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Chapter3
Chapter4
Chapter5
Chapter6
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C H A P T E R 1

arterBuchanan,Billionaire,PresidentofBuchananIndustries—BiotechDivision

MMA

WALKED

outoftheconferenceroom,herlusciousassswingingsidetosideinthat

fucking pencil skirt and I couldn’t tear my gaze from her curves. Not even when my
cockgrewhardasgranitebeneaththetable.IhaditbadforEmma.Bad.Isportedthe
worstcaseofblueballsimaginableanditwasallbecauseofher.

She'dwaltzedintomyofficeayearagowithanarmfuloffiles,introducedherselfas

mybrother,Ford's,newsecretary,andI'dalmostcomeinmypantsthenandthere.My
brother had all the fucking luck. Since that first moment, when I saw her perfect tits
framedinthattight,blacksweater,herwidehipsandperfectasshuggedbylonglinen
pants,Icouldthinkofnothingbutbendingherovermydeskandmakinghermine.

Butthecompanyhadastricthands-offpolicy.Hell,sodidI.ButHRwouldhavea

lawsuitontheirhandsiftheyknewallofthewaysIwantedtofuckher,toclaimthose
curves,evenifsheworkedforFordinacompletelydifferentdepartment.

Itwasn'tjustherbodythatdrovemeinsane—andmademydickconstantlyhard—it

was her sharp mind, too. Overqualified for her job, she made Ford's work life easy.
She'dswoopedinandorganizedourjointproductionschedulesthefirstweek,making
thepreviousassistantseemabumblingfoolandgivingmysecretary,Tori,somemuch
neededrelief.EmmaknewwhatFordandIneededevenbeforewedid.Hell,theother
execs,too.Iconsideredputtingherupforapromotion,butthenI'dmisshearingher
softly pitched, "Good morning, Carter," as she waltzed into the staff meeting every
TuesdayandThursdaymorningatprecisely8:00am.

Yes,allthosefuckingthoughts—andthoughtsaboutfucking—mademeanasshole,

but I hadn't touched her. I'd imagined it so many different ways, but all of them had
onethingincommon.I'dfuckherraw,nocondom,andI'dfillherwithmycum.I'd
shootitsofarinsideher,andsooften,thatshe'dneverbeabletowashthescentofme
fromherbody.She'dbemarkedasmine.Yes,everyfuckfestinmyheadendedwith
meclaimingherinthemostelementalofways,fillingherwithmybabyasImadeher
writheandbegforrelease.

Not very gentlemanly of me. But every time I saw her, my Ivy League education

andanalyticalminddevolvedaboutamillionyears.Ichangedintosomethingprimal.

Acaveman.Iwantedtotanglemyfingersinherhairanddragherintomyofficeand
fuckher.Makesuresheknewexactlywhoshebelongedto.

I’ddiscreetlyaskedmybrotheraboutheronseveraloccasions.Fordhadtoldmeto

fuck off and find my own secretary. And that was why I'd left her alone for the last
twelve months. I wasn't just an asshole, I was an old asshole. Ten years her senior. I
wasreadytosettledown,togetonwiththathousewiththepicketfence,thetwokids
and a fucking Labrador Retriever. She made me think crazy thoughts, want things I
never imagined I’d want. But I did. I wanted that fucking house. I wanted her round
andpregnantwithmybaby.Ievenwantedthefuckingdog.Butonlywithher.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t ready. Emma was just twenty-four and needed to live a

littlebeforeadominatingcavemanlikemetookoverherlife.Onceshewasmine,I’d
want total control. I’d fuck her when I wanted to, pamper her the way I wanted to,
makesureshecamesomanytimesonmyhardcockthatsheneverlookedatanother
man again. I’d ruin her, and she wasn’t ready for that. Not for what I wanted to give
her. I'd waited a year already and she graduated in a few weeks with a Master’s in
Finance.Yeah,shecouldanalyzemyfuckingnumbersanytime.

Sure,I’dwaitedlikeafuckinggentleman,triedtogiveherthespacesheneededto

sowherwildoats.IfiguredIcouldwaitafewmoreweeks.

At least, that was the plan. But when I heard her voice drifting down the hallway

fromthecopyroom,everythingchanged.

"Ihatebeingavirgin,"shesaid.Idoubtedsheknewhervoicecarried,butIwasglad

itwasmethatheardherconfession.Ifithadbeenanyoneelsewhoknewhersecret,I'd
have to beat the shit out of them. No one messed with Emma. She might be Ford's
secretary,butshewasmine.

Iwaswalkingpast,headingbacktotheelevatorsafterourThursdaymeetingonthe

fourteenth floor when I recognized her voice. It was her words though, that had me
leaningagainstthewallandoutofsight.Eavesdropping.She'dturnedmeintoafucking
eavesdropper.No,thefactthatshe'dsaidshewasavirginhad.

"There'snothingwrongwithbeingavirgin."Irecognizedthevoiceofmysecretary,

Tori.Shewasinherlatetwenties,single,andgorgeous.Itoldherthatsheshouldgoout
withFord,butshejustraisedabrowandtoldmeshe’dswornoffmen.She’dworked
formejustoverayearbutIdidn’tknowmorethanthat.Andwiththedon’t-fuck-with-
melookinhereyes,Ididn’taskfordetails.Ididn’thavetimetodigintoherpersonal
life. As usual, she was efficient and professional, and I thought her words to Emma
weresound.

"I'mtwenty-four,Tori.Imustbetheoldestvirginonearth."
Ithoughtofher,untouched,pure.God,justknowingthatpussyhadn'tbeenfucked

hadmeshiftingmycock.Ihadtolookdownthehalltoensurenoonecouldseeme
withmydickhard.

"Soafewmoredays,weeks,hell,months,isn'tgoingtomakeadifference.Trustme

onthatone."Thewomandeservedapromotionforthatanswer.

"ThatguyJimranoutofmyapartmentwhenItoldhimI'dneverhadsexbefore.He

calledmeaunicorn.Whatthehelldoesthatevenmean?"

Iheardthecopierdooropen,thenclose.Themachinekickedon.
"Hewasanasshole,"Torireplied.

Thank fuck he was an asshole. I didn't even know who the hell Jim was, but he

didn’tdeservemysweetEmma,orhervirginpussy.

"I'mtellingyou,don'tdoit.SomeguyatabarisnotwhoyouwanttogiveyourV

cardto,"Torisaid.

Whatguyatwhatbar?Istoodupstraightandleanedcloser.
"Well,thatVcardisinmyway.Noguywantstodealwithavirgin,Tori.I’mlikea

kid playing in the grown-up pool. It's just one night and then it's over. I can put the
stupidvirginitythingbehindmeandmoveon."

No one wanted to deal with her? Hell, she was perfect as she was. Girl next door

perfectandI'dbeenafraidI'dcorrupther.Iwasn'tagoodguy.Hell,I'dworkedmyway
through enough women to know what they thought of me. I was—used to be—the
fuck-emandleave-emtype,butI'dneverofferedanyofthemmorethanonenightand
they all knew that going in. I'd only wanted a release, a short respite where I forgot
everything in their willing bodies. I hadn't promised more. Ever. Had never wanted
more.UntilEmma.AndIwantedtogivehereverything.

"Then pick someone to make it worth your while. We both know who you really

want.”

I heard Emma laugh, but the sound wasn’t sweet, it was sad. "Yeah, that's so not

goingtohappen.Hedoesn'tevenknowI'malive."

Torilaughed.“Maybeyoushouldparadearoundnaked.He’llnotice,trustme.And

I’veheardhe’sfuckingfantasticinbed.”

“God,don’ttellmethingslikethat,”Emmapleaded.“Ialreadycan’tthinkwhenI’m

aroundhim.”

“Seriously, woman. Why don’t you dress up a little? Show some cleavage. You

know,seducehim?”

“Right.Me?You’vegottobekidding.I’maboutassexyasakindergartenteacher.”

Emma sighed and I imagined her crossing her arms, knew the exact face she was
probablymaking.“Hencetheproblem,Tori.Big,stupidvirgin,remember?Hewouldn’t
waste his time with me. He doesn't seem like the virgin type. Which is one of the
reasonsIwanttogetlaidtonight.”

Tonight?AndwhowasmyEmmapiningfor?Whothefuckwasshetalkingabout?

Was Emma interested in someone? I'd never heard of her going on a date, and Ford
keptprettyclosetabsoneveryoneworkingforhim.Theofficewassmallenoughfor
metofindoutwhatshewasdoingmostofthetime.OnlyBradfromAccountinghad
comesniffingaroundherlastThanksgivingandI'dshuthimdowneasilyenough.Who
thehellwasshelongingforandwhydidn'tIknowabouthim?Iwasajealousprickfor
wondering,buthell,Iwasselfish.Iwantedheralltomyself.

“I still think a one night stand with some guy you hook up with in a bar is a bad

idea.”

BlessToriandhersageadvice.Troublewas,myEmmawasn’tlistening.
"Look,Tori,it'sfine.Astrangerisbetter.IfI’mterribleinbed,I’llneverhavetosee

him again. And I want to know what it's like to have a man inside me. I want him
sweaty and bossy and so fucking hard he can’t wait to fuck me. I want a real man. I
wantskinandkissingandarealcock,notbattery-operatedBob."

Myballsdrewupatherwords.Shewantedskin?Kissing?Abossymanwithabig

cock?

Ihadacockshecouldridealldamnnight.
Tori laughed. "Fine, fine. You're a big girl. We'll meet tonight at Frankie’s. Seven

o’clock. If you're going to have a one-night-stand, I'll at least make sure you have
condomsandtheguy'snotaserialkiller."

"Thanks,Tori!"Emmawasreallyexcited.Iknewthattoneanditwasthesameone

she’dusedwhenflowersarrivedatherdeskonValentine'sDay.Twodozenlongstem
redrosesfromasecretadmirer.Me.

Ford had called me himself and warned me to back off. Well, I had. Promising to

wait until she graduated to make my move. But her plans for tonight changed
everything.

TheonlycockEmmawasgoingtohaveinsidehertonight,oranyfuckingnight,was

mine.

Whentwomenfromfinanceheadedmyway,IturnedandwalkedbackthewayI

hadcome,duckingintothemen'sroom.Ididn'twantEmmatoknowI'dbeenlistening
andIneededafewminutestowillmycockbackintosubmission.

Fifteenminuteslater,Isatbehindmydeskandwatchedthesexiestfuckingwoman

on the planet enter my office with the typed up reports from our morning meeting.
Yeah, I could get the fucking things on email, but I liked them printed out and
delivered. I was old fucking fashioned in that way, and wasn’t about to change,
especiallyifitbroughtherthroughmyofficedoor.

Emma set the report on the corner of my desk and didn’t even look at me, which

wasprobablyagoodthing,consideringthewayIdevouredhercurveswithmyeyes.

“It’sfive,Mr.Buchanan.Unlessthere’ssomethingelseyouneedfromouroffice,I’m

goingtocallitaday.”

I swallowed hard. Need? Yeah, there was something else I needed, but I wasn’t

goingtotakeithere,inmyoffice,withherskirtflippedupoverherlusciousassand
herheaddownonmydesk.

At least, not yet. That would come later. When she knew who she belonged to.

Whenherbodyknewitwasmine.

“That'sfine,Emma.Areyouhittingthetownwiththerestofthestafffortheirusual

ThursdaynightatFrankie’sBar?”Theplacewasupscale,expensive,andofferedexotic
drinkslikechocolatemartinis.Anditwasonlytwoblocksfromtheoffice.So,yeah,the
barhadbeenahauntoftheBuchananstaffforyears.

Hercheeksturnedpinkandshebitherlip,butshealsoraisedherheadinsurprise

andmetmygaze.Ifeltthatbright,innocentstaredowntomytoes.

I imagined those big, round eyes sizing some stranger up at a bar. Accepting his

offertobuyheradrink.Agreeingtogohomewithhim.Takingoffthattightfucking
skirtandwrappingherlegsaroundhiswaist.

Fuck.
I had to turn away, afraid she’d see the rage building in my head, buzzing like a

hornets’nest.Noonewasfuckingtouchingher.Noonebutme.

Aftercountingtoten,Ilookedbackup.
Shegrinned,pickingatthecornerofthenotepadandpaperssheheldinfrontofher

chest.“Yes.Everyone’smeetingthereafterwork.HowdidyouknowaboutFrankie’s?

I’veneverseenyoutherebefore.”

Standingslowly,Iwalkedaroundtheedgeofmydeskandstoppedinchesfromher.

Morethananything,Iwantedtopullherintomyarmsandforbidherfromentering
thatmeatmarket.Iknewalltoowelljusthowmanyyoung,arrogantprickswouldbe
there waiting to get their hands on a soft, curvy virgin like my Emma. They’d be
dressedintheirsuits,hairslickedback,throwinghundreddollarbillsonthebartotry
toimpresstheladies,tryingtoimpressEmma.

Eyesgrowingwider,shewatchedmeapproach,butheldherground.Thatwasmy

girl.Ilovedthatspunk,thatfuckingfire.She’dneverbackeddown,notonceinallthe
monthsshe’dworkedfortheBuchanans.

Unable to resist touching her, I lifted my hand to her shoulder in what I hoped

wouldn’tcomeoffasanassholemove.Sheglanceddownatmyhand,confused,Iwas
sure,becauseI'dnevertouchedherbefore,butshedidn’tshrugmeoff.

Iwaitedpatientlyforhertoraisehergazetomine.“I’veneverbeeninvited.”
“What?” Shock clouded her eyes, but she quickly blinked it away. “How? I mean,

I’msorry.Ididn’tknow.Idon’t…that’snot…I—”

She was so damn beautiful when she stuttered, and her obvious concern for my

emotionalwell-beingwasadorable.

Leaningforward,Iplacedachastekissonhercheekbeforesteppingaway.“Don’t

worryaboutme,Emma.”

Shegaspedatthesurprisecontact,thenbitherlipandstifledthesound.Hercheek

waswarmandsilkysoftbeneathmylips.Iwantedmore,tofindoutifshewassodamn
softeverywhereelse.Andherscent…

“No,” she replied. “I think you should come. Get to know everyone better. Maybe

theywouldn’tbesosc—”

Emma stopped herself just in time and I threw back my head with laughter.

“Scared?”

Herblushwasadeep,darkpinkandIlongedtotracethecolorallthewaydownher

neckandunderthatblouse,discoverifherbreastswereasflushedasherface.

“I’msorry.”Shesighed.“Look,I’mnotusuallysuchamess.Idon’tnormally—”
“Tellmethetruth?”Icutheroff.
She raised a brow, but met my gaze squarely. “I tell you the truth, but I don't tell

tales.”

“That’sbecauseyou’resmart.”
It was her turn to laugh. “Apparently, not around you.” Her gaze drifted lower, to

mymouth,mylips,justforamoment,butIsawit,andIknewIwouldhaveher.Soon.

I squeezed her shoulder and reluctantly, let her go. “Go on, Emma. It’s been a

helluvaweek.YoubettergobeforetheythinkItrappedyouherefortheweekend.”

Trapped,underme.Ontopofme.Bentovermydesk.
Itwaslikemycockhadtakenovermyhead.
“Seeyounextweek.”Emmawalkedoutofmyofficewithoutlookingback,hersoft

blondhairswingingoverhershoulders,hercurvyasssashayingassheleftmestanding
therealone,likeadick.

Inearlyranafterher.Instead,Ifistedmyhandsinmypocketsandtoldmycockto

fuckingstanddown.Nothingwashappeninguntillater.

NothingbutmeconvincingEmmathatIwastherightmanforher,theonlymanfor

her.

TherewasnofuckingwayEmmawasgivinghervirginitytosomerandomfuckerat

abar.Shewantedcock?Ihadoneshecouldtakefulladvantageof.Butitwasn'tjust
one night I wanted. I wanted all her nights. I’d stayed away because she was pure,
becauseIdidn’twanttoriskruiningherwithmybaseneeds.AndbecauseIknewshe
had plans, was just finishing her degree. I was trying to be a god-damned gentleman
andwaituntilshewasready.

Thatwasover.Ifshewasreadytogiveherbodyaway,shedamnwellwasgoingto

give it to me and no one else. I wanted Emma. Her body was mine. Her smile was
mine. That luscious mouth was mine to fuck. Her virginity, mine to take. I wouldn’t
shareher.Icouldn’tstandbyandwatchhergiveherselftosomerandomstrangerall
tooeagertofuckherandforgether.

ShedeservedbetterthanthatandIwasgoingtomakesureshegotit.
Forever.Yes,Emmawasgoingtobeminetonight.Afterthat,shewouldn'thaveany

doubtsaboutwhoshebelongedto.

But first, I had to convince her that I wasn’t playing around. I’d take her out to

dinnerandholddoors,that’swhatI’ddo.I’dseduceher,makeherscreamwithevery
orgasm,fillherwetpussywithmybig,hardcock.I’dsendherroseseveryfuckingday
andkissheruntilshecouldn’tbreathe.Eventually,I’dputmyringonherfingerand
mybabyinherwomb.I’dclaimhereverywayamancouldclaimhiswoman.

I was done trying to be noble, trying to protect her from my darkness. If she was

readyformore,Iwasgoingtogiveittoher.Me.Nooneelse.

Shewasmine,shejustdidn’tknowityet.

C H A P T E R 2

mmaSanders

ADJUSTED

thestrapofmynewpinkbraandlookedatmyselfinthemirror.Thepinklace

and satin did an amazing job hoisting up my large breasts. The line of cleavage the
demi bra created was impressive. I just had to hope that the guy who I took home
tonight liked boobs. Big, soft round boobs that were so sensitive to the touch that I
shudderedeverytimeIaccidentallybumpedintomyboss'sbrother.Carter.

Itookadeepbreath,triedtocalmmyracingheart.EverytimeIthoughtaboutwhat

Iwasgoingtodotonight,Ifreaked.So,yeah,maybepickinguparandomguyatabar,
bringing him home and letting him pop my cherry wasn’t the smartest idea I’d ever
had.ButIwasdesperate.Noonewantedtodateanuptight,twenty-fouryearoldvirgin.
ThemenI’dtoldthoughtIwassuper-religiousandlookingforanengagementring,or
coldasice,rigidanduntouchable.

IwasgoingtofuckwhateverhottieIcouldfindatthebar.Iwasn’tgoingtoask,or

tellhimIwasavirgin.Hellno.Thatwouldderailtheentirething.Ididn’twanthimto
knowaboutmyunfortunatestateuntilhiscockwasburieddeepandthedeeddone.

If he knew, he’d leave me untouched. Hot and horny and desperate to be fucked.

ButsomethingabouttheVcardscaredoffmywould-belovers.

Iwasn'tanythingspecial.HowcouldIbe?IwasstillholdingmyVcard.IfI'dbeen

sexy enough, attractive enough, hot enough, I'd have dates every weekend. But no. I
couldn’t seduce a man because I’d never taken one to bed. I didn’t know how to act
sexy,ortotemptalovertomybed.Thoseinvisiblesignalscouplesgaveeachother?I
knewtheyexisted,buthadnocluehowtoparticipate.

IfIdidn'tresolvethisvirginityproblem,I'dturnintoanoldcatlady.Aspinstercat

lady with a cobweb covered vagina. When I told that guy Jim, my date to the office
Christmasparty,thatI'dneverhadsexbefore,hismouthhadfallenopenandhe'dbeen
afraidtotouchme.He'dsaidIwasaunicorn.

Aunicorn.Noonewantedtofuckaunicorn.AtleastnotJimsincehe’drunforthe

doorfasterthanIcouldtrackhim.

Seemednomanwantedtodealwithavirgin.Itwasn’tlikeIwassavingmyselffor

someonespecial,I’djustnevermetaguyIwantedbadlyenoughtospreadmylegsand

lethimtakeme.

ExceptCarterBuchanan.Buthewassofaroutofmyleague,eventhinkinghisname

was a joke of epic proportions. He was a walking cliché, tall dark and handsome. His
darkbrownhairjustreachedhiscollarinthebackandIstaredatthesoftwaveswhen
he wasn’t looking, imagined running my hands through his hair. His dark eyes were
intense.Everytimehelookedatme,Ifeltlikehecouldreadmymindorsomething.
Carter was sexy, successful. A freaking billionaire Buchanan, a member of the most
famous,richest,hottestgroupofbachelorsinallofColorado.AndmyFord'sbrother.

Sure, I worked with him and delivered reports and files to his office, but Carter

BuchananbarelyevenknewIwasalive,anditwastimetostoppiningforsomethingI
couldneverhave.

Condensation still coated the mirror from my scorching hot shower. I wiped the

mirror with the hand towel and touched up my lipstick before walking back into my
bedroomtograbmydress.

Yeah,Iwasaunicorn.Ahornyunicornwithanitchtoscratch.AnditwasallCarter

Buchanan'sfault.Sure,hewasbeyondreach,buthewasalsomyfantasy.

IfIhadmyway,I'dwalkintohisoffice,climbonhislapashesatinhisdeskchair

whilehewasonaconferencecallandtakehimforaride.I'dhavepulledhishugecock
—andinmydreamsitwashuge—fromhisdresspantsandimpalemyselfonit.He'd
have ripped through my stupid hymen with ruthless precision and then fucked me
withanexpertisethatleftmesatedandwellsatisfied.

Just like the long line of women he'd had. I stepped into my little black dress as I

thought of Sheila and Tamera and Evelyn, all women he'd taken to various functions
and office parties. I'd been barely able to look at him as he'd placed his hand at the
small of their backs. His touch never was a blatantly sexual gesture—I'd never seen
him once be overtly sexual with any of them—but I wanted him to do it to me
nonetheless. I'd feel the heat from his palm on my lower back and he'd guide me
whereverhewantedmetogo.

Iwantedhimwithafiercenessthatmademewanttopokethosewomen'seyesout

with my letter opener. But I'd needed the job at Buchanan Industries to pay for my
master’sprogramandsoIkeptmyfeelingswellincheck.Carterdidn'tknowIwanted
him to bend me over his desk, pull up my skirt and fuck me hard. His hand would
covermymouthsonooneelsecouldhearmecoming.Ididn'tcareaboutofficepolicy.
He didn't know I watched his ass every time he left Ford’s office, otherwise he'd
probably report me to HR. I was just his brother’s secretary and he'd never once
indicatedhewastheleastbitinterestedinme.Untiltoday.

Today, he’d touched me. Kissed my cheek. Had he been fishing for an invite to

Frankie’stonight?

“Shutup,woman.You’relosingit.”Iscoldedmyselfinthesilenceofmybedroom.

Carter Buchanan was a billionaire. A sexy, arrogant, hard-nosed businessman. He’d
neverinamillionyearsbeinterestedinastupidvirginlikeme.Butifheoffered,would
Igiveittohim?WouldIlethimpunchmyVcardandjustbeanotherwomaninhis
longlineofthem?

Hell,yes.
As I slipped into my heels, I knew it didn't matter. I was leaving the company

anyway.Sure,beingFord’ssecretarywasinteresting,andgoodexperience,butIhadn’t
gonetoschoolforsixfuckingyearstoanswerthephoneandkeepaman’sschedule.
No,I’dgottenthecalljustthedaybefore,apositionatanewcompanyintheirfinance
department. All mine. Three times the pay and half the overtime. My final interview
withtheCEOwastomorrow,butthey’dalreadyofferedmethejob.

Infact,I’dalreadygivenFordmytwo-weeksnotice.Onemoreweek,andIwasout.
Nomoremakingcopiesandgettingcoffee.I’dhavemyownofficewithanadmin

assistant working for me. No more Tuesday and Thursday morning meetings with
CarterBuchanan.Nomoresittingacrossfromhimignoringthatsexyashellcologne.

NomoreCarter.
I walked to the dresser and put my favorite diamond stud earrings in as I scolded

myself.“It’sforthebest,Emma.Youcan’thavehim.It’stimetomoveon.”

No.More.Carter.
Icouldn'tstandtoseeanotherpictureofhimwithagorgeouswomanonhisarm.I

had to give up the dream that he'd ever want me, that he thought of me as anything
morethananemployee.AndsoIwasthankfulforthechangemynewjobwouldbring.
I'dletthisridiculousobsessionwithCartergoandmoveonwithmylife.

Startingtonight.First,I'dfindaguywhowantedagoodtime.Inacoupleweeks,I'd

start my new job as a full-fledged, experienced woman and finally be free of my
obsessionwithCarterBuchanan.

C H A P T E R 3

arter

GOT

to the bar early, sat at a stool where the lighting was dim, nursed a drink and

watched Emma. She met up with Tori promptly at seven—her punctuality was
borderlineOCD—andhadadrink.Onlyone,whichhadkeptmerelaxed.

They talked and scoped out the room, no doubt debating the man choices for

Emma.Iwascontenttositandstareatherblatantcurves,thebrightslashofredonher
fulllips,thewayherpalehairfellinringletsonherneck.Butwhentheladiesmovedto
thedancefloorandrandommenjoinedthem,Iwasn'tsopatient.Torilookedgreat,as
usual, her body hugged in a tight white dress that highlighted every curve. Her hair
wasadarkauburn,andnexttoEmma’spaleblondhairandtightblackdress,theywere
totingsomedangerouscurves.AndIwasn’ttheonlymanintheroomwhonoticed.

ItwasafterthethirdsongthatToriwenttotherestroom,leavingEmmaalone.One

guyhaddancedtwosongswithher,shiftingandswayingwithhertothesteadybeat.
He hadn't touched her. Yet. All the men were watching her in that form fitting black
dress,someIrecognizedfromtheoffice.WiththeV-neck,herbreastswereondisplay.
Grudgingly,Ihadtoadmitthatshewasdressedtastefully.Emmawasn’tawhore,she
wasclassy.ButitwasthemostofhercleavageI'deverseen.

That view was for me, not every horny asshole in the bar. When the guy moved

behindher,placedhishandsonherhipsandstartedtogrindagainstherass,Iwasdone
bidingmytime.

Therewasonlyonethingonthatguy'smind.Herpussy.Andthatpussybelongedto

me.

Itossedsomemoneyonthebarandwalkedovertothedancefloor.Emma'seyes

wereclosedandshemovedtothemusicasifshehadaninternalbeat.WhenIstepped
close,theguylookedmyway.Iangledmyhead,tellinghim,withoutwords,togetlost.

PerhapsitwasbecauseIwasrightinhisface.PerhapsitwasthelookIgavehim,but

heletgoofEmma'ships,helduphishandstoshowmetheywereoffher,andstepped
away.

The man had a good instinct for self-preservation because he'd gotten his dick as

closetoEmmaasitwasevergoingtoget.

Settling in behind her, I put my hands on her for the second time. I was glad the

musicwasloudbecauseithidthegroanIcouldn'tholdin.Shewassowarm,herbody
so soft and lush. I stepped up close and moved against her, my cock pressing against
the soft swell of her ass. Leaning in, I breathed in her scent at the side of her neck.
Whensheangledherheadtogivemebetteraccess,Ikissedhersweatyskinandlicked
thetasteofherfrommylips.

Thescentoflemongrassandsugardriftedupfromherstilldamphair,butherneck

tasted salty and sweet and I wondered if her pussy would be the same. My mouth
wateredtofindout,butnothere.Notnow.

NowIreveledinholdingher,tofeelherwrithing,completelyuninhibited,against

me.IsawToriapproach,watchedherbrowneyeswideninsurpriseatthesightofme
dancingwithEmmainmyarms.Thewomanwasn'tgoingtokeepmefrommyEmma.
Shewasn'tgoingtointerferewithmegettingwhatIwanted.Fuckno.BecauseEmma
was already mine. From the way Tori smiled at me, she knew. When she angled her
headtowardtheentrance,Inoddedinreply.ShewasleavingandknewIwastheone
whowasgoingtokeepEmmasafetonight.Yes,thewomanwasageniusandshewas
gettingafuckingraise.

Whenthesongended,Emmaspunaround,putherhandsonmychest.Whenshe

lookedupatmethroughherlonglashes,sawwho'dbeendancingwithher,shefroze.
HerhandscameoffmychestasifI'dburnedher,butIgrabbedherwrists,pressedher
handsbackwheretheybelonged.

“Carter,”shebreathed,andthesoundofmynameonherlipsmademyballsache.

She’d never said my name before, and suddenly I wanted to hear it over and over,
preferablyasshebeggedmetostretchheropenonmyhardcock.Hereyeswerewide
asshelickedherlips.Idoubtedsheknewwhatthatlittlegesturedidtome.“I’msorry.
Imean,Mr.Buchanan.Whatareyoudoinghere?”

“Dancingwithyou.”Ismiledthen,butitonlymadehermorenervous.
“Idon'tthink…Imean,weshouldn't.”
“Dance?”
Shenodded,lookedaround.Thecrowdswirledaroundus,unawareoftheelectricity

arcingbetweenus.

“Allright,Emma.Wedon'thavetodance.”
Releasingoneofherhands,ItuggedheralongbehindmetowardaVIProomthey

keptopenfortheirtoptierclients,liketheBuchananbrothers.

“Wait!”shecried,allbutdiggingherfuck-meheelsintothehardwooddancefloor.
I looked back at her, took in her wide, wild eyes, the frantic breathing that only

madeherbreastspressinvitinglyagainstherdress.

“Whereareyoutakingme?IneedtofindTori.”
Isteppedclose,tuckedastraycurlbehindherear,watchedasshelickedherlips.I

stifledagroan.

“Toriisabiggirl.I’msureshecantakecareofherself.”
“But…butwherearewegoing?”
“Somewhereprivate,”Ireplied.
“But…youcan't.Imean,Ishouldn't.Ineedto—”
ShebitherlipwhenIstoppedmoving.Ipulledheroutofthewayoftheconstant

flowofbodiestoandfromthebarandcuppedherjaw.Iplacedmythumbontopof
that lip, right over her dented flesh and tugged it free from her teeth. The lingering
wetnesstherenearlymademegroan.Fuck,Iwantedtotastethat.Now.Rightfucking
now.

Butshewasalreadyrunningscared.Ihadtotoneitdownanotch,ormysweetlittle

virginwasgoingtoboltlikeagazellerunningfromalion.

“Needtowhat?”Iasked,watchingasmythumbstrokedoverherplumplowerlip,

spreadthatbitofwetnessalloverhermouth.“Getlaid?GetridofyourV-card?”

EveninthedarkclubIcouldseeaflushcreepuphercheeks.Shelookedaway.
“Letmego,”shecountered,liftingherchininastubborngesture.Angermadeher

paleeyesastormyseablue.Ihadneverseenherriledlikethisbefore;shewasalways
sopleasantandcontrolled,asaprofessionalintheofficeshouldbe.Butnow…

Insteadofreleasingher,Ibentdownandkissedthecornerofhermouth,lingeredto

makesureshecouldsmellthecologneI’dputonthismorningandfeeltheheatofmy
bodypressedclose.“Youwanttogetlaid,Emma,I'mrighthere.”

Hereyeswidened,hermouthfellopenatmymeaning.
“Howdidyou—”
“Youwanttobreakopenthatpussyofyours,getridofyourvirginity?Mycock'sbig

enoughforthejob.”

Those luscious pink lips fell open, closed. Her eyes widened in shock, but I saw

desirethereaswell.Curiosity.Shewasinterested.Andpanicked.

Ididn’tstopherwhensheranfortheladies’room.Sheneededspace,andI’dgive

heralittle.

Followingher,Iwatchedandwaitedasatleasthalfadozenwomenentered,stayed

insideforafewminutes,andreappeared.

MyEmmawashidingfromme.Shethoughtthelittlepictureofaladyinaskirton

thedoorwouldpreventherhavingtodealwithme.

Well,Iwasn’tleavingsoshecouldflirtwithsomerandomassholeandletanother

mantakeherhome.Shewantedme.I’dseenitinhereyes.Whichmeantitwastimeto
seducemylittlevirginintoadmittingit.Evenifitwasintheladies’room.

MMA

PACED

THE

RESTROOM

.Fourstallswithdarkrosedoors,twowhitesinkswithpinksoapand

fakeorchidsinasmallgreenvasenexttothehandtowels.Themusicwasmuted,but
thebassmadeeventhefloorvibrate.Iglancedinthemirrorandshookmyhead.I’d
leftmyapartmenttonightfullofconfidence.

Standingupstraight,Ismoothedmyhandsovermyhips.Thedresshuggedevery

curvelikeasecondskin.Iwasn’tsuperthin,butIhadawoman’sbody,roundedhips
andfullbreasts.IwasmoreMarilynMonroethansupermodel,butthemeninthebar
didn’tseemtomind.

I’dcomeheretofindastrangerwhodidn’tknowIwasavirgin,totakehimhome

andgetitoverwith.I’dstupidlybelievedIcouldgetsomerandomguytohavesexwith
meandnevereventellhimIwasavirgin.

Butnow,everythingwasamess.Carterwashere.CarterBuchanan.Andheknew.

God,heknewI’dneverbeenwithaman,andhewantedmeanyway.

OfferingmyselftoastrangerseemedsomucheasierthansleepingwithCarter.And

thatwasjustfuckedupintheextreme.

A few ladies came in, took care of business and left me alone. Their sympathetic

looksjustmademefeelworse.Wasmystressthatobvious?Ofcourse.I’dseenmore
thanonefreakedoutwomanhidingintherestroominmyday.

The door opened again and I ignored the sound until I heard the deadbolt click,

lockingmeinside.

IwhirledtofindCarter,hisshoulderleaningagainstthedoor.Socasual,soatease.

“Yougoingtohidefrommeallnight?”

“What?” I backed up, so turned on I could barely breathe. He was in the ladies’

room.Withme.Andhe'dlockedthedoor.“Iwasn’thiding.”

Hesmiledandwalkedtowardme.Istoppedmovingwhenmybackranintooneof

thepapertoweldispensersonthewall.

“Ifyouweren’thiding,thenwhatwereyoudoinginhere?”
“Thinking.”
“Thinking about kissing me?” He raised a dark brow and stepped close. Lifting his

arms,hecagedmein,hisfaceinchesfrommine,ahintoffiveo’clockshadowmaking
hisnormaldark,sexylookevenmoreintense.Iwantedtotastehim,runmylipsalong
hisjawandfeelthathintofbeardrubmysensitivelips.

Ilickedmylips.Kissing?Yes.Andmore.Somuchmore.“Yes.”
Oddly,beinginapublicrestroommademebold.Itwasn’tlikeCarterwasgoingto

throwmedownonthetileandrutintome.Thatwasn’thisstyle.Andso,Itoldhimthe
truth.AdmittedthatIwantedhim.WhatdidIhavetolose?Atthispoint,itwasn’tlikeI
couldlosemyjob,sinceI'dalreadygivennotice.Iwouldnolongerbeanemployeeof
Buchanan Industries in five work days. Five more days in the same building with
Carter.

HeloweredhislipsandIclosedmyeyes,waiting.Waiting.
ThekissnevercameandIopenedmyeyestofindhimstaring,watchingmewith

raptattention.“You’resofuckingbeautiful,Emma.”

Carter crushed his lips to mine—finally—and I opened for him, for his thrusting

tongue and complete domination. My body sang under his touch, as if I’d waited a
lifetimeforjustthisonekiss.

Hisbodypressedforward,hisharderectionpushingintomystomach.ButIdidn’t

wanthimthere,Ineededhimlower.

Feeling bold, I wrapped my arms around his head and kissed him with a year of

pentupdesire.Iliftedmyleftlegandwrappeditaroundhiship,tryingtogethishard
cockwhereIneededit,rubbingmyclit.

Withagroan,heloweredahandtomylegandtracedhiswayupmythigh.I’dput

onthethighhighstockingswithabrandnewgarterbeltI’dbought,justfortonight.For
thestrangerI'dplannedtoseduce.Butnow,IwasthrilledtoknowI'dputthemonfor
Carter.

Whenhisfingersfoundtheedgeofthestockings,brushedoverthetautclipsofthe

garter,hepulledback,archedabrow.“What'sthis?”heasked.

Icouldn'tanswer.
“Showme.”
Mymouthfellopenbutnowordscameout.
“Show me,” he repeated. “Lift your skirt and show me the sexy, naughty things

you'rewearing.”

Itwastheheatinhiseyes,alookI'dneverseenbefore,thathadmedoingashe'd

asked.SlowlyIliftedthehemofmyskirt.Atfirst,hisbrowneyesheldmygazelikea
magnet,thendroppedtowatchasmoreofmythighswererevealed.Icouldfeeltheair
on my bare skin above the stockings and he groaned as my garter was revealed. He
kissedmebeforemyskirtliftedenoughforhimtoseemymatchingpanties.Itseemed
justthestockingsandgarterwasenough.Toomuch.

Itmademefeelfeminineandverypowerful.
His kiss intensified as he pushed me back against the wall, his hand roaming the

backofmyass,dippinglowertotouchmypussyfrombehind.

Itwasmyturntowhimperwithneedwhenhisfingersdiscoveredthetinyscrapof

materialthatpassedforg-stringunderwearbeneathmyskirt.Impatient,heshovedthe
materialasidewithdeftfingersandexploredmywetfolds.

“Emma.”
“Carter.”
“You'redripping.Isthisallforme?”Herubbedhisfingersthroughmyslickfolds,

overmyclit.Backandforth,notenteringme.

OfcourseIwaswetforhim.Nooneelsehadevermademelikethis.
“Letmemakeyoufeelgood.”
Icouldn’ttalk,notwithhisfingerssoclosetowhereIneededhimtobe.
“Emma?”
“Carter.”IsighedintohismouthandclaimedakissofmyownasIshiftedmyhips

backandforth,ridinghisfingers.Iwantedthis.Neededit.Ididn’tcareifitwasfoolish
andreckless.Iwasmorethanreadytobreakmyownrulestonight.Wild,sexywomen
didn’thaverules.AndCartermademefeellikeIwasboth.

Thenhishandwasgone.
“No.” I was so needy, so wound up, I would literally break into tears if he left me

now.

“Shhh,Emma.I’vegotyou.”
Isighedashistouchreturned,thistimerunninguptheinsideofmythighfromthe

front.Iloweredmylegtothefloor,myfeetwidetogivehimaccesstomywetcore.

“Look at me,” he ordered and I opened my eyes to comply. His gaze locked onto

mine as he gently filled me with one finger. I held on, gripping his rock hard biceps,
keepingmyeyesonhisgorgeousfaceuntilhepushedthethicknessofhishardpalmto
myclitandstartedfuckingmewithhishand.

IthoughtIcouldn’tgetanyhotter,andmoredesperate,buthisfreehandliftedto

my breast, squeezed the hard nipple through the thin material of my dress and lace
bra.

When I gasped, he lowered his head once more, kissing me as his finger moved

insideme.

Someone knocked on the bathroom door and I stiffened, but Carter squeezed my

nippleagainandnippedatmylip.Hepulledaway,staringdownatmeasheusedmore
forcetofuckme,nearlyliftingmeoffmyfeet.“You’reminerightnow.Ignorethem.”

Asiftoprovehispoint,heincreasedthespeedofhismovingfingers,therhythmof

hispalmrubbingmyclit.Closingmyeyes,Itiltedmyheadupforhiskiss.Ididn’twant
tothinkaboutthefactthatIwasinabar,inthedamnbathroom.Ionlywantedtothink
aboutCarter,abouthishands,hismouth,hisdominanttouch.

He rubbed and fucked me with fingers and tongue until I felt completely

overwhelmed,asifhewasalreadyinsideme.

Hard.Fast.Stop.
Slow.Fast.Stop.
Histouchdrovememad,untilIwhimperedandbegged.“Carter,please.”
“Doyouwanttocome?”
“Yes.”
“You’remine,Emma.Sayyou’remine.”
“Yes.”Iwouldhaveagreedtoanything.Iwassoclose.Theorgasmbuildinginside

melikeatornadocaughtinsideapaperhouse.Iwasn’tgoingtobeabletoholdon.

Carter shifted again, his body pressed to mine, his arm trapped between us. His

forehead met mine, but I did not open my eyes. I didn’t want to know if he was
watchingme.Ididn’tcare.

“Thencomeforme.Iwanttowatchyougiveeverythingtome.”
He increased his rhythm, but this time, he didn’t stop, didn’t slow when I

whimpered,whenthedesirebuilttoafeverpitch.Thistime,hepushedmeoverand
stolemycry,swalloweditdowninhiskissasmypussypulsedaroundhisfinger.This
wasnothinglikemyvibrator.Nothing.

Hissoftgroanmademefeelsexy,edgy,dangerous.AndIknew,ifwe’dbeentruly

alone, I would have let him do anything he wanted. I would spread my legs and beg
himtotakemyvirginity,tomakemehis.

Thatlastthoughtwaslikeasplashofice-coldwater.Aswastheinsistentknockingat

thedoor.“Hello?Areyouallrightinthere?”

“Someonegetthemanager.Theyhavetohaveakey.”
“Ireallyneedtogo.Ihopetheyhurryup.”
“Justusethemen’sroom.”
Thevoiceswereallfeminine,andimpatient.Iknewthey’dhavethedoorunlocked

soon,andhereIstood,withCarter’shandupmyskirtandmyjuicesalloverhisfingers.
He lifted them to his mouth and licked them. He held my gaze as he tasted me and
suddenlyIcouldn’tgettheimageofhismouthonmyclitoutofmyhead.Histongue.
Thoselips.Whatwouldthoselipsdotomelater?Wasthisevenreal?Iwashookingup
in the bathroom with a freaking billionaire who gave a whole new meaning to the
wordslipservice.OhGod.

WhatthehellwasIthinking?

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ARTER

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STARED

downatmelikeIwashisfavoritetreatasthevoicescontinued

outside the door. He lowered his hand from his lips to the vee between my legs and
pressedagainstme,justholding,asifafraidIwouldmoveawayfromhim.Hewiggled
hisfingers,teasing,andImoaned.Icouldn’thelpit.Thatorgasmblewmymind,sure,
butsomethingworsewashappeninghere.Iwantedmore.

MoreCarter.
Bad Decisions 101. That was a class, right? And the very first fucking rule? Don’t

sleepwiththeboss. Rule number two? Don’t sleep with players. Carter Buchanan was
notoriousforthesupermodelsandactresseshedated,notjustforhisbillionairefamily.

I shuddered as Carter nuzzled the side of my neck, his grip possessive and raw,

downthere.Likeheownedmenow.Likethatorgasmgavehimrights.

“Comehomewithme,Emma.”
Ishovedathischestaskeysrattledinthelock.Hesteppedbackandadjustedmy

skirtasifstraighteningawoman’sclothingwasthemostnaturalthingintheworld.

Forhim,maybeitwas.Forme?Well,IwassofaroutofmyleagueIhadnoidea

whattodoorsay.Hell,Ididn’tevenknowwheretolook.Icouldn’tevenglanceathim,
athissexydarkhairandchiseledchin.Atthosethick,veryskilledlips.Lookingathis
hand was worse, because his palm was thick and strong, the fingers long and thick.
WhenIlooked,mythoughtsgotwrappedupinthefogofwhatthosefingersfeltlike
insideme.Touchingme.

Mybodywantedmore,more,more.
Butmymind?ThatabandonedorganI’dforgottenhowtousethelastfewminutes,

wasscreamingatmetorun.Fast.

“I'mnotinterested,”Ilied,justbeforethedoorburstopenandastreamofcurious

womenfilledthesmallroom.WhenIsawthesecondknowinggrin,Iduckedmyhead,
scootedaroundCarterandboltedoutthedoor,pastthedancefloorandthebar,straight
forthefrontdoor.

Nopurse.TheonlythingsIneeded,mycellphone,IDandcreditcard,werestored

inmybra,nestledbetweenthegirls.

“Emma, wait!” Carter’s order registered as he followed me, winding through the

dancing bodies and the tables filled with drinking singles looking for a hook-up after
work. But I wasn’t listening. I was running. He was too much. No. I was too much.
Ridiculous,lettinghimfingermeinthebathroomlikeahornyteenager.

So,CarterBuchananwantedme.
Wait. Scratch that. He didn't want me, quiet, uptight, organized Emma, the grad

student. He wanted to fuck. Take my virginity. Pop my cherry. Tonight. Now.
Somehow, knowing that I was a virgin made him turn from cool, disinterested
professionaltocaveman.

Did he only want me for a novelty? How many virgins had he taken to bed? Was

thatlikeathingforhim?Beingthefirst?

“Youwanttogetlaid,Emma,I'mrighthere.”
Oh.My.God.
He knew. God, he knew I was a virgin. He must have heard me talking to Tori

earlier.

Itwasn'tnervesthatmademyhandsshake,itwasembarrassment.Embarrassment

over what we'd done, the pseudo walk-of-shame when we'd walked out of the
bathroomtotheknowingandamusedlooksfromthewaitingwomen.

“Comehomewithme.”He'dsaidthewordsI'ddreamedabout,longedfor,sincethe

first day on the job. And now, I didn't know if I should laugh or cry. Obviously, the
orgasmhe'dgivenmehadshort-circuitedmybrain.

I'dletCarterBuchanan,themanI'dbeensecretlylustingafterallyear,fingerfuck

meinthebathroom.I'dlostmymind.Beggedhimnottostop.

Hewasgood.Really,reallygoodandthathadjustbeenhishand.
I turned my head to track his movements and saw someone from work grab his

arm,stoppinghimforachat.ThankGod.Notupforsmalltalk,Ikeptonwalking,right
outthefrontentrance.Whenthecooleveningairhitmycheeks,thelastofmyorgasm
fadedandrealitysetin.ShakingasIpulledmycellfrommybra,Itriedtofocusonthe
positive.AtleastCarterhadn’trunforthehillslikeJimfromaccounting.Maybebeinga
unicornwasn’tthesinglewoman’skissofdeathfordating.

Carterwantedme.Or,attheveryleast,hewaswillingtotakemyvirginity.Popmy

cherry.

IntheyearI'dworkedatBuchananIndustries,he'dneveronceletonthathewas

interestedinme.Notonce.Notaheatedstare,notaninappropriatecomment,noteven
anaccidentalbrushofhisarmagainstmine.Nothing.

Ofcoursethereweresexualharassmentlawsthatwouldhaveshuthimdownifhe

didanythingattheoffice,butnope.Nada.Notevenonelingeringstare.Absolutelyzero
interest.

The same could not be said about me. I’d been the idiot, lusting after him the

moment I laid eyes on him. But I was a middle-class, suburban girl from Denver. He
was ten years older, worldly, well-traveled and experienced with women…and
everythingelse.

Ondayone,whenFordhadintroducedmetohisbrother,theotheradminscouldn’t

waittogetmealone.Themomentthatofficedoorclosedonthesexy,singleBuchanan
brothers, they’d surrounded me with their wild tales. I'd learned that if I slept with

Carter,I’dbejustanotherpussyinalonglineofconquestshe’dtakentobed.And,even
knowingthat,I'dstillwantedhim.God,didI.

“You’rehopeless.”Iwaivedmyhandinanunsuccessfulattempttoflagdownataxi.

AstheyellowandblackcarwhizzedpastIsentToriaquicktext.

I’mgoinghome.
Herresponsewasimmediate.CBischasingyou.Getcaught.
Ihadtoblinktwice,slowly,andrereadthewordsjusttomakesureIwasn’tlosingit.

Getcaught.

Thatwassonothappening.He’smyboss.
For a week. And you already quit. Doesn’t count. Live a little, unicorn girl. What do

youhavetolose?

What did I have to lose? My virginity, but I didn’t care to keep that. My mind? I

squelchedaburstoflaughteratthatthought.Toolate.Alllogicandbasisinrealityhad
beenlostupagainstthewallinthebathroom.Worsethanthat,Icouldlosemyheart.

I could sleep with a stranger and keep my feelings out of it. But with Carter, that

might be impossible. Robotic, unemotional fucking was not what I imagined when
Cartercametomind.No,morelikemind-blowing,nevergetoverhim,sex.

Slowly, so slowly, I breathed deep, trying to cool off and think. The night air was

refreshing after the stuffy club. The pulsing music was muted once the door shut
behind me. There was a small line of people waiting to get inside at the front and a
bouncercheckingID's.Iwasn'taloneonthestreet,butIfeltthatway.

Teeteringonmyhighheels,Istarteddowntheblocktoflagataxi.I'dembarrassed

myself enough for one night. Swallowing down tears that sprang to my eyes from
nowhere,Iliftedmyarmwhenataxicamedownthestreet,droppeditwhenitcruised
rightonby.Damnit.Whatthehell?

Isighed.Myshouldersdrooped.
“Whatareyoudoing?Youshouldn'tbeoutherebyyourself.”
IspunonmyridiculouslyhighheelsatCarter'svoice.
Hewassohandsome.Icouldn'tbemadathimforthat.Hisgorgeousnesswasn'this

fault; he'd been born that way. I couldn't really even be mad for, well, anything,
becausehe'dgivenmejustwhatI'dwanted.Well,almost.Iwasattheclubtonightwith
onegoal,justone,togetlaid.Hewaswilling.

Iliftedmyphone,thenglanceddown,letmythumbsflyoverthescreen,sending

onemorequicknotetomyfriend.“TextingTori.ItoldherI’mgoinghome.”

“We'renotdone,Emma.”Hiswordsstilledmyfingers.Whenhesteppedcloser,he

stilledmybreathing.

I heard a car coming down the street. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw it was

anothertaxiandhailedit.

Cartercameupbesidemeandwhenthetaxipulledtothecurb,wavedoffthedriver

whoflippedhimoffandkeptgoing.

Ilookedupathim.Wayup.Ionlycametohischin,eveninmyheels.“Whatare

youdoing?Thatwasmyridehome.”

The gorgeous man beside me infuriated me so much. How dare he mess with me

likethis!

“I'lltakeyou.”

Narrowingmyeyesathim,Isaid,“Itoldyou,I'mnotinterested.”
“You are,” he countered. “If the way you dripped all over my fingers was any

indication.”Hetookmyelbowandledmebacktowardtheclub,stoppingtohandhis
ticket to the man at the valet stand. I stood next to him as we waited for his car, his
handwarmagainstmybareskin.Goosebumpsspreaddownmyarms.

He leaned close and kissed the side of my neck again. The shiver that passed

throughmewaslikeelectricshocktherapy.“We'renotdone,sweetheart.Farfromit.
Let me take you home. You want your virginity gone? I'll take it and you won't
rememberyourownnamewhenI'mdone.”

Yeah,andheprobablywouldn'tremembermine.Iwasmadatmyselfforwanting

to be something more to him than a quick fuck. But that wasn’t fair. Was this any
differentthanwhateverguyIwouldhavepickedupoffthedancefloor?Ididn'tcareif
mysteryguywasamanslutorthatIwouldbejustanothernotchonhisbedpost.My
only criteria for selecting a man tonight had been simple. One, did he have a cock?
Two,washewillingtofuckmewithit?Iwantedtogetridofmyvirginity.Ididn’twant
tobeavirginunicornanylonger.

So,no.Ididn’tcareaboutthetheoreticalmanIwasgoingtosleepwithtonight.But

Carter wasn’t theoretical. Carter was fucking Carter Buchanan. Billionaire. Bad boy.
Man-whore.Andsofaroutofmyleague,evenhavingthisconversationwasajoke.So,
technically,Carterwasnodifferentthananyothermaninthatstupidclub.Butthatwas
the problem. That was it. I wanted him to be different. I wanted him to be so much
more.Andtherewerethosepeskyemotionsagain.

Helookedatmecautiously,asifafraidI'ddashoutintothestreetandgetrunoverif

hesomuchasblinkedwrong.

“Youdon'twantthis,I'lltakeyouhome.I'llsaygoodnightatthedoor.”Heraiseda

handtomycheek,histouchgentle,reverent,likeImattered.God,hewasdangerous.
“ButIthinkyouwantthisasmuchasIdo,Emma.Sayyes.Letmetakeyouhomewith
me.”

Istaredupathim,intohisgorgeousfaceandtriedtorememberwhythiswasabad

idea.“Carter,Ijustdon’tthinkthis,us,isagoodidea.”

“Why not?” His thumb brushed over my lip and his gaze dropped to my mouth

beforereturningtomyeyeswithcompletefocus.Itwaslikenooneelseintheworld
existed.

Hell.NowIwasintrouble.Icouldn’ttellhimthetruth.Well,Carter,I’mhalfinlove

withyoualready,andifyoupopmycherryandwalkaway,you’llbreakmyheart.

Itookastepback,breakingcontact,soIcouldthink.“I’mnot…Idon’t…”
He stood still and waited, so confident, so damn sure of himself. That was why he

ownedthecompany,andthatwaswhyIwassonervous.Heknewwhathewasdoing
inthebusinessworld,andwithwomen.Iknewhardlyanythingaboutmen.ButIknew
enoughtoknowthatCarterBuchananwaswayoutofmyleague.Andyethemademe
sohotIcouldbarelybreathe.

ThiswaswhatI'dwanted,aone-nightstand,andhewaswillingtogiveittome.He

wasn'tafacelessman.HewastheonemanI'dwantedtosleepwith.Basedonthefeel
ofhiscockashe'dleanedintomeinthebathroom,hewasbigandhard.Reallybig.And
reallyhard.

I could do this. I could fuck Carter. He'd make my first time good. Our first time,

hell, our only time. I was a big girl. I’d heard all the rumors about Carter Buchanan.
Playboy. I would be one of many. It shouldn't bother me, especially since whatever
random guy I might have picked up at the bar would have a history, too. A history I
wasn'tinterestedin.So,wasitfairtoholdCartertoahigherstandardthanastranger?
WasIdenyingmyselftheexperienceofalifetimeifIsaidno?

He was standing in front of me, patiently waiting for me to say yes. While he was

gentlemanenoughtogainmyconsent,Iknewhe'dbeanythingbutgentleoncewegot
intobed.

Thethoughtmademycoreclenchandmypulserace.Iwantedhim.Thatwasthe

bottom line. Time to cowgirl up. I could do this. I could fuck him and leave him. No
emotionalbullshit.Onenight.

End.Of.Fucking.Story.
But it would be one hell of a night and when the sun came up, I'd no longer be a

virgin. Just what I'd wanted. I'd know what it felt like to be fucked by Mr. Carter
Buchanan,gettheorgasmsIwanted—basedonthewayhemasteredmewithjusthis
hand,Ihadnodoubthe'dgivememore—andleave.

Onenight.
Avaletheldthepassengerdoortoaluxurysedanopenforme.Cartertippedhim

andtookmyhandtohelpmeintothepassengerseat.Thecarwasexpensive,Italian,
thesuppleleathertauntingmetoentermyownpersonalpurgatory.Myhandburned
wherehetouchedmeandIlookedathim,buryingallthedoubtsIhadaboutthisdeep
sotheywouldn’tshowinmyeyes.“Yourhouseormine?”

Carterwavedoffthevaletandusedhisholdonmyhandtopullmecloser,topress

mybodytohis,thehardbulgeofhiscockclearlyevidentbetweenus.

Onenight.Icouldplaythegame.Icoulddoaonenightstand.I'dtakewhatIwanted

fromCarterandwalkaway.Probablyalittlebowlegged,butI'dwalkaway.Headheld
highandmyVcardpunched.

“Yours.”

C H A P T E R 5

arter

DESERVED

GOLD

MEDAL

.Mycockwassoharditwasgoingtoripthroughthefabricofmy

pants.I'dhadmyfingerinsideEmma.Feltherhotandtightlittlepussy,feltherfucking
hymenandknewitwasallmine.She'dallbutcreamedovermyhandasImadeher
come. The surprise and passion on her face when I got her off had been the most
beautifulsight.AndwhenItastedher,lickedherjuicesfrommyfingers,Ialmostcame
inmypants.Herhoneysweettastewasallforme.

Evennow,drivingtowardmyhouse,Icouldstilltasteher.Icouldsmellherarousal

lingeringonmyfingers,driftingfromherbody.Shewasquiet,lookedoutherwindow
as I drove a little too fast toward my house. If I got pulled over, the cop would
understand.Ineededtobeburiedinsidemywoman,feelherrippleandpulsearound
measItookhervirginity.Neededhertomilktheseedfrommyballs.

Gripping the steering wheel, I downshifted as I turned into my driveway, then

waitedforthegaragedoortoslideopen.

Thankfucksheagreedtocomehomewithme.Ifshe’dinsisted,Iwouldhavetaken

her to her door, brushed the hair off her face and kissed her sweetly as I said
goodnight.Butthatwasn'twhateitherofuswanted.

Therewasnothingwrongwithawomangoingafterwhatshewanted.Pleasurewas

justasmuchawoman'srightasanyman’s.ButEmmawasagoodgirl,perhapsalittle
toogood,andneededmetoguideher.Thatwasnotaproblem,aslongassheletme
leadherintomybed,herlong,sexylegswrappedaroundmywaistasIburiedmycock
inherbody.Nooneelsewouldhaveher.Ever.

Iturnedoffthecarasthegaragedoorslidclosed,thesoftlightfromtheopenerin

theceilingallowingmetoseeherface.Andtherestofher.Shewasjustasprimand
properasalways,handsfoldedinherlap,butherskirtrodealittleupherthighsandI
knewanotherinchandI'dseethetopsofherstockings,hergarters.

“Tellmewhatyouwant,Emma.”
Sheturnedherheadsoherpaleeyesmetmine,theblushthatstoleuphercheeks

indicatingherinnocence.“YouknowwhatIwant,”shewhispered.

Slowly,Ishookmyhead.Ishiftedinmyseat,asifthatwouldmakemycockany

lesspainful.“TherearesomanythingsIwanttodotoyou.Verydirty,verynaughty
thingsthatwouldprobablyscareyouaway.”

ShelickedherlipsandIcouldn'tholdoffanylonger.Cuppingmyhandbehindher

neck,Ipulledhertowardmeforakiss,foundhertongue,teasedit.Reachingdown,I
unclippedherseatbeltandpulledherovertheconsolesoshewashalfinmylap.

Liftingherheadeversoslightly,shewhisperedagainstmymouth.“IthinkImight

likeverydirty.”

Mythumbstrokedoverhercheekasmyotherhandcuppedherass.“Whatabout

verynaughty?”Iasked.

“Doesn'twhatwedidintherestroomcount?”
“Havingmyfingerinyourpussy?Wouldn'tyoulikemycockinstead?”
ShebitherlipandnoddedandIcouldn'thelpbutgroan.
“Youwanttofeelmycockstretchyouopen?”
Shewhimpered.Ohyeah,shewasadirtygirlallright.
“I’lltakecareofyou,Emma.I’llmakeyoufeelgood.”
Abreathysighescapedherlips.
I let her go, helping her to settle back in her seat. I'd gotten her this far, I wasn't

goingtotakeherinmycar.Iclimbedoutandwentaroundtoopenherdoor.Itookher
hand and helped her from the low profile sports car. The bucket seats forced her to
bendatthewaistandherskirtrodeuptorevealthosenaughtylittlegarters.

ShelaidherhandinmineandIledherthroughthehouseanduptomybedroom.

The trust she placed in me made my heart pound. Standing before my bed, she was
rightwhereIwantedhertobe,whereI'dwantedhertobeforayear.Shewasmine.
This bedroom was ours. She was the first—and only—woman who would ever be in
thisroom,inthisbed.

“Yousaidsomethingaboutlikingdirty.Areyouadirtylittlevirgin?”Iasked.
Her hands fidgeted, but she wasn't afraid. Definitely aroused if her nipples poking

againstherblousewasanyindication.Shegaveaslightshrug.

“You rode my fingers in the restroom bar with only a flimsy lock keeping people

fromseeingyoucome.”

Herlipspartedandshestartedtobreathemorequickly.
“I think you're a dirty girl—” I walked up to her, tucked a lock of her blond hair

behind her ear. “—but just for me. I think that's a secret you haven't shared with
anyoneelse.Isthatright?”

Shenoddedasmyknucklesstrokedhercheek.
Loweringmyhandstothetinypearlbuttons,Ibegantoopenherblouse.“Timeto

seewhat'smine.Hasanymaneverseenyourbodybefore?”

Sheheldherbreathasmyfingersranoverherbareskinasitwasexposedbefore

pushingthegarmentoffhershoulderssoitdroppedtoherfeet.

“Fuck,”Imurmured,takinginhergorgeousbreastsinthatlaceandsilkconcoction.

Herbrawasapalepinkandcutsothatonlythelowerhalfofherbreastswerecovered,
theupperswellsplumpandavailableformymouth.Shit,ifshejustbreatheddeeply,
hernippleswouldpopfree.Howhadtheynotalready?

Usingthetipofmyfinger,Iranitalongthelineofhershoulder,overherdelicate

collarbone to slide back and forth over the silkiest, softest skin I'd ever felt. These

breasts were more than a handful and real. She sucked in a breath and I dipped my
fingerintothecupofthesexybrasothathernipplewasexposed.Whileherskinwas
socreamyandpalethatIcouldseelittleveinsbeneath,hernipplewasadarkpink,like
alittleraspberryeagertobetasted.Movingtoherotherbreast,Ituggedthatcupdown.
Shewasrevealedandlifted,herpertnippleseagerformymouth.

Leaningforward,Itookoneinmymouth,laveditwithmytongue,thensuckedon

it.Emma'sfingerswenttomyhairandtugged,pullingmetoher.Igrinnedagainsther
heated flesh, then went to the other nipple. “Don't want this one to be lonely,” I
murmured,beforetakingitinmymouth.

I looked up at her, saw her eyes go blurry, then fall shut. Her nipples were very

sensitive and I had to wonder if she could come from me just playing with them. I'd
findoutanothertime.

Liftingmyhead,Ilookedmyfill.Herbreathcominginpants,hernipplesglistened

in the soft lighting. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes didn't show any fear or
embarrassment.Onlyarousal.

Reachingbehind,Isliddownthezipperofherskirt,letitdroptothefloor.Shestood

before me now in just her delectable lingerie and fuck-me heels. Her garter and the
littlescrapofathongmatchedherbra.Shewasgorgeous.Alllushcurvesamancould
grip and I couldn't resist sliding my hand down over her hip to the thin strap of her
thong. Using my finger, I followed the lacy edge along the crease of her thigh and
discoveredthesilkwassoakedthroughandclingingtoherfolds.

“Stillwetforme,aren'tyou?”
Tiltingherchinup,shelookedatmethroughherpalelashes.“Yes.”
The simple answer was a struggle for my control. Grabbing hold of the scrap of

fabric,Itugged,rippingthethongfromherbody,helditupbetweenus.“Soaked.”

She did blush then, the obviousness of her desire couldn't be missed on the wet

panties.Thescentofherarousalcouldn'tbedeniedeither.Istuffedthebitoffabricinto
mypocket.

“Getonthebedandpartthosegorgeouslegs.Showmemypussy.”
HereyeswidenedandIsawtheindecisiononherfaceforjustamoment,butshe

didn'tdenyme.Turning,Iwatchedherlushassswayassheclimbeduponthebed.I
groanedwhenheractionsshowedoffherdrippingpussy.IfIhadn'tknownshewasa
virgin,I'dhavethoughtshewastemptingmeonpurpose.

Settlingonherbackwithherheadonthepillows,shereachedtotakeoffhershoes.
Slowly,Ishookmyhead.“Thosestayon.”
Hellyeah,thosefuckmeheelsstayedon.
Herhandwentbacktohersideandwithherlegsprimlytogether,Icouldseeahint

ofpalecurlsatthejunctureofherthighs.

“Showmehowyoumakeyourselfcome.”
Isteppedtotheedgeofthebedandcrossedmyarmsovermychest,hopingdoing

sowouldkeepmefromreachingoutandtouchingher.

“What?”sheasked.
“Spreadyourlegsapartandshowmeyourpussy.Thentouchyourself.You'vemade

yourselfcomebefore,haven'tyou?”

Shenodded,butdidn'tpartherthighs.

“Showme.Showmewhatyouhaven'tsharedwithanyoneelse,howdirtyyoucan

be.”

Reaching down, I pressed my hand against my cock, letting her know I, too, was

affected.Justthefeelofmyhandthroughthefrontofmypantsmademehiss.Iwasn't
surehowlongIwasgoingtolast,butI'ddiehappyjustwatchingher.

“Can'tIseeyou?”sheasked,hereyesloweringandfollowingmyhand.“I'mallbut

nakedandyou'restilldressed.”

Shakingmyhead,Iexplained.“IfIletmycockout,thiswillallbeover.Toosoon.”
Eversoslowly,shewidenedherlegs,butnotenough.
“More.”
Shemovedherfeetapart.
“More,” I repeated until I had the incredible view of her perfect pussy. She kept a

little thatch of hair there, but it didn't hide her puffy lips, slick with her arousal. Her
lower lips were pink and swollen, and parted as she put her feet on the bed in those
fuck-me heels and bent her knees. I couldn't miss her hard clit, peeking out from its
hood.

She was so gorgeous laying there with her breasts lifted above her bra, her garter

andstockingsandkillerheels,withnopantiestohideherpussy.

“So pretty, sweetheart. Such a good, dirty little girl. Now show me how you touch

yourself.”

As I rubbed my cock through my pants, she lowered her left hand down and

betweenherthighs.I'dhadnoideashewaslefthanded.Itseemedtherewassomuch
stilltolearnabouther.Andwhenherfingerswenttogetherandshemovedoverher
clitinslowcircles,thenfaster,Iknewnowhowshelikedtobetouched.Andwhenher
eyes slipped closed and she gave herself over to the pleasure, I knew I was done
waiting.

Crawlingupthebed,Isettledbetweenherpartedthighs,watchedhertouchherself

asIslidmypalmsoverherinnerthighs.

Herfingersstilled.
“Enough.Icanstilltasteyoufromearlier.Iwantmore.”
Movingherhandoutoftheway,Isettledbetweenherlegs,myshoulderskeeping

her open. I licked her juices from one inner thigh, then the other before putting my
mouthrightaboveherpussy.

Coming up on her elbows, she looked down her body at me. If I hadn't felt her

virginalbarrierwhenI'dhadmyfingersdeepinsideher,I'dthinkshewasatemptress
withherprettynipples,hercreamcoatedfingers,hermusky,sweetscentsurrounding
me.

“Everhadamouthonyoubefore?”
Iwantedtoknowthatthispussy,allofit,wasmine.Andifsomeonehadbeenthere

first,I'dmakeherforgethisname.

SheheldherbreathandIplacedmyhandonherlowerbelly,waiting.
“No,”shereplied,franticallyshakingherhead.
“Doyouwantmetofuckyou?”
Shenodded.
“Notyet.You'renotready.”

“I'mready,”sheargued.
“Ihaveabigcockandyou'regoingtobetight.Idon'twanttohurtyou.You'regoing

tocomeallovermytongue,getyouallniceandsoftformesoyoucantakeallofme.
Then,I'llfuckyou.”

Iwasdonewithtalking.Ineededmoreofhertaste.
Lickingherfromopeningtoclit,Iknewshe'djustruinedme.Shewassosweet,so

silkysoft,swollen,plushandperfect.Iwantednoother.JustEmma.Forever.

Myonlygoalinlifewastomakehercome,togiveherpleasureshe'donlyeverget

fromme.

Then,I'dgetmycockinher,niceandeasy,andclaimher.Makehercomeagain.
Ruinherforallothers,becausethissweetpussy,thistaste,wasmine.
Mine.
Withmyhandonherbelly,holdingherinplace—shelikedtoshiftherhipsabout—I

slipped two fingers of my other hand into her, felt for her G-spot. I knew I'd found it
whenIfeltthatlittleridgejustinsideherentrance,butwhenherbackarchedandshe
criedout,Iwassureitwasahotlittlebuttonthatwouldsetheroff.

Her skin heated beneath my palm, her ragged breathing turned into little pants,

thenbreathymoansandfinallyalloutcriesofpleasure.Herfingerstangledinmyhair
tuggedalmostpainfully,butIwouldn'tstopuntilIhadwhatIwanted:herscreaming
myname.

Itdidn'ttakelongonceIcurledmyfingersoverherG-spotandbeganflickingmy

tongueovertheleftsideofherclit.AndwhenIsuckedthatlittlepearlintomymouth,
shecameapart,herjuicescoatingmyfingers,herthighstighteningonmyshoulders.
Herbackbowedoffthebedasshedid,indeed,screammyname.

Shiftingmyownhips,Itriedtoeasemycock,butnothingwoulddoitexceptbeing

buried deep inside her. After bringing her down gently with soft licks, slipping my
fingers from her and licking them clean, I sat back on my heels and stripped off my
shirt.HereyesflutteredopenandwatchedmeasIshuckedallofmyclothing.

AndwhenIkneltbeforeher,mycockcurvingthicklyuptowardmynavel,hereyes

widened.

“Idon'tknowifIshouldbepleasedbythelookonyourfaceorworried.”
Grippingthebase,Istrokedmyselfaspre-cumseepedfromthetip.
Reachingintomydiscardedpants,Ipulledoutacondom,toreitopen.
“You're…God,areallguysbiglikeyou?”
Ipausedrollingthecondomdownmylength.
“You'll never know.” My tone sounded ominous, but I wasn't going to talk about

othermenwhenIhadherpussyallwetandreadyformycock.

“But—”
Placingahandbesideherhead,Iloomedoverher,metherpalegaze.
“Don'tworry,I'llfit.”

C H A P T E R 6

mma

LOOKED

ARTER

,saidnothing,justgaveaslightnodbecauseIwasn'tassurethathe

could fit. He was huge. While I'd never seen an actual guy naked before, I had seen
pictures.AndhewasbiggerthananyphotoI'deverseen.Iwasstillfeelingtheorgasm
he'djustgivenme—withhismouth!—andmyinnerwallsclencheddown,eagertobe
filled.

He didn't give me a chance to argue, for he lowered his head and kissed me.

Droppingtohisforearm,hekepthisweightoffofme,butIfelteveryhard,hotinchof
him.Thedarksmatteringofhaironhischesttickledmynipples.Hewassomuscular,
so strong and powerful. While I'd found him hot in his business suits, naked was
definitelybetter.

God,hewasagoodkisser.SogoodthatIwasforgettingIshouldbeworriedabout

the size of his cock. Surely a virgin pussy couldn't handle it. He reached between us,
tookholdofhiscockandsettleditatmyentrance.Itprodded,butdidn'tgoin.Lifting
hishead,hisdarkeyesmetmine.Held.Iwasimprisonedbythatstare.

Ourbreathsmingledasheslowlypushedintome,stretchingmeopen,allthewhile

watching me. God, he was big and I was tight. He'd said it and I knew it. I could feel
howmuchIhadtoopenforhimtogetthathugeheadintome.Icouldfeelmyeyes
widenasheslowlyclaimedme.

This wasn't a quick fuck in the restroom. Carter was being gentle and thoughtful,

considerate.He'dalreadyhadmecometwicesofarandhe'dyettocomeonce.Iwas
gladhe'dpreparedmebecauseIhadn'tbeenreadybefore.

I couldn't help but stiffen beneath him and winced with a hint of pain. It wasn't

horriblebutIhadtowonderifhe'dbeenlying.Hiscockwasamonster.

“Carter—”
Hedidn'tletmesaymore,forhetookmymouthinasearingkissashecuppedmy

breast,playedwiththenipple.IfeltitgohardonceagainandIknewhewasdoingitto
distractme,tomakemefeelgoodasIadjustedtohisgirth.

Hesankinalittlemore,thenpulledback.Slowly,sofuckingslowly,hefilledme.At

leastuntilhehitmybarrier.Itwasgoingtohurt,Iknewit.Carter'skisswentdeeper,

more carnal and I could only whimper. But then he surprised me by pinching my
nipple.Hard.

Icriedoutagainsthismouthandhepushedallthewayintome,breakingthrough

thatstupidhymen.

HeliftedhisheadsoIcouldcatchmybreath,pantingatthefeelofhim.God,Iwas

sofilled.Yes,ithadhurt,butnotanylonger.NowIjustfelt…breached.Open.Claimed.
Andmynippletingled.

Leaning down, he took my abused nipple into his mouth and laved it, gently

suckled.Clenchingdownonhim,myinnerwallspulsedandadjustedtobeingopened.

“Shh,justgiveitaminute,”hemurmured,kissingupmybodytomyneck,myear.
Irealizedmyfingerswerelikeclawsinhisbiceps.Slowly,Irelaxed,tookanother

deepbreathandloosenedallmymuscles.

God,itwasperfect.Hewasperfect.Hecouldhaverammedintomeandmadeitjust

an experience. A quick fuck. This was so much more than that. He was making it a
memory.

ItwasbecomingimpossibletolaystillbeneathhimandsoIshiftedmyhipseverso

slightlytoseewhatitwaslike.

“Giveitaminute.Youtookeightinchesonyourfirstgoandneedtimetoadjust.”I

could hear the tenderness in his voice, but also a rough bite that came with his
restraint. I knew he wanted to move, needed it. Holding still was costing him. Sweat
dottedhisbrowandhisbodywasrigid.

Eightinches?Fuck.
Hishandroamedmybody,fromfacetobreast,waisttohip,slidingdownmylegto

benditupbyhisside.I'dcompletelyforgottenIstillworemystockingsandfuck-me
heels.

Lettingoutadeepbreath,Irelaxedbeneathhim.
“Better?”heasked,strokingmyhairbackfrommyface.Hisdarkgazerovedover

myface.

“Better.”
Itwas.Ijustfelt…fillednow.Itdidn'thurt.Infact,Iwantedhimtomove.
He pulled back about an inch and I could feel my eyes widen. I couldn't miss his

grin.“Likedthat?”

“Yes,”Ibreathed.Holycrap,thatfeltgood.Itwasasifhiscockstrokedeverynerve

endingtolife.NerveendingsIhadnoideaIevenhad.

“How about this?” He pulled out even more until just the flared head was held

withinmebymypartedfolds.

“Don'tleave!”Icried,grabbingholdofhisshoulders.
“Shh,I'mnotgoinganywhere.”HepushedinslowlyuntilIwasfilledagain.“See?”
Itiltedmyheadbackandgroaned.Thatfeltsogood.SofuckinggoodIwasgoingto

come.Hiscockwasthatgood.“Again.”

Hepulledalmostout,thenfilledmeagain,alittleharderthistime.
“Yes!”
Ibroughtmyotherlegupbyhiship.
“Wrapyourlegsaroundmywaistandhangon.”
Ididashesaidandhestartedmovingthen.Withmylegsup,hesomehowwentin

even deeper, his pelvis rubbing against my clit. There was no pain now. Nothing but
pleasure.

Hisrestraintwasgone.
“Youfeellikeheavenwrappedaroundmydick,wrappedaroundme.Thisiswhere

I'vewantedtobeforthepastyear.”

Holyfuckinghell.HewasatalkerduringsexandIlovedit.Itwaslikewordporn.
Itwasincredible.
Hewasincredible.
MybreathingpickedupasImoved,shiftingmyhipsintohisthruststolearnwhat

madeitevenbetter.

“You'regoingtocomeallovermycock,aren'tyou,sweetheart?”
Ohyes.
Inodded,lickedmylips.Iwasjustaboutthere.HisdickwasmagicalandIcouldn't

resist.“Yes.I'mgoingtocome.Oh.My.God.I'mgoingto—”

Myinnerwallsclencheddownonhiscock,squeezing,milking,pullinghimintome,

never wanting to let him go. I rippled around him as I came. Sweat bloomed on my
skinandIfeltmyselfgetevenwetter.Reallywet,sothatwhenhefuckedme,thesound
ofitfilledtheroom.Itwasdarkandcarnalanddirtyandyet…perfect.Iwasanaughty
girl.

Icouldn'tholdbackthescream.Itwassogood.Betterthanhisfingersattheclub,

betterthanhismouth.

“Shit,yourlittlepussyspasmsaremyundoing.Andthoseheelsinmyass.Fuck.”
HegrowledagainstmyneckasIfelthimswellwithinme,thenstiffen.Iknewhe

was coming, that his cum was filling the condom. It was right then I wished he was
bare, that I could feel every inch of him, his hot seed coating me. Claiming me. I
wantedtobelongtoCarterBuchanan.

He’dofferedmejustonenight,butIknewitwasn’tgoingtobeenough.

MMA

IwokeonmysidewithCarterplasteredtomyback,hisarmaroundmywaist.The

smile on my face was automatic and I laid perfectly still, staring at the wall, at the
designer curtains, heavy mahogany furniture and cream colored carpet that looked
thickenoughtoswimin.

Lastnight,Ihadn’tnoticedanythingbutthemanIwaswith.Listeningcarefullyto

hissteady,evenbreathing,Ifeltfreetoenjoyafewmoreminutesinthisfantasy.Me,in
bed,withCarter.IfIclosedmyeyesanddismissedalllogic,Imightactuallyconvince
myselfthatIbelongedhere.

Way to get rid of the V-card with style. I mentally patted myself on the back and

preparedforthepainIknewwascoming.

Ihadtoleave.Theonlythingmorepatheticthanhavingaonenightstandwithyour

billionairebosswasstickingaroundthenextmorninghopingformorethansex.

And there was no way in hell I was turning into that girl, no matter how much I

wantedhim.Sure,I’dbeenavirgin,butIwasn’tnaïveenoughtothinkitwasanything

morethanhot,recreationalsexbetweentwoconsentingadults.

IfIhadn’talreadygivenmynotice,I’dbefreakingoutrightaboutnow.ButIhada

nine o’clock meeting with my new financial team and only five more days in the
Buchanan office. Which meant I would need to survive two more meetings between
CarterandFord.TwohoursinCarter’spresence.Andthen?Anewjob.Newpeople.

Newlife.
I glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand. Seven, and I still had to get home,

shower,andchangeintosomethingrespectableformymeeting.

Withasigh,IpulledfreeofCarter’sholdandslidoutofbed.FirstthingIdidwasuse

myphone’sapptocallacar.Iwatchedthelittledotworkitswayaroundthestreetsa
fewmilesaway.Sixminutes.Ihadsixminutestobeoutfront.

Itdidn’ttakelongtogetdressed,becauseIhadn’tbeenwearingmuch.Mypanties

weregone,nowheretobeseen.Istillhadonthegartersandstockings,andmybrawas
onthefloornexttoCarter’sdressshirt.Unhookingthesnaggedandruinedstockings,I
strippedthemoffanddroppedthemonthecornerofthebed.Ishimmiedintomyskirt
andhadthelittlepearlbuttonsdoneuponmyblouseinrecordtime.Iwashoppingon
onefoot,tryingtogetmyheelsonwhenIfelttheenergyintheroomshift.

Carter.
“Wheredoyouthinkyou’regoingsoearly?”Herolledoverontohisback,thedark

sheet low over his abdomen. All that muscle on display made my mouth water, and
fromthecockygrinonCarter’sface,he’dbeenwatchingmeadmirehim.

“Ihaveameetingatnine.Ihavetogo.”Igrabbedmycellphoneandcreditcardand

IDandshovedthembackinmybrainpreparationformywalkofshame.

Hewatchedme,hiseyessoftandwarm.Thelookhewasgivingmemademyheart

ache,mademelongtocrawlbackintothatbigbedwithhim,curlupandpurrlikea
kitten.

“Stay.Justforafewminuteslonger.”
“Ican’t.”
Heraisedabrow,frowning.“Thenkissmebeforeyougo.”
Ishookmyhead,backingawayfromtemptation.“Idon’tthinkso.”
“Emma.Comehere.”Hesatabruptly,thesheetfallingtodangerouslevelsandIgot

myfirstglimpseoftheheadofhisverylarge,veryimpressivemorningwood.Oh,God.
Hewasmagnificent.I'dseenhimthenightbefore,butinthebrightmorninglight…My
pussyclenchedasarousalstruckmehardandfast,theslightpainbetweenmylegsa
reminderofexactlywherethathardlengthhadbeenlastnight.

I took another step and bit my lip. “No. I have to go.” I was at the door when he

stood,hisbarebodyondisplaylikeaGreekgod’s.Hisdarkhairwastousledfromsleep
andhelookedevenmorebeautiful.Approachable.Real.Itwasn’tfair,hisperfection.It
simplywasn’tfairtousmeremortals.“Ihavetogo,Carter.I’m…I…”Whatthehellwas
Isupposedtosay?Thanksfortakingmyvirginity.Itwasfun?“Thankyouforlastnight.”

“Emma—”
Iinterruptedhim,wavingmyhandintheairtogethimtostoptalking.Itwashard

enough as it was. “I know it was just one night, Carter. Don’t worry. I won’t say
anythingattheoffice.”

“Emma—that’snot…”

Iboltedbeforehecouldfinishhissentence.Ididn’twantplatitudesorpromiseshe

wouldn’tkeep.Iknewtherules,andI’dagreedtoplaythegame.Andwhatagameit
hadbeen.He'ddefinitelyscoredagoal,butwe'dbothbeenwinners.Butthegamewas
over. Now, it was time for me to act like a mature adult and leave without a lot of
drama.And,apparently,withoutmypanties.

Hishousewashuge,thelonghallwaysfilledwithclassicpiecesofartandrugsthat

probablycostmorethanI’dmakeinayear.Yeah,hewassooutofmyleague.

Luckily,Imademywaystraighttothefrontdoor.Carterappearedatthetopofthe

stairs, and he'd taken the time to put on his pants, but left them unbuttoned and
hanginglowoverhiships.Hisfeetwerebareandhischestwasonmagnificentdisplay.
I paused just long enough to burn the image into my brain for later inspection and
wavedasIopenedthedoor.

“Emma,stayrightwhereyouare,”hecommanded.“Weneedtotalk.”
Ishookmyhead.Whydidhehavetomakeitsohard?Sincewhendidthelove-'em-

and-leave-'emtypeswanttotalk?

“No,wedon’t.I’mabiggirl.Imighthavebeenavirgin,butIdoknowwhataone-

nightstandis.”Ismiledasuper-bright,ridiculous,overthetopsmiletomakesurehe
knewIwasallright,eventhoughIfeltanythingbut.“Thanks,Carter.Bye.”

Slamming the door behind me, I jogged in my high-heels like an idiot down the

ridiculouslylong,curveddrive.Gianttreeslinedbothsidesoftheprivateroadleading
toCarter’smansion.Perfectlymanicuredflowerbedsandshrubscompletedthelookof
an old, stately estate. I turned around as I fled and took in the two-story, colonial
mansionwithitsmarblecolumns,giantwindowsandbrightwhitewalls.Itlookedlike
somethingoutofafairytale.Theprincewiththemagicalcock.

ButIwasnoprincess.Damnitanyway.
ThecarI’dbeenexpectingpulledupandIslidintothebackseatjustastheCarter

stepped out onto the porch. I waved as my driver completed the circuit and pulled
awayfromtheonlymanontheplanetI’dneverwantedtoleave.

“Bye,Carter.”Iwhisperedmygoodbyesasthedriverpulledontothestreet.Iwiped

atearfrommycheek.Justone.AndIrefusedtothinkaboutwhyIwascryingatall.

C H A P T E R 7

arter

“W

HERE

THE

HELL

SHE

?”IwalkedintoFord’sofficewithEmma’spantiesinmypocket.

She’drunfromme.Scared.Ishouldhaveanticipatedthat,butI’dfuckedup.I’dlet

herslipthroughmyfingers.ShouldhavetoldherwhatIfeltforher.Whyshewasthe
onlywomanI'devertakenintomyhome,intomybed.ShethoughtI'dwantedaone-
night-stand, that I'd fuck her and forget. Hell, even take her virginity and then walk
away.She'dgivenittomeandIdidnottakethatlightly.Apparently,shewasunderthe
misconceptionotherwise.Itwastimetosetthingsright.

Whatwesharedhadbeenwildanddirty.Steamyhot.Butithadalsobeen…special.

TheconnectionwesharedwasunlikeanythingI'deverfeltbeforewithanywoman.I
didn'tjusteatherout,Imemorizedhertaste.Ididn'tjusttakehervirginity,Iwatched
her,listenedtoherandlearnedwhatmadeherhot,whatmadehercryoutmyname.
Whatmadehercomeonafuckingscream.

She'dfallenasleepasweaty,pantingmess,wellsatisfiedanddefinitelynolongera

virgin.WhyshefledwhenitwassogoodbetweenuswassomethingI'dhavetofind
out.

Shesaidshehadameetingatnine.Itwasnine-fifteen,Fordwasinhisofficeanda

womanIdidn’trecognizewassittingatEmma’sdesk.

What.The.Fuck?
IfEmmathoughtshewasgoingtogetawayfrommethateasily,shewasinforthe

shockofherlife.

Fordlookedupfromthereportinhishandtoinspectme.Helookedlikehealways

did, like an uptight prick. Which he was. If anyone needed to get laid, it was my
brother. He looked like me, with lighter brown hair, milk chocolate instead of dark,
greeneyesinsteadofmybrown,andourfather’sscowlonhisface.Hiseyesboredinto
mewiththekeenintelligencethathadledourcompanysinceourfather’sretirement
two years ago. Ford was a merciless, brilliant asshole, and the Buchanan family
counted on that fact every damn day. In fact, I often tried to emulate him. But right
now,Iwasnotinthemoodtoplaygames.

“Who?”

“Emma.”
“Oh.”Ford’sdismissivetonematchedhisexpressionandhereturnedhisattention

tothepaperworkinfrontofhimlikeIwasn’tstandinginhisofficewithmydickinmy
hand.“Gone.”

“Whatdoyoumean,gone?”
My brother didn’t bother to look up. “She’s at a meeting. Miller and Walsh. Two

blocksdown,shinybuildingontheright.”

“I know where their office is.” We’d been doing business with them for over a

decade. Good god, was my brother purposely being an obtuse ass or was he blind? I
sankdownintothechairoppositeFordandputmyfeetuponhisdesk,justtopisshim
off. I slammed my heels, good and hard, on the polished wood to get his fucking
attention.“Whyisshethere?”

Ford’sjawclenchedashelookedatmyshoesonhissacredantiquemahogany,but

he put the fucking piece of paper down and looked at me. “She’s meeting her new
financialteam.”

“WhydoyouhaveafinancialteamatMillerandWalsh?”
Ford rolled his eyes and slowly smiled. Women tossed panties at him because of

that smile. He didn't do it often, so that damn grin made me nervous. “I don’t.” Ford
leanedoverhisdesk,hisarmscrossedandrestingonthepaperworkspreadoutover
hisdesk.“WhyareyousointerestedinMissSanders’whereabouts?”

“Because she’s mine,” I admitted it readily, especially since she'd been in my bed

andIclaimedher.Theonlythinglefttofinalizethatwastoforegothecondomandfill
herwithmyseed.Markingherwithmyscent.

Fordgrunted.“Really?”
“Yes,really. She’s mine, Ford.”My brother opened hismouth, no doubt to lecture

me,butIshovedmyhandinfrontofhimtocuthimoff.“Don’tfuckinglecturemeon
companypolicyoranyofthatbullshit.She’smine.”

Silence filled his office as we stared each other down. I wasn’t backing off. Not on

this.

“Emma Sanders gave notice on Monday,” Ford said, his tone even, completely

unlikemine.“Sheis,atthisverymoment,atameetingwithhernewtransitionteamat
MillerandWalsh.”

“She quit?” She'd never mentioned it. But, she hadn't said all that much besides

“more”and“please”andmynameafterI'dgottenherpantiesoff.Wehadn'thadthat
muchtimeforpillowtalkwithherwalkingoutandall.

“Shedid,”Fordconfirmed.“Herworkherewasonlytemporary.Beingmysecretary

isn't a career job for her. She's too smart for that. She was only sticking around until
shefinishedhermaster’s.”

Yeah,shewastoofuckingsmarttobeFord'spaper-pusherforever.Knowingshe'd

hadaplanallalong,thatshehadherheadonstraight,onlymademeadmirehermore.

Shit.IwasaselfishprickbecauseIwantedherjustonefloordown,nottwoblocks

away.Twoblocks.Icouldlivewiththat,aslongasshecamehometomeeverynight.

Ford leaned back in his chair, steepled his fingers. “What’s going on between you

andEmma?”

“I’mgoingtomarryher,that’swhat’sgoingon.”

Fordlaughedlikeabachelorwhodidn'thavehisheart—andhisdick—inknotsfor

oneparticularwoman.“Doessheknowthat?”

“No.”
HelaughedharderandIflippedhimoffasIstoodandwalkedoutofhisoffice.“But

shewill.”

Igotthehelloutofthere,completelyuninterestedinbeingaroundifEmmawasn’t.

I’dalreadyclearedmyschedulewithToriyesterdayafterI’dheardEmma’splanstoget
laid. My plan had been to take her home, seduce her and convince her to stay. She
wasn’tsupposedtorunscaredatthecrackofdawn.No.Shewassupposedtobeinmy
bedalldamndaywhereIcouldtellherIwantedher,forever,pamperherwithkisses,
andfillherwithmycock.

MMA

SOON

Iwalkedthroughthedoor,Ikickedoffmyheels,strippedoutofmynavysuit

andswappeditforapairofyogapantsandafadeduniversityt-shirt.Usingawashcloth,
Iwipedawaymymakeup,wipedawaythelongday.I'ddoneit.Itwasofficial.Iwasa
JuniorFinanceAssessor.

I'dlookedforwardtothedayI'dstartmyrealjobformonths,thejobthatwasthe

first rung on the corporate ladder. A job as a financial investigator. I wanted to find
discrepanciesandsolvethem.Ilikednumbersandfiguringoutproblemsandthejob
theyofferedmewasjustwhatI'dhopedfor.Andmore.Icouldpayoffmyloanswhile
doing exactly what made me happy. Landing the role at the prestigious Miller and
Walshonlymadetheexcitementthatmuchbetter.

As I rinsed the cloth and laid it over the edge of the sink, my mind veered away

from my new job to Carter. The night we shared. The aching between my thighs. I'd
barelybeenabletoshiftinmychairattheorientationwithoutbeingremindedofwhat
we'ddone.Imayhavewalkedoutofhishouse,buthe'dbeenwithmeallday.

I'dgottenexactlywhatI'dwanted.Glancingatmyselfinthemirror,Iwonderedif

anyone could tell I was no longer a virgin. Pulling my hair back, I tied it up into a
sloppy ponytail. I didn't look different. I definitely felt different. My pussy was sore,
deepinside,butIdidn'tmind.IfthatwasallIcouldtakewithmeofCarter,thenitwas
worthit.Theacheinmybodywouldfade.Buttheoneinmyheartwouldn't.Notfora
goodlongwhile.Itwasgoodtimingthen,thatwewouldn'tbeinthesamebuildingany
longer.Seeinghimeveryday,seeinghimwithotherwomen,wouldslowlykillme.

SoIputonmybiggirlpantiesandacceptedlastnightforwhatitwas.Aone-night-

stand.Inowknewwhatitwasliketobefucked.ConsideringstoriesI’dlistenedtomy
girlfriends tell, I was lucky in that Carter had been good. Not just good, he'd been
incredible.Buthe'dalsobeensweetaboutit.ThereweresomanythingsIlovedabout
Carter,especiallybeingheldinhisarmsallnight.I'dlikedthat…alot.

Thatwaswhymyhearthurt…alot.Forme,onenightwasn'tenough.Iwasthekind

ofgirlwhowantedmore.Thehouse,thekids,thedog,theminivaneven.Iwanteditall

withCarter,butIwaskiddingmyself.Irolledmyeyesatmyselfinthemirror.

CarterBuchananinaminivantossingCheeriostoacrankytwo-year-old?Asif.
Switchingoffthelight,Iwalkeddownthehalltoopenabottleofwine.Ideserveda

glass…orabottle.Thedoorbellhadmeveeringtothefrontdoor.Ipeekedthroughthe
peepholeandIsworemyheartstoppedbeating.

“Iknowyou'rethere,Emma,”hesaidthroughthedoor.
Why was he here? One-night-stands didn't just show up on your doorstep. That

woulddefeatthepurposeofthename.

Takingadeepbreath,Iflippedthedeadboltandopenedthedoor.
God, he looked good. Today he wore a bespoke black suit with a crisp white shirt,

palebluetie.Hisoutfitcostmorethanmyrun-downcar.Hisgazerakedovermefrom
myhotpinktoenailsonup.

“Ilikethislook,”hecommented.
Oh shit. Yoga pants, old t-shirt, no makeup, sloppy hair. It was the least romantic

lookontheplanet.Insteadofgroaning,Isaid,“Whatareyoudoinghere?”

“Takingyoutodinner.Hopefully.”
“Dinner?”
“Youfinishedyourdegreeandgotanewjob.It'sdefinitelyworthcelebrating.”
“Carter,I'mnotdressedtogoout.”
HesteppedcloserandIbackedup,thenrealizedI'dneverinvitedhimin.
Whenhesteppedinside,helookedaround.“Niceplace.Suitsyou.”
I'd kept the walls white, but added bright spots of color with throw pillows and

posters.Therewasonlysomuchyoucoulddotoarental,butnowwithmynewjob,I
couldstartsavingforanapartmentofmyown.

“Thanks.Carter,I—”
Mywordscutoffwhenhisdarkeyesmetmine.Therewasmoreinthosedarkeyes

thanagraduationdinner.

“Gotodinnerwithme.Notbecauseofyourjob,butbecauseyouwantto.”WhenI

juststaredathim,mymouthopen,hecontinued.“Iwantyouto.”

Thewayhesaidithadmyresolveslipping.
“I'mnotdressedfordinner.”Ipointedathissuit.
Without another word, he tugged at the knot on his tie, loosened it and slipped it

from his head, undid the top button of his shirt. Shrugged off his jacket and slug it,
alongwiththetie,overhisarm.

“There. And you look… perfect, by the way.” His eyes heated, but also held

somethingelseIdidn'trecognize.“We'llgotothediner.Justsayyes.”

Iwantedto,so,sobadly.ButwithCartercamebaggage,tonsofit.Aonenightstand

was one thing, but even though I wanted more with him, I knew him. I knew his
lifestyle.Hiswomen.Iwantedhimsobadlyithurttobreathe,butIalsoknewthefacts.
CarterwouldbreakmeintoamillionlittlepiecesifIlethim.Lastnightconvincedme
ofthat.IfIlethimtouchmeagain,Iwasdoomed.Iwastooweaktobewithhimand
notfallinlovewithhim.Hell,itwastoolateformealready.Iknewit.Butthatdidn’t
meanIwasamasochisteither.IknewhowthiswouldendandIcouldn'tcompromise
wheremyheartwasconcerned.

“Dinner.Comeon.”Hissmilecameoutthen.Thebigguns.“Youhavetoeat.”

Irolledmyeyes.Thatfuckingsmile.Itsowasn’tfair.“Fine.”
I agreed, but only so I could tell him I couldn’t see him again. That was not a

conversation I wanted to have in the privacy of my home with a big, soft bed so
temptinglynearby.

HewaitedasIslippedonsomeshoesandgrabbedmypurse,lockedup,thenhelped

meintothecar.Iwascocoonedinthesuppleinteriorwiththedistinctscentofleather
and,ofcourse,Carter.

Heslidintothedriver'sseatandputthecaringear,wrappedhishandsaroundthe

steeringwheel.

Iknewwhatthosefingerscoulddo,howdexteroustheywere.Ishiftedintheseat

andcouldnotstopglancing athimfromthe cornerofmyeye.God, hewassexon a
stick. In just his dress shirt, the linen molded perfectly to his broad shoulders, thick
biceps. I’d been discreetly studying his rock hard body every day for the last ten
months, but never without a suit jacket. The company gym was on the second floor,
andIoftenhadtotrackhimdownthere.Gymshortsandatight,sweat-soakedt-shirt
wereagoodlookonhim,andmorethanonceI’dhadtoturnawayasIspoketohim,
afraidtheurgetolickhimupanddownwouldshowonmyface.

ButnowIknewwhathelookedlikenaked,whathefeltlike.
Hedroveforafewminutesinsilence.Ihadnoideawhattosay.Ilookedlikeaslob

andfeltsofaroutofhisleague.Ididn’tevenknowwhyIwashere,inhisstupidcar.
Dinner. God, this… delusion was just stupid. It wasn’t like this was going to go
anywhereanddinnerwasjustgoingtomakeitevenhardertowalkaway.ThelongerI
thoughtaboutit,themoreIrealizedthiswasabigmistake.Huge.Nothinggoodcould
comefromlettingmydesire,mystupidhope,linger.

I shifted in my seat, annoyed now with the wetness I could still feel coating my

inner thighs, the ache in my pussy that was from more than just his cock the night
before.Iwaswetandreadyforhim.Again.Damnit.WhydidithavetobeCarter?Why
couldn’t I have the hots for Dave in accounting? He was single, not bad looking, and
onlyayearolderthanme.Thatwouldmakemoresense.Butthis?Thiswasjustcrazy.

I sighed and shifted my legs, trying to ignore the scent of Carter’s cologne. But it

seemed to infiltrate my body like an aphrodisiac, making me think about touching
Carter,kissingCarter,openingmylegsandwatchingCarterusehismouthonmeuntilI
beggedhimtofuckme.Again.Inmyownmind,Iwasthestarofsomefreakingerotic
romancenovelandCarterwasthebad-boyherowhoknewhowtoworkmybodyuntil
IwassowrungoutIcouldn’tremembermyownname.AndIknewhecouldworkme
overandmakemeforget.Inhisbed,I'dforgottenallaboutrealityforalittlewhileas
hefilledme,tastedme,heldmedownandpressedmeintohisbed...

AsoftmoanescapedandIcutitoff,wrappingmyarmsaroundmywaist.Iturnedto

stareoutthewindowandsawthatwewerepullingintoatwenty-fourhourdiner,just
ashe'dsaid.God,thiswasemotionalsuicide.“Ithinkyoushouldjusttakemehome,
Carter.”

Carterturnedoffthecarandfacedme.
“Why?Ilovethepietheyservehere.Don'tyoulikepie?”
Ihadtosmile.“Yes,Ilikepie.”
“Thenwhat'stheproblem?”

“Ijustdon'tunderstand.”Ituggedatthehemofmyt-shirt,pullingitlowerovermy

abdomen,needinganotherlayerofprotectionbetweenhimandmyovereagerpussy.
God,Iwaspathetic.

He frowned, his forearm resting on the steering wheel. “Neither do I, it seems.

Explain,sweetheart.”

I waved my hand between us. “That. The sweetheart bit. Why do keep calling me

that?Itwasaone-night-stand,sowhydinner?”

“Ineversaiditwasaone-night-stand,”hecountered.
“Carter, we made out in a bar bathroom.” I felt my cheeks heat and I had to look

away.

“Thatwasn'tmakingout,thatwasforeplay.”
Ohgod.Ineedednewpanties.Myhandstwistedinmylapashecontinued.
“Foreplay for what we did in my bed, foreplay for what we'll do later tonight.

Tomorrow.Forever.”

Myeyebrowswentup.“Forever?Butyou'rea—”
Ibitmylipandhefrowned.“Finishthatsentence.”
Ihadn'tevensaiditandIfeltlikeI'dinsultedhim.ButIsawthewomen,thephotos.

Iknewthetruth.

Ilookeddownatmylap.“You'reamanwhore,Carter.Everyoneknowsit.Iwon’t

beabletolivewithmyselfifI’mjustanothernotchonyourbelt.That’snotthekindof
girlIam.”

A car horn blared from the street, but otherwise there was silence. God, he was

goingtostartthecarandtakemehome.Maybeevenundothelocksandpushmeout
ontothepavement.

“So,youthinkI'mamanwhore,”hesaidfinally.
I was thrilled the interior was dark, otherwise he'd see my cheeks heat. He must

haverecognizedthatIhadnointentionofresponding,sohecontinued,completelyat
ease.

“Ihaven'tbeenwithawomansinceImetyou.”
I whipped my head around to look at him. The long strands of his dark hair were

lessgroomedthanatworkandIachedtorunmyfingersthroughthem.Hisjawwas
darkenedbythestartofbeard.

“I don't believe you,” I replied, leaning against the door to get as far from him as

possible.

“Don'tbelievetherumors.”
“I don't listen to office gossip.” There was enough of it to go around and I knew

betterthantofindtruthinanyofit.Mysourcewasmuchmorereliable.Hell,sheset
up Carter’s dates for him. Tori. My friend Tori was Carter’s personal admin assistant.
Thatbitchkneweverything—andshetoldme.

He flicked a glance at me, then at a couple that got into the car next to ours. “All

right,whohaveIbeenwiththen?”heasked.“You'refriendswithToriandsheknows
moreaboutmydaythanIdo.”

Exactly!“TheblondattheHarrisball,”Isaid.
HethoughtforamomentabouttheeventbackinJanuary.
“Mysister.”

His—
“ThecompanyFourthofJulyparty.”Therewasnowayhehadtwogorgeoussisters,

oneblondtheotheraredhead.

“EvelynPatterson.”
Irolledmyeyes.Atleasthewasn'tdenyingtherehadbeenawomanwithhim.
“Mybestfriend'swife,”headded.“You'vemetColinPattersonbefore.Tallguy,we

playedgolftogether…withFord,aspartofthatcharityeventbackinAugust.Asforthe
picnic,ColinwasoncallfortheholidayandwaspulledinforanemergencyC-section.
He'sanOB.HefeltbadthatEvelynwouldbealonesoshecamewithme.”

Oh.
“Whenelse,Emma?”IsawthecockysmileIknewalltoowellquirkthecornerof

his mouth. He didn't look the least bit like a man caught with his pants down, more
thanonce.Helookedtooconfident,asifhereallywastellingthetruth.

“Lastweek,theMilkinmergerreception.”
“Mynextdoorneighbor,”herepliedimmediately.Afterthecarnexttooursleft,it

wasquietagain.Thecarwaslikeacocoon,quietandclose.Hiscleanscentwasstronger
nowandwithhimlookingatmedirectly,hiseyesseemedalmostblack.“Andbefore
you say I fucked her, I didn't. She's a lesbian and doesn't find my equipment all that
exciting.”

Icouldn'thelpit,mymouthfellopen.
“Thenwhy?”Iasked,beforeIthoughtbetterofit.
“WhydoIfindescortswhoarealreadyclaimedorcompletelydisinterestedinme?

Because the woman I wanted to ask was sitting outside my brother’s office. I had to
takeadate,asyou'rewellaware,soIfoundwomentoaccompanyme,butthat'sall.”

“Thenyoureallydidn't—”
Icouldn'tfinishmysentencesaroundhim.
“Ididn'tfuckthem.Ihaven'tfuckedanyone.Hell,Ihaven'ttouchedanyonesinceI

sawyou.I’vejustbeenwaiting,Emma,waitingforyoutofinishschool.Beingafucking
gentleman.” His hand gripped the steering wheel so tightly I feared it would break.
“Untilyouforcedmyhand.”

Oh.Holyshit.ThewholeV-cardthing.
HeturnedtolookatmeandImeltedintotheseat,mywholebodyonfireforhim.

“Yourbodyismine,Emma.Idon’tshare.”

Normally, the whole caveman vibe would turn me off. But coming from Carter, it

hadtheoppositeeffect.Ifeltwanted,desired.TheideathatIhadbeenthereasonfor
his sexual dry spell was overwhelming. Me! I wasn't anything special, not in
comparison to those gorgeous women who'd escorted him to the events, especially
nowinmyyogapantswhenIwasnowherenearagym.Buthehadn'ttouchedthose
women. Certainly not his sister, definitely not the wife of a friend. He might be the
hottestguyI'deverseen,buthedidn'thaveachancewithalesbian.

“Whyme?”Iasked,whenheturnedoffthecar.
“You’resmart,beautiful,andclassy.YourcurvesgoonformilesandeverytimeI

lookatyou,allIcanthinkaboutisbendingyouovermydeskandfillingyouwithmy
cock.Thatvirginityyouwantedtothrowaway,thatwasmine.”

“That'sawfullypossessiveofyou,”Icountered.

He stared at me, his eyes dark and intent. There I saw so much, everything he'd

nevershownmebefore.Itwasthemostheated,mostcarnalgazeI'deverseen.“Iwant
you,Emma.Andnotasaone-night-stand.”

I couldn’t breathe, hope like a butterfly floating in my chest. “Then what do you

want?”

“Forever.”
Myheartbeattoofast.Forgetbutterflies.Aherdofbuffalowasrunningthroughmy

stomachandIfeltlikeIwasgoingtofaint.

Carterlookedatmeforamoment,thenreachedovertotouchmyforehead,asifI

wereasickchildwithafever.“Emma?Areyouallright?”

“No.”No.Iwasn’tallright.I’dsomehowsteppedintoanalternaterealitywhereIgot

tofuckCarterBuchanan.Wherethesexyassinbillionairestartedtalkingaboutforever
with the innocent and inexperienced secretary. This had to be a dream. Or a joke.
Maybeabet?Hadhemadeoneofthosestupidbetsaboutwhogetsthevirgin,likeI’d
seeninthemovies?JusthowstupidwasIbeinghere?

Truly.WhatweretheoddsthatCarterBuchanan,sexy,smartbillionairereally,truly

wantedmiddle-classnobody,asecretarywho’dneverevenbeenwithamanbefore?

He should be out with a supermodel or an actress. Or a freaking doctor or

something.Iwasfoolingmyself.Lookingawayfromhisconcernedexpression,Isaid,
“Takemehome,please.”

“Talktome.”
“Takemehome.”
Isawamuscleinhisjawtick,buthestartedthecaranddrovemebacktomyplace.

Theshortridewasincompletesilenceanditwasexcruciating.Ithoughthe’ddropme
offandgo,thankstothecoldshoulderIwasgivinghim.Instead,heparkedandhurried
tomysideofthecartohelpmeout.Itturnedouttobeagoodthing,becausemyknees
wereshakyashell,justlikemyemotions.

C H A P T E R 8

mma

ARTER

WRAPPED

hisarmaroundmywaistandledmebacktomydoor.WhenIfumbled

with the keys, he took them from me and unlocked the deadbolt. After escorting me
inside,heclosedthedoorbehindus,flippedonalightandwalkedmetothecouch.Isat
downwithaheavysigh.

MaybeIdidneedfood.Orarealitycheck.Everythingfeltlikeitwasspinningoutof

control.

Afewdaysago,I’dbeenconfidentandreadytomoveonwithmylife,readytoleave

myobsessionwithCarterbehind.

Now,hewasonhiskneesonmylivingroomfloor.Onhisknees!Hishandsrested

onmythighs,asifheownedthem,theirheatburningawaythefoginmybrainand
turningitintosomethingelse.

“Carter,”Iwhispered.
Tempted beyond all reason, I opened my legs slightly, eager to feel him between

themevenasIhatedmyselfforbeingweak.

No.Ididn’tneedfood.IneededCartertotouchme,makemefeelaliveandrealand

loved. Not this scared, shell-shocked version of myself too afraid to believe a word
comingoutofhismouth.

IwasinlovewithCarter.Hadbeenformonths.Andhearinghimtalkaboutforever

so casually, when I knew he couldn’t possibly be sincere…well…it broke me a little.
Brokemyheart.

“Youshouldgo.”Ilovedhim,butIwasn’tanidiot.Iknewthescorewhenheslept

with me the night before. I'd been a virgin and he wanted to be the one to pop my
cherry.Fine.Igotit.Forsomeweirdreason,menlikedtobefirst.Whatever.Arandom
guy from the bar would have been long gone by now. But Carter, he didn’t have to
messwithmyheadlikethis.

“No.I’mnotgoinganywhereuntilyoulistentome.”Hiswordswerejustasinsistent

ashishandsonmythighs.

Ishookmyheadandpulledmyselftogether.Closingmylegs,Iliftedmyheadand

stared right at him. I let him see just how much he was hurting me with his games.

“Just…justgo,Carter.Thisisn’tfunnyanymore.”

“I’mnotjoking.”Carterreachedintothepocketofhispantsandpulledoutasmall,

blackvelvetringbox.“Marryme,Emma.I’minlovewithyou.I’vebeeninlovewith
you for months. You’re the only woman for me. I want you. I want you to be the
motherofmychildren.Iwanttobeyours.Notjustforonenight,Emma.Forever.”

Istared,stunned,untilheopenedtheringboxandturnedittome.Insidewasthe

mostbeautifuldiamondsolitaireI’deverseen.

Blinkingslowly,Ilookedfromtheringtohisface,sawthesincerity,theneed,the

love.IfeltthefirsttearburnitswaydownmyrightcheekandIdasheditawaywith
shakingfingers,hopinghewouldn’tnotice.

“Say,yes.”
“You want me?” I squeaked. “But I'm so much younger. I'm completely

inexperiencedandyou're…you're—”

“Old?”heasked.
I shook my head. Yes, he was older than me, by a decade. I knew his birthday as

readilyasIknewmyown.Itdidn'tmattertome.

“You'resoworldlyandexperienced,notjustinsex,butinlife.”Iliftedmyhandand

waveditinfrontofmeasIspoke.“I'mjuststartingout.Whywouldyouwantsomeone
likeme?”

Icouldn’tstopmygazefromroaminghisface,hischiseledchinandstrongjaw,the

heatinhiseyes.

“I wanted you before I knew you were a virgin. When I found out you were

innocent, untouched…” He shuddered, his gaze never leaving mine. “Knowing I'll be
theonlyonetoclaimyou,theonlymantoeverbeinthatsweetpussyofyours,makes
mesofuckinghard.Iwanteverygaspofpleasureyouevermake,everyscream,allthe
wetnessbetweenyourlegstobelongtome.”

I felt hot all over. My nipples tightened and my panties were ruined. For nearly a

yearI’dneverseenthissideofCarter.He’dbeenallbusiness,coldandprofessional.The
heat he poured on now was melting all of my circuits. Controlled, calculating Carter
wassexyashell.ButcavemanCarterwasdamnnearimpossibletoresist.Thewayhe
lookedatmemademybodyache,desperateforhiscock.Desperateforhim.

“Icanseeitinyoureyes,sweetheart.Youwantme,too.”
Idid.Oh,God.Idid.
Icouldn'tdenyitanylonger.He'dcometothebarformeandgivenmethemost

amazingsexofmylife.I'dbeentheonetowalkaway,toleavehimaloneinhisking
sized bed. He hadn't loved 'em and left 'em. I had. I'd used him while he'd wanted
more.Yetherehewas.He’dcometomyhouse,broughtmeflowersatwork,askedme
outtodinnerlikeagentlemanandthentoldmehewantedtofuckmybrainsout,the
words like pouring gasoline on a raging fire. And the ring. Hell, yes, I wanted him.
Forever?

Absolutely.“Iloveyou,Carter.”
Hegroanedatthethreesimplewordsandrosetotakemychininhishand.“About

damntimeIhearyousayit.”Heplacedaslow,softkissonmylipsandImelted.“Ilove
you,Emma.Marryme.”

Istillcouldn'tbelieveit.Hisactionsbackedhiswords,butstill…“Youloveme?”

“I’vebeentryingtotellyou,butyou’redamnstubborn.”
I laughed as he took my left hand and slid the ring onto my ring finger. It fit

perfectly.

When it was in place, Carter didn’t let go of my hand, and he didn’t get up off his

knees.HestaredatmeandIcouldn'tlookaway.

“Emma?Willyoumarryme?”
“Yes.”
Ofcourse.
Ithrewmyselfinhisarms.HecaughtmeandIcrushedmylipstohis,eagertofeel

himhardandhotandreal.God,thiswasreal!Hewasmine.

Wedidn’tmakeitofftherug.Iwantedtofeelhim,kisshim,fuckhim,butmybed

was too far away. I tugged at his shirt until I got him bare chested, pulling his
undershirt off over his head. I threw it and reached for the hem of my own shirt,
pullingitoff.

Carterlaughedatmyeagerness,sodifferentthanthenightbefore,buthedidn'tstop

me.Infact,hehelped.HehadmybraunsnappedinsecondsandIthrewitbehindme
ashismouthdroppedtofirstonenipplethentheother,teasingme.

Igrippedhishairandcriedoutatthehotpull.
Ifrownedwhenhestopped,adark,needybitchrisingupfromdeepwithin.She’d

beenhibernatingforalong,longtime.Years.ButCarter’stouchwokeherup,andnow
shewasgreedy.Shewantedmore,morekisses,moretouching,moreCarter,nakedand
bossyandpumpingintoherwiththatwildlookonhisface.

“Carter?”
He lowered his head to my belly and placed a gentle kiss there, looked up at me

throughhisthicklashes.“I’mgoingtofuckyou,Emma.Iwanttobebareinsideyou,
butIdon’tknowifyou’rereadyforwhatIwant.”

IwasprettysureIknewwherethiswasgoing,butIhadtoaskanyway.“Whatdo

youwant?”

Bothofuskneeling,hepulledmeforward,chesttochestandlookeddownintomy

eyes. “I want to fuck you until you scream. I want you raw. I want to feel every hot
inchofyourpussystrokingmyhardcock.”

“Yes.”Iwantedthat,too.Iwantedtofeelhim,nobarrierbetweenus.
“Iwantmybabygrowinginsideyou.”
Ifroze,mybodyheatedwiththeveryidea.“Carter,I’m—”
Heshushedmewithkisses.“Notyet.Iknowyouaren’tready.Butsoon.”
I nodded. Soon was okay with me. But not tonight. “I’m on the pill for cramps.”

Reachingforthebuckleofhispants,Ismiled.“Nocondom,Carter.”

Carterletmegethispantsunbuckled,butthatwastheendofhiscontrol.Jumping

tohisfeet,hestrippedofftherestofhisclotheswhileIkneltbeforehim,mesmerized.
Thisgorgeous,perfectmanwasmine.Allmine.

And I wanted, wanted the cock that bobbed right in front of my face. I wanted to

tastehim,tolickthatpearlydropfromthetip.

Grinning,Ishiftedforwardandtookthebaseofhiscockwithonehandandafirm

grip. Before he could get away from me, I sucked him into my mouth until my lips
touchedmyfingersandworkedhimwithmylipsandtongue,slidingbackandforth,

overandoverasIliftedmyotherhandtostrokehisballs.I'dneverdoneitbefore,but
thatdidn'tmeanIdidn'tknowwhattodo,oratleastthebasics.

Fromthewayhegroaned,thewayhiscockjerkedinmyhold,IknewIwasdoing

somethingright.Whenhisfingersgrippedmyhair,hewouldn’tletmehavemyway
forlong.

“Enough.”Carterpulledawayandliftedmetostandbeforehim.
“I love you.” I had to say it. I was practically overflowing with the strength of my

emotion.I'dfeltitforsolongandnowIcouldtellhim,showhim.

“You’redangerous.”
I loved the sound of that. I might be new to the bedroom, but I wanted to please

Carterineverypossibleway.Myoralskillswereagoodstart.

Carter stripped my yoga pants in one smooth motion and helped steady me as I

steppedoutofthem.Bothnakednow,IwasshockedwhenCarterlaydownonhisback
and pulled me on top of him. “Ride me. I won’t last if I fuck you the way I want to.
Besides, I want to watch you, see those perfect breasts bounce as you take your
pleasure.Iwanttoseeyourfacewhenyoutakemedeep.”

Girlontop.Yes.Iwantedtotrythat.Iwantedtotryeverything.
Straddlinghiships,Ireachedbetweenusandplacedtheheadofhishardcockatmy

wetentrance.Slowly,soslowlyIsankdownontopofhimuntilmybottomrestedon
histhighs.

We both moaned. I’d never been in this position, and he was so big, so deep. He

filled me up and I welcomed the ache, the twinge of pain that reminded me of how
hardandfasthe’dfilledmelastnight.Iwantedthatagain.More.Ineededmore.

“Shit.It'ssogood.I'veneverdonethis,Emma.Nevergonebarewithanyonebefore.

You'remyfirst,too.You'resohot,Icanfeeleverywetinchofyou.”

Hisfingersdugintomyhipsashepracticallyliftedmewithhisarmssothatonlythe

tip of his cock was still inside me, before pushing me back down. I helped after that,
risingandfallingontohiscockwithjoltsofpleasurethatmademecryout.

“Rideme,Emma.Fuckingrideme.”
Moving with more confidence, I shifted, grinding my clit against his belly one

minute, lifting completely off him the next to move down his length in a slow, wet
glide.WhenIslammeddown,takinghimfastanddeep,hegroanedandliftedhishands
to my nipples, playing, teasing, making me groan as he pinched and plucked the
sensitivetips.

“Carter.”Myeyesfellclosed,myheadtippedback,givingovertohim,towhatwe

shared.

Ilovedthisposition,butIcouldn’tgetthere.Ineededhim,soIwhimpered.
“Igotyou.”Hisrighthandstayedonmybreast,buthisleftdroppedtomyclitand

rubbedinhard,fastmotionsasIcontinuedtoliftandlowermyself,fuckinghim.

FasterandfasterImoveduntilmyorgasmstolemybreathandCarter’scontrol.He

flippedmeontomybackandIwrappedmylegsaroundhishipsashefuckedmehard
and deep. His entire body was hard as granite above me, his face strained as he
poundedintomewithawildfuryI’dneverseenfromhimbefore.

His rhythm pushed me over again, and this time he followed me, his hot seed

spurtinginsidemeforthefirsttime.

“Mine.You’remine.”Carterdroppedhisforeheadtomineandstaredintomyeyes.

“Iloveyou,Emma.”

Ikissedhimoverandover,tellinghimwithmytouchandmybodyhowmuchhe

meant to me. I kissed him until he grew hard again and he could take me slow and
easy,ourhandslockedtogetheralongwithourlips.

“Imighthavebeenyourfirst,sweetheart,butyouaremylast.Myonly.”Hisdark

gazeheldmineandIsaweverythingIneededinhiseyes.Everything.Isawforever.

A B O U T T H E A U T H O R

JessaJamesgrewupontheEastCoastbutalwayssufferedaseverecaseofwanderlust.She’slivedinsixstates,

hadavarietyofjobsandalwayscomesbacktoherfirsttruelove–writing.Jessaworksfulltimeasawriter,eats

toomuchdarkchocolate,hasaniced-coffeeandCheetosaddiction,andcan’tgetenoughofsexyalphamales

whoknowexactlywhattheywant–andaren’tafraidtosayit.Dominant,alpha-male,insta-luvisherfavoriteto

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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8

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