7
Katie
“Lock the door, my sweet.” Bruce’s voice is low and throaty. A shiver runs down my spine, yet I step in that direction, following his orders without even thinking about it.
My whole mind is a massive blur. I had no idea this was going to happen when I agreed to come to this meeting. Am I insane for consenting to this? For giving myself away to a stranger, albeit a hot one that makes my mouth water?
After all, this is my virginity we’re talking about. I’ve never even kissed someone before. What if I’m awkward and fumbling, like Ducky in Sixteen Candles? Bruce Lockhart is certainly the type of man who expects nothing but the best, and right now, I’m not sure whether I’ll live up to those expectations. What will he do if I end up disappointing him? Maybe it’s better not to think about that…
God.
A random, terrifying thought suddenly pops into my head as I’m already halfway across the room.
Did I remember to shave my pussy?
The thought haunts me as I reach the door and lock it so that we’re alone in his office together.
Suddenly, Bruce pins me against the wall.
I gasp.
His lips trail along the side of my neck as his hands roam my body, hiking up my dress so that his fingers can dance along my silky thighs.
I can feel his body heat radiating. My cheeks turn pink. Beads of sweat form on the small of my back, and I consider ripping off my dress, desperate to cool off, but it’s impossible for me to move. Bruce’s masculine scent is off the charts; it has me in his thrall.
Then, everything slows down. His hand moves onto my shoulder. Surprisingly, his touch is soft, like that of a lover.
I can’t help but melt, leaning my back into his body.
His lips brush the nape of my neck. They’re rough and yet somehow soothing.
I tilt my head back and moan.
He chuckles. “Already purring for me, are you, kitten?” Bruce teases, nipping at my earlobe, tugging on it ever so gently.
Another moan escapes my lips, much louder this time. Suddenly, I go quiet, my body stiffening. “Can anyone hear us?” I whisper.
“Shh.” He turns me around and places a finger to my lips, silencing me. Once he’s sure I’ll no longer speak, his finger travels onto my cheek, lingering there for a moment. He smiles before pinning a strand of hair behind my ear.
My heart skips a beat. How can this man be both sexy and romantic at the same time? I thought that only happened in movies.
“Don’t worry about a thing,” he assures me. “No one can hear us, so feel free to be as loud as you want. In fact, I encourage it.” He leans in closer. “I love to hear a girl scream, and when my long, thick cock fills you, breaking your cherry open for me, you will scream, I can promise you that.”
His voice chills me to the bone. Scream? The word echoes in my head. I don’t know if I like the sound of that. I know my first time will hurt, but I don’t want it to hurt that much. I gulp, nerves bubbling inside my stomach.
Stay calm, Katie, I tell myself. No need to panic. He means scream in a sexy way. Right?
Bruce continues to caress my body. His lips move up and down my neck, leaving behind a trail of kisses. That alone is enough to wipe the worry from my mind. My skin tingles, burning up with desire. I can feel myself giving in to the lust, but I’m not about to make a mistake. After all, I have my entire life ahead of me.
“You have condoms, don’t you?” I manage to stammer, trying to cover all of my bases. The last thing I want to do right now is get pregnant.
“Don’t you worry about that,” he says with a grin. “I’ll take care of everything, baby.” Our eyes lock. He holds my face in his hands, and without an ounce of hesitation, he leans down, brushing his lips against mine.
It feels wonderful, but I’m horribly stiff at first. Then, he growls and his tongue pushes through my lips and tangles with mine. Once again, I’m melting into his arms. I tug at his hair, clinging to him, feeling like I need him to breathe.
He picks me up. It’s an effortless and fluid motion that has me impressed because I’m not some pencil-thin model. I’ve got some curves, yet he carries me to his desk as if I’m weightless.
Somehow, he’s already cleared it and the gleaming surface beckons.
I look up at him, my eyes wide, refusing to let go.
He smiles, laying me down on my back. “Just relax,” he whispers, prying my arms from around his neck. They fall limply to my sides. My heartbeat skyrockets as I stare at the ceiling, trying to anticipate his next move.
