. “I’m wearing nothing under here. Do you think he’ll mind?”

“She,” Trace said.

I tilted my head, confused. “The judge?”

He nodded. “Judge Odom is a woman.”

Whoa. Why had I assumed the judge was a man? The robe was on the smallish side, so it made sense it was a woman’s.

“Do you think she’ll mind?” I asked.

“Hopefully she’ll never know, but we have to take it off before we get anything on it.”

Bodily fluids. That’s what he was assuming we’d get on it. I looked down at the robe, mostly to avoid blushing and showing just how much of an amateur I was.

“You go first,” I said. “If I lift this over my head, I’ll be completely naked.”

My face felt warm. I was blushing, and I was looking right at him this time. So much for downplaying my amateur status.

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