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“You have something I want and I’m willing to pay for it.”

“Pay?”

“Yes.”

“I told you I’m not a whore,” she said.

“No, but for one night, if you agree, you will be bought and paid for, and I can do whatever the hell I want with you.” He was tempted to kiss her, but he pulled back.

She had until morning.

Without another word, he left her alone and made his way up to his bedroom. His cock was rock hard. He didn’t want to walk away from her, but lift her up on that counter, spread her legs, and fuck her until she was screaming his name.

How could she be a virgin? It seemed ridiculous to even imagine her being a virgin. Crazy. The young girls these days were more promiscuous than ever, his own daughter included.

He’d find out soon enough. If she wasn’t a virgin, and he paid for the privilege of taking that sweet cherry, then he’d make her pay. He’d turn her into a whore, his own personal sex toy—until he grew tired of her. Then he’d discard her, and he’d get what he wanted. She’d leave and April would be free of her, as would he. It was a win-win situation.

But he still had a problem right now, his cock was rock hard, and her scent still lingered. This wasn’t good.

Stepping into the bathroom, he stripped out of his clothes, and then made his way into the shower, not waiting for the water to warm up. He had lost count of the number of nights he had done this to get her out of his mind.

Wrapping his fingers around his hardened length, he started at the base, worked up to the tip, and tried to imagine some other woman. No one was forthcoming. He could only see Clara, on her knees in front of him, mouth open, waiting to take his cock either in her mouth or on all fours, waiting for him to fuck her tight hot cunt, or even her asshole.

During his night with her, she was going to take it all. Her pussy, her ass, and her mouth. If she was a virgin, he doubted any of them had been used the way they were meant to.

Closing his eyes, he pictured her, begging him. His name spilling from her lips as he drove inside her again and again, bringing her closer to orgasm.

He came, hard, his seed spraying onto the shower floor, washing away down the drain. He panted, trying to catch his breath. The orgasm hadn’t helped him at all. In fact, it had made him hornier than ever.

He finished in the shower, turned it off, wrapped a towel around his waist, and stepped into his room.

Just as he was about to enter his closet, he heard a slight knock on the door. April never knocked. He threw open the door and was surprised to see Clara on the other side.

“I don’t need to wait until the morning. I accept,” she said.

“You accept?”

“Yes, but it won’t make me a whore, because a whore needs multiple men, and I won’t be selling myself to anyone else but you.” She nodded her head once as if confirming her decision.

He was in shock. The reality both unsettled and excited him.

With that, she turned on her heel, and he watched her ass as she walked away. He was going to make sure he got the time to spank her ass as well.

Chapter Three

Clara couldn’t tell April, couldn’t tell anyone. This would be her dirty little secret. Ever since she agreed to Grayson’s offer, she’d been half in a trance. What had she done?

She’d done exactly what she’d wanted to do, that’s what. It was easy to play the victim, but it really felt like all her fantasies were coming true. The only man she wanted to give her virginity to was Grayson. Although the circumstances were far from perfect, she wasn’t about to refuse his offer.

Everything that stressed her out in life could be eliminated by selling her body. One night. Clara knew, deep down, she’d tell any man to go to hell and keep his offer—but not Grayson. The situation was as equally perfect as it was complicated.

She scrubbed both hands over her face, wanting to scream out of frustration. Instead, she sat up on the side of her bed and took a cleansing breath.

For the past two weeks she’d avoided visiting her friend. Although she’d agreed to sell her virginity, she wasn’t in a rush. Clara was terrified. The only thing keeping her from going crazy was the fact she wasn’t alone in this. Lindsey had already paved the way, all her financial worries a thing of the past.

And above all else, she reminded herself she was doing this for her mother. Soon that mountain of bills and the endless collection calls would come to an end. Her mother had been through so much since her husband died, trying to keep herself together while working and trying to appear happy in front of Clara. She could see the sadness behind her mother’s eyes, and if she had a chance to bring her a measure of relief, nothing would stop her. Not even sleeping with a man twice her age.

She’d tried to convince herself this was a completely selfless act. That she was sacrificing herself, her virginity, and her innocence to a monster. Some rich, old pervert who could buy whatever he wanted. That helped her sleep at night, but it wasn’t the truth.

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