Page 14 of Keeping The Virgin

Chapter 5

Cage tosseshis tie to a nearby sofa, his blue gaze drilling into me until I quiver. I want to go to him as he instructed me to, but I’m holding myself back.

Is anxiety racing through me because I’m afraid we’ll get caught by the crew? Is my excitement and fear also about what he intends to do to me?

Or maybe I’m hesitant because I tried to be a bad girl once before, and it didn’t turn out so well.

I knew what I was getting into with the Highest Bidder, but now that the moment has come when I’m expected to be naughty again, I’m hesitating. Can I do this after all?

As his gaze pulls at me, I don’t think I have a choice. No matter how hard I try to stay back from Cage, the more useless it is.

I slide off my chair and come to my unsteady feet. I tug down the hem of my short summer dress as the floor of the jet hums beneath me.

“Closer,” he says. “Let me unwrap you like a sweet little gift.”

Oh.

“And what about your employees?” I ask on a whisper. “What if they walk in?”

“They won’t, because they always listen to my directions. So should you.”

I believe him, and it’s such a relief that I won’t get exposed during this intimate moment…

Even so, I’m frightened and exhilarated enough so that it feels as if a bullet is ricocheting through my chest. Everywhere it pings it leaves a shock of stimulating pain that melts downward, coating my belly, then easing between my thighs with erotic warmth.

I inch even closer to him until the front of my legs press against his. The contact primes me, soaking my pussy, my clit hammering.

Cage gestures at one of my sandaled feet, then brings his sexy blue gaze back up to mine. When he crooks his finger, I know he means for me to lift my leg so that my foot rests on the chair.

As I do, I’m afraid that the Bellini has affected my balance and I’m going to fall, but he grasps my leg, guiding my foot to the top of his thigh with practiced confidence. I watch as he unstraps my sandal.

“Now the other one,” he says after he finishes.

I stand on my two feet again, then lift my other foot until he wraps his fingers around that ankle. After he has this sandal off, he cuffs me with his fingers, keeping my foot where it is. My knee is bent, giving him a flash of my panties, and his skin warms mine, sending burning rays up and up to tickle my clit.

A small sound of need escapes me, and Cage’s animal gaze fires up. I can’t look away from him as he runs his fingertips up the side of my calf then down again. Then he whisks his knuckles over to the inside of my leg, urging me to spread for him.

My breathing tightens, my heartbeat wavering.

“I’m going to need you to do something for me,” he says, taking his time petting the inside of my calf. “I want you to help me unwrap my gift.”

I’m still too frightened and stimulated to speak.

“Start with the top of your dress, baby,” he says. “Peel it down and show me what’s underneath. Slowly.”

Baby. I like being called that. It makes me feel taken care of, cherished, even if this is only temporary.

My chest rises and falls with my uneven breaths as I bashfully reach up to the buttons on my dress’s bodice. My hands shake as I undo one clasp, then another. With every button I unfasten, Cage’s gaze grows more famished, a wolf in billionaire’s clothing, a greedy predator who can’t wait to see what I’ve been hiding.

After I finish, my dress slumps so that the short cotton sleeves are at my elbows, exposing the tops of my breasts as the lacy bra pushes them up. I bought the lingerie for this job, thinking I would need it to please my client so he wouldn’t send me back and ask for a refund. But from what I see in Cage, he could care less about the frills.

He wants more skin.

“Show me those tits.” There’s dangerous grit in his voice. “Give it to me.”

My pulse deafens me as I fumble with the front clasp, so nervous now that I can’t make my hands work like they should. Impatient, Cage pulls at my skirt and brings me down to him.

My legs give out. I fall all the way forward to straddle him with my knees, bringing my sex to press against the hardness of his cock through his trousers, and I gasp, easing slightly away.

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