Page 16 of Dirty Filthy Billionaire: Part 2

“Y-yes,” I say, but my eyes have opened, and I’m trying to clear my head. My body has a mind of its own, and with Weston’s deft hands and tongue and mouth, all I’ve felt is want. I may be writhing around like an experienced woman, but I’m nothing more than a virgin.

Weston sits back and looks down at me, moving his hand over the thin fabric covering his dick. Just before his hand moves inside, I stop him.

“Wait,” I say, feeling ridiculous. After all we’ve already done together... “I just…I’ve never…I haven’t…”

“You’re a virgin.” It’s a statement, not a question.

I nod yes. This man is going to run for the freaking hills. He needs a woman who knows what she’s doing, not someone who is basically being touched for the first time.

His eyes are soft, and he slowly rubs my thigh. “Are you scared?”

“No,” I say. “I just don’t want to disappoint you.”

He leans over me, brushing back my hair. He traces my face, and when he speaks he’s looking at me so deeply I feel like he can see my soul. “You could never disappointment me. You keep surprising me, Mia. Don’t you know how sexy you are?”

I turn my face to the side, embarrassed. He turns me back to look at him. “You are incredibly sexy. I want to have you.” He kisses my lips. “It’s okay.”

“Okay,” I say, because I know he will be good—and gentle. I just don’t know if I’ll want him to be too gentle.

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