Page 22 of Forbidden Virgin

“Yes, of course. Why didn’t you tell me you caught the flu?” She’d have come sooner had she known.

“I didn’t want to be a bother,” he said, and slid out of the bed. “You didn’t have to come,” he said evenly, and by his tone she didn’t know if he was grateful or annoyed. He disappeared into his bathroom, and she heard the sound of the water running and assumed he brushed his teeth. He probably wasn’t used to asking for help.

“You’re never a bother. I’m glad you feel better.” Because I’m about to tell you how I snooped on your cell phone and scheduled a work dinner.

“I do feel better,” he yelled from the bathroom, and she heard the shower running. She debated whether she should join him—she wanted to, but decided waiting was best. Who knew how recovered he really was? Before she pondered on, he surged from the bathroom wearing a towel wrapped around his waist.

She still wore the work clothes she’d put on before deciding she couldn’t make it to work. He snatched her into his arms, and soon he kissed her with longing, making her entire body vibrate. The minty flavor hinted at the toothbrush he’d used. Her limbs bucked under the blatant desire scorching her belly. He rubbed his face on her, and the day-old shadow prickled her sensitive flesh. “You surprise me every day, sweet Kate.”

She lifted her chin, kissing him. Her tongue teased, played, and tortured his in a dance granting her a groan or two from him. He pulled up her skirt and caressed her bottom. “I called in sick to make sure you were better. We have all day.”

“Good, because I think Nurse Kate will have to take care of a very unruly patient,” he said, slapping her ass. “He doesn’t like to follow the same rules as others.”

“Isn’t he a dirty boy?” she whispered in his ear. “No problem, she knows how to handle dirty boys,” she said, and yanked the towel off of him. Hmmm. Yup. Graham was definitely better.

Chuckling, she went down on his body. His immense cock jumped out and she kissed the tip. “Does this make you feel better?”

He ran his fingers through her hair. “Fuck yes.”

The doorbell rang, the sound pulling her from the haze of lust. She surged to her feet, her pulse spiking. “Expecting company?”

“No.”

“Maybe it’s a solicitor,” she said, though she doubted this nice gated community with million dollar mansions would allow any unauthorized vendors. “I’ll go check. You wait for me, dirty patient, otherwise there’ll be consequences. Be a good boy and keep your cock nice and hard.”

He stroked himself, his fingers working up and down his length. She licked the corner of her mouth, anticipating that big dick inside her. Sighing, she smoothed her hand over her uniform and exited his room.

Didn’t matter how many times she saw it, the sight of him touching himself with his eyes intent on her turned her on beyond belief. She bit back a smile when she opened the door. Whoever waited on the other side couldn’t see the flush taking over her face.

When her gaze landed on the unexpected visitor, her blood froze and smile died on her lips. “Dad?”

* * *

Graham heardvoices coming from the living room, so he slapped on the pair of grey slacks he’d tossed over the chair a couple nights ago and buttoned up a white shirt. She’d spent the entire night with him, cooked soup for him and stroked his hair and back while he slept. A smile curled at his lips.

He’d expected to create sexual memories with her but the past month had meant so much more. And the previous night she’d cared for him, even though he would have refused her assistance had he been conscious. His stomach clenched, and he shook his head, walking out of his room. Best not to think about distractions.

“Graham,” she said, her voice a bit nervous when he joined her at the living area. “I’m so glad to see you’re feeling better. I came over to check on you and I barely walked in. Guess who came over? My dad,” she said, pointing to the side, and Graham’s gaze darted to Jacob. Graham’s spine locked into place, and he experienced a much different nausea than his flu bug.

“Hey buddy,” Jacob stopped reading on his iPhone screen and walked up to him, giving him a hug and patting his back. “I decided to surprise you both. I’m doing a conference in Oahu and had a couple of days free, so I decided to fly in. Your mom had a convention to attend so she couldn’t join me.”

“Nice to see you, man,” Graham said, hating himself for the big fat lie. He avoided looking at Kate altogether; unsure of what type of look he’d been giving her lately. He probably needed to train himself to see her as the old Kate again, otherwise he’d be toast. “Have a seat. Would you like anything to drink?”

“I’m good thanks.” Jacob sat on one of the leather sofas. “I checked in at the hotel and a very helpful front desk clerk told me you had been sick so I thought I’d say hi. Then I meet my cutie here who also came to check on you. Like father like daughter,” he said, then gave one of his easy chuckles.

Like father like daughter.God.

Graham tried to swallow but his tongue got stuck at the roof of his mouth.

“I also texted Amanda, and she just told me,” he tapped his cell phone, one of his many nerdy moves, “she’s throwing a dinner for Preston tomorrow and invited me. She told me you’d be there so I said yes.”

Shit. When he’d dated Amanda, she and Jacob and Anna went on a few double dates in L.A. together and they all added one another on their social media accounts. He could see his friend trying to get them back together and meddling by texting her, but why would she say he’d agreed to go to a dinner party he knew nothing about?

“Dinner . . .” he repeated, more to himself than to the others.

“Maybe you don’t remember because of the fever,” she said, and he finally looked at her, trying to read the message in her eyes. Maybe Kate helped set it up? Meeting Preston wouldn’t be a bad thing. He’d been trying to get a hold of him after the ball but he didn’t need the extra baggage of Amanda.

“I told Amanda I arrived in Maui to visit my darling daughter, and she said I could bring her.”

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