Page 7 of Taking The Virgin

Chapter3

The tight soundof my breathing seems to fill the room. Tiny, carnal sparks nip my skin and eat away at the inside of my belly. With each shock, my heart seems to stop, then start up again.

Am I imagining the wildness on Owen’s face? The wanting, the famished look of a beast waiting at thedoor?

“You were very rude to me earlier,” he says, his voice a prowling purr. “Your comments and behavior distracted me from the work I tried to get done at the office.”

This is the last greeting I expected. He’s chiding me, and his words chafe.

I tug the bed sheet over my breasts. The tips of them are pebbled from desire, pressing against the silk of my chemise, and all he had to do to make me this way is show up at my door. I hate that. And right now, I hate him for owning me in this way, for making me wait for him and react like a desperate little thing forhim.

My anger gets the better of me, and with a small shrug I say, “It’s not my fault you couldn’t concentrate on yourwork.”

He raises one eyebrow, but I don’t think he’s amused at mysass.

God, I’m walking a thin line here. I can’t afford to be sent away. I don’t want to be. So I try once again to lighten himup.

I let the sheet slip down, along with my guard. His intense gaze devours the sight of my nipples beading against the silk, but he only steps into the room and softly shuts the door behind him. A gush of cream coats my pussy, and my clit beats mercilessly.

Then he stares at the clothing and towel I dropped so thoughtlessly on the floor earlier. He tenses up, then sets his sights on me again.

“Do you usually leave this kind of mess behind?” he asks in a guttural whisper.

“Not all of us are as tidy as you seem tobe.”

I brace myself for his retort, but something comes over his expression, something hot and primal that I can’tread.

I struggle to breathe as he slowly takes off his tie, folds it, then saunters to a vanity table to neatly lay the silkdown.

“If I didn’t know better,” he says, “I’d say you’re the dirtiest, most careless girl I’ve ever hired. Is that what you are? A dirty littlegirl?”

What he’s saying sounds so naughty, and my clit knotsup.

“Yes,” I say, surprising myself. “I guess Iam.”

A mixture of that familiar fright and excitement bolts through me as he turns away from me, hiding his reaction as he takes off his jacket. He painstakingly drapes it over the back of a chair.

I swallow, not knowing what he has planned for me. Only knowing that my temperature is rising, my pussy pumping in anticipation.

I can’t stand the silence anymore, and I offer an olive branch, a version of How was your day at the office, dear? Maybe that will put everything back on track withhim.

“What did your work involve?” Iask.

“That’s none of your business.”

Once again, anger whips through me, and frustration overcomes me just as it did earlier on thetour.

“Then fuck you,” Isay.

The words echo through the room. He turns his burning gaze to me, and it sears, it consumes, it has me clutching the sheet again.

He’s pissed. But then something tells me that he’s also a little turnedon.

Or maybe a lot turnedon.

Before I can decide which it is, the tense moment between us breaks open and he surges toward me. I only have time to take in a stunned breath before he’s across the bed, pulling me to him, crushing his mouth tomine.

I claw at his shirt, but I’m also kissing him back, breathless and dizzy, a chemical explosion simmering between us. I feel it inside of me, too, bubbling and smoking as he ravishes me with his mouth, his fingers tightly threaded through myhair.

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