Chapter 21
Virgin for Sale
His fingers stroke over my clit, but he doesnât linger. He slides down toward my entrance.
When he pushes a finger inside me, I gasp. Reaching out to the machine, I hold onto it.
âYouâre as tight as I remember. Have you been with anyone else, Faye? I need to know.â
My name from his lips sounds more like a caress. I love how he growls it. To me, it makes him sound so dominant and out of control all at the same time.
âNo. Thereâs been no one else.â
âGood. This pussy is mine. Your body belongs to me. I donât care what you think, I feel how wet you are for me. How much you want this and I want it too. Make arrangements for Kerry to stay at a friendâs.
Tonight, youâre mine.â
âKerryâs on a school trip for the next week.â
I open my eyes and stare at his reflection.
âEven better.â His hands leave my body, putting my clothes back into place. âDonât make me wait too long for those copies.â I watch, stunned, as he walks away. Heâs at the door when he stops and turns toward me. âDonât play with yourself either.â
Heâs gone within the next second.
My body is bereft at the loss of his touch.
I canât believe heâs done that to me.
The last thing I wanted was for him to stop.
Pressing my thighs together, I try to focus on the copy machine, waiting as each piece of paper comes out.
Itâs no good.
All I can think about is his hands, his cock, his touchâall of my thoughts are dominated by him, and he did it on purpose. This is what heâs been intending to do.
With all of the paperwork done, I return to his office, hoping to make him see reason.
Heâs on the phone and of course he gives me the silent finger as he speaks. He holds his hands out for the paperwork and Iâm so tempted to shove it in his face, but I donât.
Chase is still my boss.
He pushes some envelopes my way, and thatâs my cue to leave. To let him finish his call.
Like a child, Iâm sent off.
Taking the letters, I make my way toward the elevator, but I donât want this job to finish anytime soon. I go for the stairs, needing a break completely. Holding onto the rail, I walk down, trying not to think about the pleasure rushing through my body or the feelings he inspires inside me.
When Iâm with him, I find it hard to remember that Iâm not just me anymore. I have a responsibility to my sister, to take care of her. Failing her is not an option for me.
Even as I try to come up with every single excuse I can think of as to why I should walk away, report him, or just find another position, thereâs no denying I want him. Thatâs the main reason.
I want Chase Dunce.
The need started during our night together. After heâd taken what heâd paid for. The rest of the night, heâd given me a chance to explore his body, to touch, taste, and tease him the way he wanted.
Itâs why I canât walk away.
This is more than just an affair now.
I see it.
We have unfinished business with each other.
Whatâs more, for an entirely selfish reason, I want him to myself. Itâs why I wonât walk away. Why I refuse to leave or to do the right thing.
Iâve been doing the right thing for what feels like an eternity. Would it be so bad to make the wrong decisions? The only person whoâs at risk of getting hurt is me. Iâm the one that will have a broken heart.
This has to be the craziest thing Iâd ever considered doing, and yet it feels so right.
Chapter Ten Chase The good thing about having a PI, I know everything before anyone else does. Yep, I knew Kerry was going on her trip three days ago. I also knew Faye didnât have a clue about it. Sheâd been oblivious to her sisterâs impending trip. If she even had a clue, I imagine sheâd have done what she could to stop her sister from going.
Still, as I watch the last member of my staff leave my office for the night, I perch on the edge of my desk while I wait for Faye to arrive.
Letting her go at the copy machine had been sheer torture. Iâd wanted to keep on teasing her, playing with her body, and showing her all that sheâd been missing.
Instead, I backed away, giving her the space she needs, even if itâs the last thing I need.
Iâm tired of waiting, tired of watching her, wanting her.
One night wasnât enough.
We both know it, and sheâs fighting it.
I felt her response to me today, and she couldnât hide it.
Her pussy was still so tight and untouched and coated my fingers with her slick juices. Her nipples were rock-hard pebbles against my palm. The need was so great within her that I could taste it.