Page 3 of Bossy Bred

I wish she wasn’t so damn pretty when she laughs.

And, frankly, it annoys the hell out of me that she doesn’t realize she’s wasting my time.

“You should leave.”

Her mouth falls open. “Are you serious?”

“I don’t have the time or patience to hold your hand through your first time. And I certainly don’t have any interest in being your first. People get emotionally attached from that shit.”

“Wow. Okay.” She pulls away from me and starts to walk away. “I realize that I should have said something when we were messaging each other. I take full ownership of that. But that doesn’t give you the right to be such an asshole about it.”

Fuck. Guilt deflates my chest as I watch her hook the strap of her purse over her shoulder. “Wait.”

She ignores me and continues toward the door. “It’s fine. Have a nice life.”

But I reach the door before she can and swiftly block the exit. When I get another look at her face, I can see how angry and hurt she is. Despite my irritation over this situation, I know I could have handled it better.

“What I should have said is that you deserve better than this,” I say.

“You’re right,” she says flatly. “I do. Would you please move out of the way?”

It would be so simple to let her go. It’s what I should do. But even though I just told her to leave this hotel room, I don’t actually want her to go. Her lack of experience doesn’t change the fact that I’m wildly attracted to her. This could be my one shot at fixing myself.

“Don’t go.”

She folds her arms. “Give me one good reason to stay.”

“I’m going to make it up to you.”

“By?”

“I think you know how.”

“Aren’t you afraid I’m going to become emotionally attached?” she asks dryly.

“Not if you assure me you won’t,” I say.

“You can’t ask someone to make a promise like that,” she says, echoing my words from earlier.

“Fair enough. But you know that I’m only here for the fucking, so if you start feeling anything other than orgasmic pleasure, that’s your problem to deal with.”

“Wow. So romantic.”

“This isn’tsupposedto be romantic.”

She sighs. “My point is that it wouldn’t kill you to be a little less harsh in the way you talk.”

I won’t lie. I like that she’s calling me out on it. She’s not intimidated by me, and that’s refreshing. I’m deeply intrigued by her. How the hell did she get this far in life without a man sweeping her off her feet?

I wet my lips. “Can we start over, Leta?”

“Sure. I’m all for second chances,” she says, although there’s a guarded look in her eyes.

“I think you’re gorgeous. I consider myself one hell of a lucky guy to be alone with you right now. And if it’s okay with you, I’d really,reallylike to kiss you again.”

She tries to fight back a smile. “Are you sure you’re okay with kissing a virgin?”

I answer her by leaning in and brushing my lips over hers. When she strains for a real kiss, I give her what she wants. Taking a step forward, I push her up against the nearest wall, pressing her curvy backside up against it and pinning her in place. She sighs into our kiss and cups my face, her hands sweetly searching for the right place. Our kiss deepens and my cock throbs between us, renewed desire making me harder than ever.

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