Page 6 of Forbidden Virgin

Chapter 3

Kate bit her lower lip. He found her clit, his tongue lapping at it as threads of pleasure built and burned inside her. She’d fooled around with boys before, but she’d never felt the jolts of climax riding her. She clamped her lips to keep from shouting for the whole beach to hear when he sucked her tender nub and a powerful orgasm spasmed throughout her body.

“Wow,” she said, seconds or minutes later, she couldn’t tell. Her legs shook, and she leaned her back against the rock for support.

Graham slowly emerged from in between her legs and pulled the hem of her dress down. He avoided looking at her, and she pulled up her dress to hide her breasts and recompose as small gasps still fled her lips.

“Everything okay?” she asked him.

He let out a long sigh, the hint of what was to come. “Far from it. You’re a virgin, Kate. And I almost took you right here like some savage.”

I would have loved it.“It’s not a big deal, Graham. I want to have sex with you. Maybe I’m not super experienced but I’m a fast learner. I won’t let you down,” she said, insecurity creeping into her. Just because he rocked her world didn’t mean she would rock his. Maybe he wouldn’t want to teach her what he knew. She bit her inner cheek, anticipating his response.

He snarled at her. “You really think that is the problem?” He ran his fingers through his hair. “You should save your virginity for a guy your age, someone you can build a future with.”

She folded her arms. Her grandmother could have given her that advice and sadly, her mother wouldn’t be far behind. Growing up, they’d lectured her and her sister about making the right choice. “Is that what you did?”

Graham blinked. “What? No.”

“Then why, all of a sudden, am I a regency era lady?” she asked, hands perched at her waist. “Don’t be condescending to me.”

He gazed at her, his eyes gleaming with an emotion she couldn’t quite pinpoint. “I just want what’s best for you.”

“If your oral sex skills are anything to go by, what’s best for me would be you screwing me right now. Listen, do you really think I want a guy my age? A guy who’ll finish in ten minutes and not even know the difference if I fake it?” she said, remembering all the late-night conversations she had with her girlfriends after nights out at clubs or parties. Even based on her own experience . . . no one had ever made her feel the way Graham did.

He waved her off, a silent plea to shut her up. “I’m flattered but the answer’s still no.”

She heard laughter from a couple of people who walked in their direction. The lack of bright lights and the rock gave them some privacy, so she assumed—and hoped— no one had seen them earlier. “We should probably head back.”

“Yes, that’s a great idea.”

She bit back a smile. Insisting on the subject wouldn’t get her anywhere further. Just like a good ballet, there’d be time to advance and retreat. She’d advanced enough for their first non-official date. Now, they’d walk back to the restaurant and he’d drop her at the hotel.

All her parts tingled with excitement. She’d advance again soon—and what an advance it would be . . .

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“Did you fix the glitch?” Kate asked Greg, her supervisor. For the past week, she’d been interning at Housekeeping, certainly the most hard-working department in the hotel. The ins and outs of the trade fascinated her. She’d practiced her Spanish with some of the employees, and learned what she could about cleaning rooms, time management, and also the software they used to update the status of rooms in the system.

Greg scratched his head and glanced at the computer screen. “No. It still says that room is occupied.”

“Who signed on last?” She inched closer to the sleek screen.

“The housekeeper. I asked her but I’m not sure she understood me.”

Kate nodded. She’d noticed that one particular unit often showed up as occupied or dirty in the system, but then once when she’d checked it she discovered it was clean. “I can ask her if you’d like.”

“Sure, she’s off tomorrow but will be back in a couple of days,” he said, fixing his glasses. “It’s probably just a misunderstanding. She hasn’t worked here for long.”

Neither have I. The past week Graham had avoided her any way he could. She suspected he put her in Housekeeping so she’d be super busy during the day and out of his way. He somewhat accomplished his goal. At night, she’d be so tired it would be a stretch to do anything other than shower and sleep.

Maybe that was his plan—to exhaust her so she would change her mind.

“Can you do me a favor? Can you give Clarence these reports?” he asked, handing her a manila folder.

“Sure.”

“He’s not in his office; I think he’s in the presidential suite with the big boss, they were talking about a VIP singer that’s going to check in tomorrow.”

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