Page 12 of Boss Daddy's Girl

I nod. "I'm okay. I just ... I have to tell you something."

His eyes narrow. "What?"

I take a deep breath. My heart is pounding in my ears. I don't know why I'm so nervous about this. I mean, so I'm a virgin. It's not that big a deal. Except, oh God, this is so embarrassing. How do I even bring this up? I've never had to before.

"Just tell me," Drake says, his voice gruff. "Is this about Claude? That asshole is a complete moron. If he tried something?—"

"No, it's not about Claude," I say quickly. "It's just ... okay. So, the thing is..." God, this is hard. I wish I could crawl into a hole and die. I can't believe I have to explain this to my boss. I can't believe I'm doing this at all.

I can't believe that this could be my first time.

"Ellie..." Drake says, his brows furrowing.

"Okay, okay." I take a deep breath. Just rip the Band-Aid off. "The thing is, I'm a virgin."

He blinks at me. "What?"

I wince. "I'm a virgin. As in, I've never done anything. I'm a twenty-eight-year-old virgin."

His eyes widen, and his hands flex at his sides. "Are you serious?"

I nod. "Dead serious. I know it's weird and awkward and I'm sorry, but I just ... I felt like I had to tell you, you know? Like, it would be even weirder to just be like, ‘Hey, by the way, I'm a virgin’ when we’re both totally naked or something. So I wanted to tell you now. So that you could decide if this is something you want to do. I know it's kind of a lot, and I'm really sorry toput this on you, but yeah." I look down, unable to meet his gaze. "Sorry."

"Don't apologize," Drake says, his voice rough. "You have nothing to be sorry for. I'm just surprised."

"I get it," I say, still unable to look at him. "It's fine. It doesn't matter, right? I mean, you're still going to kiss me, right?"

Drake chuckles, his breath hot against my cheek. "You're damn right. I'm going to kiss you." He sinks his teeth into the tendon between my neck and shoulder, just enough to make my entire body shudder in pleasure. "And it does matter, my sweet girl. It's the best damn news I've ever heard. You have no idea how happy that makes me."

I frown. "It does?"

He pulls back just far enough to meet my gaze, his eyes bright with desire. "Of course it does. To know that I'm the first man to touch you like this. Fuck, Ellie, you have no idea what that does to me."

I swallow hard. My mouth feels dry, my pulse thudding in my ears. "Wow, that’s just not what I was expecting.”

His smile is gentle, and I know I might sound like some kind of nervous, flighty girl to him, but for as cocky as Drake is, he's so patient with me right now it makes my heart lurch in my chest. "If you want this, then it's not going to change anything, Ellie." He leans down and presses a kiss to my cheek, my jaw, and the side of my throat, and I shiver at the sensation of his lips on my skin. "I'm going to make it so good for you," he murmurs, and I feel his teeth graze the fluttering pulse on my neck. "I'm going to take my time."

And he does.

Drake pushes my skirt up to my hips and drags his hand up the inside of my thigh, and I can feel my body reacting, my pussy clenching and getting wetter with every passing second. He groans against my lips when he reaches my center and feels my soaked panties, his fingers teasing me through the fabric. "So wet for me," he whispers. "My sweet girl is so wet."

"Drake," I whimper. "Please."

He chuckles darkly. "Oh, you don't have to beg," he says, his fingers pushing my panties aside and slipping into my folds. "I'm going to give you everything you want."

His fingers tease my clit, making my hips buck and my breath hitch. His thumb presses down on my clit while he slides two fingers inside of me, and my entire body tenses, pleasure coursing through me. I can feel myself tighten around his fingers, my body squeezing his touch, and he groans against my lips.

There's a tiny bit of pain from the stretch, and then it's gone as soon as it arrives, washed away in the absolute enormity of everything Drake is making me feel. I huff in frustration when his hand pulls away from my pussy, but then he moves down my body.

Drake's lips are on my collarbone, hands slipping the straps of my dress down my shoulders until I'm bare for him from the waist up. A string of curses leaves his lips as he sees my black lace bra, my nipples hard and visible through the fabric. His hands slide under my back, and he kisses my skin as he undoes my bra. I arch my back, giving him better access, and he growlslow in his throat when the bra slips off, and my breasts are revealed to him.

"So fucking gorgeous," he whispers. His lips graze the curve of my breast, and his hand is hot and hard as it cups me, fingers teasing my nipple and making me gasp. "I've dreamed of seeing you like this for so long."

"Me too," I breathe. My hands move up to grip his hair. "Touch me, Drake. Please."

He smirks at me, the expression feral and full of desire. “Watching you walk around the office in those short skirts, your hair falling around your face while you type at your computer, bent over and just begging for me to fuck you..."

Any other time, his words would be enough to make me melt into a puddle of need, but the reminder that we are employer and employee is unwelcome right now. He must sense me stiffen because Drake looks up at me, considering.

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