Page 16 of Forbidden Virgin

Chapter 6

“Where haveyou been all weekend?” Aaron asked when Kate stopped by the lobby to talk to the front desk manager. She’d been working in Housekeeping all morning, but before her lunch break she wanted to talk to the manager about the mystery room.

The software they updated had to have a glitch because it showed the same room dirty again, even though she’d just checked and it showed squeaky-clean. She’d talked to the housekeeper the previous week and the meek sweet lady seemed just as puzzled as they: she’d entered the room as clean after her work, but somehow an hour later it popped as dirty in the system and it never updated.

“With a friend,” she said. “But it’s not any of your business,” she added, unable to keep irritation out of her voice.

“Sorry.” He shrugged. “I just worry about you. I didn’t know you and your friend were so close.”

Memories of the two days and nights with Graham popped in her mind and she couldn’t suppress a smile. They were close all right. Her sex tingled, the images of Graham taking her several times on Sunday too raw and delicious.

Graham had dropped her off early in the morning and her body ached when she maneuvered the vacuum cleaner or had to lift boxes of monogrammed soaps to stock her cart. “Tell the manager the system must have a problem. I’m off for my lunch break,” she said, without saying goodbye or waving. She took a left turn and soon strolled inside the employee hallways where she’d take an elevator and get to the underground floor.

“Kate,” she heard the only voice capable of tingling her nipples. She turned around and saw Graham in front of one of the storage rooms.

Dressed in his Italian designer jeans and long sleeve shirt and jacket he rocked. “Come here,” he said, curling his index finger. He opened the door and glanced at both sides of her to make sure no one saw them. Thankfully, the hallways were empty.

She followed him into the room, biting back a naughty smile.

“Take off your pants,” he said, closing the door behind him.

Wasn’t he in the mood for getting right into business? She’d always heard of quickies, from her friends at college and read about luscious encounters in the romance novels filling her Kindle. But doing it? She giggled, and wriggled her pants and undies down.

He removed a device from his pocket, and she lifted an eyebrow. The small pink rubbery device reminded her of a football. “What is this?”

He erased the distance between them, and nudged her thighs apart a bit. “Think of it as an exercise for your vagina.”

Exercise? What could possibly be wrong with her lady parts? “I don’t get it.”

With a chuckle, he lifted the device. “It’s an erotic egg. I’ll place it in your pussy and it’ll vibrate whenever you move. It massages it and makes your next orgasm a lot more intense.”

Oh. Didn’t seem too bad after all. He kneeled in front of her, and his nearness to her privates sent a shiver through her. Smiling, he thrust the egg into her, then pulled up her undies and pants. At first, she shifted her weight from foot to foot, uncomfortable. The inserted vibrator didn’t hurt but the awareness confused her. What should she do? Would people notice if she walked funny? What if it fell when she talked to a superior or a guest?

“Oh, I forgot one thing,” he said, and slipped his hand into her pants.

She leaned against the desk, and he touched the device, activating it. She drew in a breath. The miniature baseball pulsed against her slick walls in a steady rhythm. A moan fled her lips, and she pulled him to herself. “God, Graham.”

He kept moving the egg, inserting it deeper into her. She humped his hand, her clit throbbing and her nipples already painfully hard. “You like it?”

She’d prefer his cock inside her, but yeah, this was fun too. “Come here, baby,” she said, her lips almost brushing his. “Help me out. I need to come.”

He pulled her hair a bit so she was close enough to his mouth. She could feel his breath on her as he spoke, and the little hairs at the back of her neck seared. His eyes gleamed with desire. He moved the egg a little bit more, and she whimpered. “Dirty girl.”

“And you’re a dirty old man.”

“That’s why you want me.”

She slipped out her tongue in hopes of licking his lip, desperate like a thirsty wanderer in the African desert would be for water. He withdrew a bit, and tugged at her hair a bit more, causing a frisson to go through her scalp. She moaned.

“You’ll keep this on all day. Thinking of me. And at the end of your shift, go to my office and I’ll remove it for you.”

Damn it. All day? “What if I remove it myself?”

“You can if you need to go to the bathroom. But otherwise it needs to be pulsing in your pussy. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good. And don’t touch yourself and don’t make yourself come by clenching your thighs,” he said in a bossy tone.

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