Page 177 of Charlie

"Your turn," Jack says, handing the book off to Cam and pulling me against his side. Cam clears his throat and continues.

I blow out a shaky breath as Eli's fingers bunch in my skirt. I've imagined him taking my virginity too many times to count, but never would I have dreamed it would start with him on his knees begging me for it. He presses a kiss to my stomach and stands, grabbing my hand and pulling me back toward the kitchen.

"Dinner first, then we’re not stopping until Monday morning."

Holy fuck. "The whole weekend? That's a little cocky to assume, isn't it?"

"I'll need every minute, Lainey. I've been dreaming of this for years."

"You can stop the act," I say, rolling my eyes. "You want my virginity, I get it. I need the money. Win-win."

"If that's how you feel, we can eat dinner, gossip until we fall asleep and you can leave in the morning. I didn't bid on you to sleep with you, Lainey. I bid on you so some other creep couldn’t."

"Dinner, talking, and sleep? And then I get my money?" Why am I being a stubborn bitch about this when I've wanted to sleep with him for years? Probably because I want him to WANT to sleep with me, not just because he doesn't want someone else taking my virginity. It makes him seem like an asshole, now that I'm thinking about it.

He nods. "I only have one bed at the moment, but I swear to God I won't touch you unless you ask me to."

"Deal." His hand envelops mine as we shake on it, callouses scraping over my skin, making me wonder what it would feel like if he touched me between my legs.

Cam looks up, his cheeks flushed. "Do you want me to skip forward a little?"

"Maybe skim it and tell us the important parts?" I suggest, knowing exactly where this book is about to go and wanting to get there as quickly as possible.

"Good idea." He runs his finger down the middle of the page, scanning it impossibly fast. "He doesn't have a table yet, so they eat in bed. He made steak, baked potatoes, and salad. Best she's ever had. Ah. Here we go."

I'm not sure if it's the fact that we're sitting on a bed, and therefore sex is the only thing on my mind, or if it's the fact that he's hot as hell, but all I want to do is push him down and impale myself.

"Now what?" I ask when the conversation lulls, leaning back against the headboard and patting my full belly.

"Why don't you find something you want to watch while I take a quick shower? My time management today was sub-par. Believe it or not, I wasn't planning on greeting you in an apron and boxers." He tosses me the remote and disappears into the bathroom, not bothering to close the door all the way.

I turn the TV on, flipping through the channels, trying to ignore that Eli Parker is naked in the shower less than twenty feet away from me. Soaping up his body. His hand sliding over his – God, I can't do this. I climb off the bed and tiptoe to the bathroom, nearly stumbling when I hear him moan my name. I peek around the edge of the door, and my knees go weak. I can see his side profile, his head tilted back as steam billows around him, his hand working over his very large, very erect cock. I may be a virgin, but I'm not a prude. The guy is hung. He says my name again, worshipping the syllables, and my gaze flies up to his face. He's looking me dead in the eyes.

"Fuck, Eli!" My hand slams to my chest, my heart trying to beat its way out of its bony prison.

"Do you want to join me, Lainey? Or do you just want to watch?"

I bite my lip, my gaze slipping back down his body, watching as he fucks his hand. His next moan is desperate, his hips picking up speed, his eyes never leaving mine. I clench my thighs together, the throbbing is almost unbearable.

"Last chance, Lainey girl." His voice is rough with desire, his words kicking me into action. I'm not going to deny myself pleasure any longer. I've wanted this forever, and I'm going to take what he's offering me with a fucking smile on my face.

"Wait," I beg, leaving my clothes in a heap on the floor, stepping into the shower still wearing my bra and underwear. Before he can stop me, I drop to my knees and run my tongue along his length, sweeping the drop of precum from the tip of his cock with my tongue, moaning as his taste permeates my senses.

"Lainey, that's not what I meant by having you join me," he says, holding my head still between his hands. I slide my hand over his shaft, holding my tongue out to catch him when his hips jerk involuntarily. "Fuck," he groans, pushing the head of his cock past my lips, watching as the ridge catches on them. He pulls back again, his hands trembling in my hair. "Lainey. Tonight is about you losing your virginity the right way, not me finally getting to live out my fantasies."

I stand, his words stealing the breath from my lungs. "What do you mean by fantasies?"

He cradles my face, the honesty in his eyes pulling at my soul. "I've wanted you for as long as I can remember, Lainey. Not just your body, either."

I push up on my toes and crush my lips to his, our bodies crashing together, rough hands trying to pull me even closer. He takes control immediately, turning and pressing my back to the glass, positioning his cock between my legs before sliding his palm up my torso to cup my breast.

Jack unbuckles me and pulls me into his lap, his cock hard against my back, one hand skimming up my side and cupping my breast.

"Are we doing a live-action version of the book?" I laugh, arching into his touch.

"Great idea, Carebear." Lach pulls me up, pressing me against the wall, adjusting himself so his cock is riding over my clit before capturing my lips with his. He cups my breast in his palm, weighing it in his hand before rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

He breaks the kiss, breathing hard, "What comes next, Cam?"

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