Page 19 of Forbidden Virgin

Chapter 7

Kate didn’t seeSheri at her desk as usual. She checked her computer and the screen had been turned off. Maybe he’d let Sheri go early today. Her wristwatch said five o’clock, but she knew Sheri sometimes stayed until six.

The light trespassing the heavy oak door told her he worked inside and a wave of relief moved through her. For the past several hours, she’d been on a high of arousal she could no longer stand. She actually went up to her room, tossed her panties and put on a new pair because she’d been so wet, her thighs sticking against each other, she feared someone would notice her heavy scent of arousal. Her panties had been drenched in her essence.

She gave a warning knock once before twisting the stainless steel door handle and walking into his territory.

He rocked back in his chair, ripping his gaze from his sleek Mac screen and darting it at her. She swallowed, and without any formality, marched to him. Before she made it to his lap, he stood and lifted his hand in disagreement. “We need to talk.”

She withdrew, hands perched at her waist. “Talk?” she parroted his serious stance. “Can’t we talk later?” She reached to touch his shirt but he jerked away.

Tension charged in the room. He popped his knuckles, and secured a few feet in between them. What the hell had changed from their scorching meeting hours ago to now? “What’s wrong? Tell me,” she asked, impatiently.

“I talked to Jacob,” he said with a blank expression. “We must put an end to this.”

“End?” AHA. How could her father try to control her even from far away? “What do you mean? Did you tell him we’ve had sex?” She’d not only have to deal with her father’s high moral ground, but if Graham shared their intimacy with her father her heart would break. She lifted her hand to her stomach, desperate to stop the nausea from traveling up her throat.

He gave her a glance before answering. “No. But he plans on paying you a surprise visit sometime, which I shouldn’t tell you. But I can’t lie to you and I can’t keep lying to him.”

“It’s not a lie.”

“Omission is a lie. Especially when I know he’d hate me for being with you and would never get over us being together.”

She’d omitted her crush on Graham for years. If and when her father found out about them, it would have to come from her. She lifted her chin. “This isn’t about him. It’s about me and us. He doesn’t have to know anything.”

He rubbed his temples, and came close enough so she could smell the alcohol clinging to his clothes. A scent that wasn’t there earlier. “Don’t you get it? I know it. I know I’m the selfish son of a bitch who screwed you all the way to Sunday and thrust a mini-vibrator inside you.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and strode away from her a few feet.

Who did he think he was? Sure, he took charge in the bedroom and she loved his domineering ways, but he couldn’t send her away when she became an inconvenience. Anger crawled under her skin, and her blood thickened. “Are you serious? You’re walking out on me? No chance. When things get hard you leave and just move on. You left L.A. to get rid of your past. Well, I’m not letting you go that easy. I’ve been walking with this mini baseball inside me all day. I kept sweating because I couldn’t come and my clit is about to burst. You’re getting me off like you promised then we’ll talk about this nonsense,” she said, her voice loud and demanding.

He glared at her, and she’d never seen him so angry. He pointed at the door. “Get out.”

She inched closer to him, her heart pounding like she’d stumbled out of a strenuous spinning class. “Get me off.”

“Get out,” he repeated, and she wondered if he was mad at her or at wanting her. She hoped for the second.

She gritted her teeth. “Get. Me. Off.” Frustration consumed her, and at the sight of him gesturing toward the door, she lost it. Gasping, she smacked his face. Shit. Her hand hurt and throbbed. She withdrew, jaw dropping. What had she just done?

He slid his hand down his face, probably more surprised than in pain. “You want to get off? You’ll get off,” he said, and he pushed her against his desk. Various items from his desk fell and bumped on the floor.

He pushed down her pants and shoved her against the desk so she plastered her hands on the glass. Grunting, he nudged her legs apart and she panted.

When he touched her ball, she whimpered. She’d expected him to remove it and finger fuck her, but he played with it, rolling it into her pussy while his fingers tapped it, adding an extra vibration.

She heard the sound of him unzipping himself and pulling down his pants and boxers. He intensified the drumming of the ball, and she moaned, lost into the blurry world of desire. Desire so powerful and so raw she could barely see or hear anything else around them. Desire so organic when he drove his fingers into her they became one hot mess.

He worked the egg inside her like he wanted to punish her, the intense ripples of pre-climax making waves inside her. “Yeah. Oh yes. Don’t stop, I’m coming,” she said, her voice breathy.

He removed the egg from her, and her shoulders sagged with disappointment. She’d cursed the damn thing the entire day but didn’t think she’d miss it the second she parted with it. She was about to glance over her shoulder when he placed his hand on her back, flattening her tummy against the desk. Soon, the tip of his cock nudged at her vagina and she quivered.

“Don’t move,” he said, his voice commanding and hot as hell.

He shoved inside her pussy, and the latent state of arousal she’d experienced worsened. She shouted his name, at this point not caring who heard it. He leaned over her and put his hand over her mouth. She licked his index finger, and compromised on a lower, steady moaning repertoire. “Fuck, Kate. Fuck you,” he said, and she imagined his craving for her made him as angry as it aroused him.

He rammed into her, his heavy balls slapping her thighs. She rocked her hips into his huge cock, thankfully her pearly essence kept flowing like never before so she didn’t need extra time for her to accommodate him. This time, she was ready for him, her coated walls swollen and stretched to the max. “God, Graham. You’re killing me.”

He swatted her ass in response. “You slapped me on the face.”

Sorry? Too late for apologizing. He circled his palm on her buttock, then landed another smack on her buttock, and her flesh burned. “Baby,” she whimpered, as more of her essence coated him. “Please let me come.”

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