Page 68 of I Won't Be In On Monday

“We cannot have sex,” I say quickly. “I do want my first time to be special.”

He nods solemnly. "And I want your first time to be special, as well. I mean, I guess I'll be taking your tongue virginity."

"Sorry, what?" I make a face of him. "What does that mean?"

"I mean, there's dick virginity, and there's tongue virginity, and I guess there's finger virginity, as well."

"What are you talking about?"

He grins. "Well, when a man inserts two fingers inside of a woman"—he leans forward and kisses me—"that's finger virginity." He sucks on his fingers. “We’ve already enjoyed that fun.”

"Yeah. Okay." I blush.

"Then when a man inserts his tongue inside of her, that's tongue virginity."

"Oh, okay. I get it."

"Has a man ever gone down on you before?"

I lick my lips nervously. "I mean, no, not really."

He grins. "So, you're okay with me taking that?"

"Are you saying you want to go down on me?"

"I'm saying that I want to do absolutely everything that I can with you, Juniper, but I also want to be respectful. Fuck, you don't know how hard I am right now."

"I think I can guess," I say as I slip my hand down the front of his pants and squeeze. I swallow hard as I feel how thick and wide his cock is.

He groans. "If you continue to touch me like that, I don't think we're going to make it to the restaurant."

"Oh, then where would we make it to?"

"My place," he says. "And barely inside before I pull down..." He pauses. "Oh, shit. I just remembered."

"Yep. You have your daughter and Lila and Skye there, so I don't think we're going to rush back to your place and do anything unless you want to traumatize all of them."

"We could go back to your place," he says, eyes searching mine.

"We'll see. Depends on how good the dinner is."

"Okay," he says, nodding. "I see how it is."

"What? A girl's hungry, and you made me go to work for nothing."

"Well, you didn't actually technically do any work." He laughs.

"I mean, I came into the office."

"True. I'll make sure you get an extra $5,000 bonus in your next paycheck for that."

"No," I say, swatting him on the shoulder. "I'm not going to ask for $5,000 just for coming in on a Friday evening."

"And that's why you're getting it. You didn't ask, but I want to give it."

“But I didn't even do any work. I..."

"I ruined your date," he says softly, and I made you come into work under false pretenses. Let me give you this $5,000 bonus, unless you don't need it, of course."

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