Page 5 of Forbidden Virgin

She licked her kissable lips. “Why? Aren’t I your type of woman?”

God. “Trust me, you’re every man with a beating heart’s type of woman. It just wouldn’t feel right. You’re my best friend’s daughter and he trusted me enough to ask me to help you professionally. So, if you have a problem with behaving the way you should, I’m going to have to cut this dinner short.” His tone left no room for negotiating.

“Okay. Change of subject. I get it.” She opened the menu. “So. What’s good here?”

Thank God.For the next couple of hours, they talked about everything. He asked her about her friends, her hobbies, her expectations as someone who would start a new academic life in Europe.

She didn’t shy away from any question, and engaged in a smart and fruitful chat. Since the sexual innuendos had stopped, he relaxed a bit, enjoyed his drink and lobster. Also enjoyed spending time with her, truth be told. When he’d met Kate in the past, they rarely spent time together and now talking with her delighted him.

He didn’t always like talking to people. During his troubled childhood and youth, alone time had equaled security and refuge. Then as he’d grown older, he’d preferred the solitude—never living in the same place for too long, and not making a ton of close friends. Jacob had been one of the few, the reason why he had to preserve the friendship. God, how would Jacob react if he knew of the things Kate had told him?

“Is it okay if we take some pictures on the beach?” Kate asked after he paid the bill. “This place is so gorgeous.”

“Sure. I mean, I don’t know how good they’ll be. It’s dark out there.”

“The flash will take care of the darkness. C’mon. Can you resist the gorgeous moon?

Resisting the moon would be easy. Resisting her, however . . . “Okay, fine. We can do this quickly,” he said. “One little stroll and that’s it.”

She mocked him with a salute. “Yes, boss.”

He stood and pulled her chair out for her, making an effort not to look down at her. She followed him on the pathway to the area of the beach where a few couples strolled. “This is great,” she said, snapping a couple of pictures with the iPhone she produced from her clutch. “C’mon,” she said, and removed her shoes, tilting her head to one side, indicating for them to keep walking.

She took off, chuckling, and he caught up to her, quickly realizing they were considerably far from any other couples. Lights from restaurants and hotels lightened the way when the tiki path finished. “Thank you for taking me to dinner. This is great. If I weren’t wearing a dress, I’d totally go in the water.”

“About your dress,” he said, maintaining a polite tone to keep any luscious images of her naked body at bay.

“You don’t like it?” she asked, smoothing it with her hands.

“It’s great. But starting tomorrow you need to dress more professionally. You’ll wear a uniform, but even when you’re not working I’d prefer if you dressed with more modesty.”

“Why?”

“Because otherwise you may get people distracted.” I will get distracted. Though to be fair, this wasn’t just about him—he couldn’t let her parade her hot body around and have his male employees gawk at her when they should be doing their jobs.

She shifted her weight from one foot to another. “And it would be my fault?”

Droplets of water from a more powerful wave splashed near her, and he pulled her away from the sand and behind a big rocky area. “No, of course it’s not your fault. I’m just giving you professional advice.”

“You know I only wore this tonight for you,” she said and slipped into sexual energy again. “I wanted you to like it.”

God. “Kate—”

“Your pants say you like it,” she said, and erased the gap between them. He sucked in a breath, feeling oxygen evaporate from his brain and with it, any possibility of using his better judgment.

He pushed her against the rock and groaned. She yelped, surprised, and he lowered his head and captured her lips. She linked her arms behind his neck, and he thrust his tongue into her mouth, the need for her sizzling through his body. He put his arms around the small of her back, and she squirmed against him.

A kiss. Just a kiss to take the edge off, and that’d be it.

“Graham,” she whimpered, her voice seductive, and his blood rushed through his veins, hot and thick.

He nipped her upper lip, and a couple of sexy moans escaped her throat. His breath came in small pants, and he wanted nothing more than to thrust into her until his heart gave out.

Her hands hovered over his chest, her palm plastering against his shirt. He kissed her harder, and she responded in tandem; her tongue meshing with his, her body teasing. He caught himself pulling her dress down until her breasts bounced free.

He traced her neck with his tongue, pressed himself against her body. Slowly, he skimmed kisses down until her gorgeous breasts greeted him, and he caught one of them in his mouth. She threw her head back and moaned, touching his hair, encouraging him to keep going. Fuck. With his hand, he cupped her other breast, catching her nipple between two fingers. She kept bucking against him.

He needed more—the idea of tasting her seduced him, and he acted on it, feeling the warmth of her skin seep through the fabric until he kneeled in front of her sex. He sniffed her scent of arousal before he pulled up the hem of her dress and faced her nakedness.

His groin stirred. She had the most beautiful pussy he’d ever seen. A strip of light hair descended on the otherwise smooth sex. He kissed her snatch, and her thighs trembled. She was drenching wet. He moved the folds apart, and couldn’t wait any longer—the tip of his tongue outlined her flesh. God. He tasted her, reveling in the sweet essence. She bucked above him.

“That’s right, baby. Fuck my mouth,” he hissed out.

He open-mouth kissed her sweet pussy, and licked at her center, when he noticed an extra layer of skin. What? His blood cooled. She was a virgin. He lifted his hand and touched her hymen as if to make sure of his doom. Yup. Crap.

“Don’t stop, please,” she said, maybe sensing his hesitation.

Graham inhaled deeply. He wouldn’t fuck her, no way. Her first time had to be with someone she loved or meant a lot to her. She couldn’t lose her virginity to her dad’s friend at some random beach. No. Didn’t mean he couldn’t help her out.

He removed his hand. One orgasm and that’d be it.

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