Page 7 of Forbidden Virgin

“I’m on it,” she said, clasping the folder in her sweaty palm. When she entered the elevator, she removed the rubber band keeping her hair tight and neat. Thankfully, she had tons of hair and good texture, for soon the layers floated around her face. She fished her lip-gloss from her pocket and applied a coat of sandy pink on her mouth. She wished she wore more revealing clothes than the beige shirt and pants with the hotel logo monogrammed on top.

When she reached the presidential suite, she knocked, and a couple of seconds later, the always friendly general manager Clarence opened the door.

“Greg asked me to give you this,” she said, handing him the folder.

“Oh, thank you.”

Behind him, she spotted Graham sitting at a fancy sofa looking down at his iPad. “Oh, Mr. Davenport, may I please have a word?” she asked, improvising. Graham wouldn’t say no in front of an employee, would he?

Clarence nodded. “You know what? I have to take a look at this and we’ve just finished anyway,” he said, waving at Graham. “Thank you for your time, Graham. I think we’ve got it covered for tomorrow.”

Clarence left, and she entered the suite. She hadn’t cleaned the top floor before, so she studied the surroundings. A huge chandelier hung at the entrance, setting the tone of the most expensive accommodation they offered. Persian rugs added warmth to the white marble flooring. She walked over to face him; he now stood against the open balcony door, the light breeze curling the drapes that framed the gorgeous beachfront view.

“Is everything okay? What do you want?” Graham asked.

You.“Are you using the crush I have for you against me? I don’t mind starting from the bottom, but my father told me he’d specifically asked you to show me the reins too, so I have an overall idea of the hotel business in the States,” she said, hoping the mention of her father would get him to stop the ignoring game. A move below the belt, but how else would she carve out some time with him? Damn it, at the beach she could tell he wanted her too. No one should be in the way of their desire for each other—certainly not her über conservative family who were thousands of miles away.

“You’ll see. I’ll invite you for meetings when I think they are beneficial to you. I’ll let my assistant know. And remember in a few days there’s the Preston ball Mark invited you to,” he said, and she could detect some hesitance in his tone.

“Thank you.”

He gave her a once over, his gaze lingering on her mouth. “How have you been?”

She chewed on her lip. She was done lying—when she first nurtured less than virtuous feelings for him at sixteen, she’d blamed it on her hormones. She’d omitted her passion for him when she’d asked her father to intervene for a trainee program. Hell, she’d been scared to even mention Graham to her friends, scared they might judge her about their age difference. “I can’t stop thinking about our dinner. How you pleased me.”

Graham ran his hand down his face. “It’s not appropriate to bring it up here.”

She inched closer to him, but he didn’t back away. Her heart thrummed, and a crazy throb knotted her stomach. “Then where? Where can I bring it up?”

“Nowhere.”

“Do you think about it too? Be honest. Because for years I thought this thing I felt for you was so forbidden I couldn’t tell anyone. But when you kissed me, Graham . . . when you kiss me the age difference doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is this,” she said, bringing his hand to her chest. She pushed away his jacket, and palmed his heart. The maddening beats put a smile on her face. “So, I need to know this isn’t just in my head, that I’m not fantasizing about a one-sided attraction. Do you think about it too?” she asked again, drawing a breath.

He dipped his head down until it touched hers. “Yes.”

A long sigh escaped her mouth. “Graham. Kiss me,” she said.

His gaze slid to her lips. “I can’t.”

She played with his tie, her finger sliding up and down the silky fabric. She felt rather than heard a little tremor from him. “Do you want to?”

He caught her wrist. “Just a kiss, okay? That’s all.”

She nodded and he captured her lips with his, this time punishing her. She linked her arms behind his head, and jumping, wrapped her legs around him. He gripped her ass, and walked as he supported her. His tongue got greedier, and she had to come up for air a couple of times otherwise she’d pass out.

He put her on the sofa, and she slid her hand down. She slid it past his belt, excitement growing inside her.

“I said a kiss.”

“You never said where.”

He groaned, and she chuckled. To know she stirred up an experienced man like him did things to her insides. He pulled her shirt over her head, then abruptly tugged her tits out of her bra without fully removing it. His urgency only added to her own.

She arched herself to him, and he took one breast in his mouth. She’d never get used to the thread of delight surging through her whenever he lapped his tongue at her engorged nipple. She moaned, and caressed his hair. She loved running her fingers into his textured set of hair. He cupped her other breast, his palm warm against her prickled skin. “I love when you suck my tits. Gets me so hot, Graham. So ready for you,” she hissed out.

He grazed his teeth on her, gently nibbling her peak. She could feel her thighs getting sticky and her panties drenching wet. He went back to sucking, and she threw her head back, reveling in the wonderful sensation of having him taste her.

He slid one hand down her work pants, and she spread her thighs, silently inviting him to touch her in the most intimate way. When his finger stroked her clit through the fabric, she mewled, a shot of pleasure surging through her and making her so dizzy. “You really want me, don’t you, baby? You want to be fucked.”

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