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  “Well,” I say, straightening up, “thank you for the drink. It was delicious, and you’re right, I did need a drink before hearing that outlandish question.”

  “I don’t think it’s that crazy, Anna,” he says, leaning forward and slipping my hands into his. “With the amount of time I spend working, between my family’s company and my own stuff on the side, I have no time to build a real relationship. My brother’s married, he’s got the picture-perfect family, and he and his wife know nothing about each other. So is this really so crazy?”

  “But it’s not real, right?” I say, my mind swimming, thoughts racing. “It’s all for show, right? It’s so your father can see you as the perfect son he wants.”

  “Isn’t everything for show, on some level?” he asks meaningfully, gazing into my eyes.

  God, he is absolutely melting my heart.

  But I can’t do this.

  “I don’t know if I can pretend to be your girlfriend,” I say, “it’s just too crazy. Isn’t it? What if...what if we start liking each other?”

  “Anna, I already like you. That’s why I asked you here. And I think you like me too. I can see it in your body language. The way you’re leaning into me. The way your eyes are dreamy around me. And when I saw you in that wedding gown, my fucking heart broke because I knew I’d never have a chance with you. Now, I do. Plus, I will compensate you for your time.”

  “Compensate me? Like...like a prostitute?”

  “No,” he says, biting down on his bottom lip. “I never said anything about sex.”

  I swallow thickly, taking in the moment.

  This is insane.

  This is the definition of insanity

  And it might be just what I need right now.

  “I don’t know if I can say no to you,” I say, my voice coming out smaller than I want it to.

  He reaches forward and puts his fingers on my cheek, my temple, and brings them down under my chin.

  “Do you want to say no, baby? You can say no if you want to,” he growls.

  “I don’t want to say no,” I shake my head. “I want to say yes.”

  “Then say yes baby, and let me show you how fucking good it’ll feel to be my girl.”

  I’ve never been in a building like this. I’ve been in this neighborhood before, because this is where the shop is, but I’ve never been inside any of the residential buildings.

  “Come here baby,” Liam says in the darkness as we enter his apartment.

  I should tell him the truth. I should tell him I’m a virgin.

  I have to.

  “Liam,” I breathe into the air between us, his arms wrapping around me, his fingers reaching for the zipper on the back of my dress, “I have to tell you something.”

  “Yeah baby?” he growls, pulling the zipper down slowly. The sound sizzles into my ears, lascivious and luscious against my mind, the sound of being undressed by this sexy man for the first time.

  I can’t tell him.

  “It’s nothing,” I say, putting my arms around his neck.

  What if he figures it out? What if he can tell by the fact that I don’t know what the hell I’m doing?

  “No Anna, tell me. I want to make sure everything is okay before we go any farther. Because once we start, you’re not going to want to stop. Once I have my tongue wrapped up around your clit, you’re not going to be able to say anything except more and please. You are going to begging me to keep going all fucking night long,” he growls, his words burning into my brain.

  I swallow thickly, my mouth watering at the thought of tasting his lips, of him kissing me on the mouth...other places.

  “I have to tell you something about me,” I say as he pulls the zipper down farther.

  “What is it, baby? You wanna tell me how good you feel right now? Just wait to see what else I can do for you.”

  He spins me around and takes me in his arms, and in the darkness I reach up to his chest and begin to unbutton his shirt. He is taking his time with me, and I with him, but I can feel that he wants this to move faster. He’s probably used to everything moving faster.

  Even though this is plenty fast already.

  “I’ve never done this before, Liam,” I breath into the air between us. It feels soft and I feel my body melt under my own words, and his body grows rougher and harder as he pulls away from me gently.

  Damn, he is so good looking, even in the darkness where I can’t even see his features. It’s like I am seeing him with my hands, with my mind, the sharp edges of his face and the contours of his features playing out inside my head.

  And then his hands go lower. He pulls my body against his and puts his expert, big hands on my ass, scooping me up and making me wrap my legs around him.

  My arms wrap compliantly around his big, strong shoulders, and my fingers go to the back of his head instinctively.

  “You’ve never had a boyfriend before?” he growls into my ear, pushing my hair away gently.

  “No,” I reply, “I haven’t. I just thought you should know.”

  “And does that mean that you’ve never had a man touch you, taste you, make you feel like the fucking princess you are?”

  I swallow thickly, his words absolutely swimming around me.

  “That’s right,” I confirm, and before I can get the words out, his lips crush against mine, and the kiss burns me up from the inside.

  Why was I waiting? What was I waiting for?

  I think I know now.

  Liam

  I am as hard as a fucking rock with her legs wrapped around me and my tongue gliding along hers, our lips working perfectly in sync.

  I thought she looked innocent. That white dress is supposed to telegraph innocence, isn’t it? But then those lips, those candy-apple, cherry-red, perfectly sexy lips were made for all things filthy and dirty.

  And for saying my name.

  And for saying yes.

  And for begging for more.

  “So that white dress really meant you were a virgin, right?” I growl into her ear, and I see a trail of goosebumps plumping on her perfect, innocent skin. “That you are untouched? You went out on the street like that knowing that everyone who could walk by would know you’d never been touched before?”

  Anna looks at me, her breathing coming shallow and ragged and desperate, like she is running out of oxygen, like she has fucking altitude sickness.

  Well I have it too, baby. You make me fucking breathless.

  “I never thought of it like that before,” she mewls, her fingers playing against the buttons on my shirt. “That sounds like a very personal thing to me, to have everyone know about your sex life with just a look. It’s symbolic anyway, isn’t it? It’s supposed to mean you’ve finally found the one you want to spend your life with.”

  “I thought you might be innocent, baby. Untouched. Unmarked. Because the way you looked in that dress...god, you made me hard the second I laid eyes on you.”

  She says nothing, and instead just moans a sweet little sound into my ear as I kiss her neck, and I spin her around gently so she is sitting on the center island in my kitchen.

  I don’t use my kitchen much. I don’t really use my apartment much, really.

  But I’m about to put it to good fucking use.

  “How has this never happened for you?” I groan, my body, my eyes in fucking awe of her. I tuck myself between her legs and pull her toward me, pulling her dress down to her gorgeous, curvy hips. “How?”

  “I don’t know,” she says, putting her arms around my neck. “I don’t know how. I don’t know why. It just never did.”

  Now it doesn’t fucking matter why or how or what unique circumstances lead up to this very moment.

  “It’s okay baby, because it doesn’t matter. I can’t fucking believe I am so lucky to have you, to make you scream and make you moan for the first time. This,” I say, spreading her legs apart and cupping her pussy with my open hand, “this is mine. I am going to make you mine, and you’re never goi
ng to want another man again. You understand?”

  And she looks at me with eyes of clear understanding and wanton desire. Need and want coming together in the most fucking perfect moment.

  “Yes,” she says, a smile pulling at the corners of her lips, “I understand. Now stop talking.”

  Anna

  This feel so good and so perfect.

  And that’s crazy, isn’t it? There should be stumbling around and not know what goes where (okay, maybe I know what goes where, I’m not that innocent), and there should be confusion and questions and hesitation.

  But there’s not much of that. A tiny bit of hesitation on my part, maybe, but it’s not because of him.

  It’s because I don’t want to screw this up.

  “Baby, you sure you want me to stop talking? Because I think all my talking is making you really wet.”

  My legs are spread apart wide, and I feel self-conscious because my pussy is just completely on display for him, even though I’m still covered up. And he’s right; I can feel that my thin little painties are soaked for him.

  “I don’t know,” I say, his eyes focused on mine.

  “I think you want me to keep talking and see just how wet and turned on you can get. But you also wanna see what else I can do with my mouth, right?”

  “Oh god,” I moan, and he isn’t even touching me right now. My head is spinning with want and desire, with hungry need for him to touch me.

  He leans forward and kisses me, and I feel his tongue dance with mine, and he pulls away sweetly, nipping my bottom lip gently with his teeth. The sensation makes drip with desire, and he finally puts his hands on both of my knees and spreads me wide open for him.

  “You are so fucking perfect, Anna,” he growls as his hands glide up the insides of my thighs. “Perfect and mine.”

  Liam slips a finger inside my panties and growls when he feels how wet I am, and this - the first touch of a man I’ve ever felt on my most intimate parts - makes my entire body heavy and burning hot.

  “You were waiting to give this perfect little pussy to me, weren’t you? You were waiting for me to come along so I could kiss your clit, sink my cock deep inside you. Right baby?”

  “Yes,” I moan as he pulls my panties to the side so he can see all of me.

  I feel so vulnerable, so exposed, like he could do anything to me and I would have no control over it. And that’s how I want it.

  “I don’t think I want you to be my pretend girlfriend,” he moans, slipping his fingers slowly across my aching clit. My heart stops for a second - but then he continues, “I could make you my fucking wife.”

  I feel my mouth pull open and my teeth come down on my bottom lip as he pulls me closer to him, sliding my ass along the cool marble countertop. His bends down, and his lips are dangerously close to my pussy, and he kisses the insides of my thighs as my desire positively drips out of me.

  “You are silky smooth, love,” he says, his lips coming even closer to me, “and you are going to feel so good stretching wide around my cock. You wanna feel that?”

  “Yes,” I moan, “I do.”

  “Not yet baby. I wanna taste that sweet little cherry.”

  Liam puts his lips right against my clit and stops for a moment, sending me a heart-stopping smile before wrapping my clit up inside his perfect lips, swirling his tongue against me, licking me so slowly that I might just lose my damn mind.

  “Ohhh,” I moan out, and the sound nearly surprises me. I never knew something could feel this good.

  It’s like I’ve been teleported to another planet, the way his tongue traces against the outside of my clit and then sweeps over it gently.

  “I could do this every day for the rest of my fucking life,” he growls, “your pussy is so perfect and you are so perfect.”

  That kind of talk is making me feel crazy inside, and I know it’s just that - crazy talk. Dirty talk peppered in with some love-dovey stuff.

  He reaches up and pushes my dress up my waist, and I raise my arms in the air to let him pull it off me. Then he moves up my body and kisses me, making me taste myself on him.

  “Do you like how you taste?” he groans, pulling my body close to him with an open hand on the small of my back.

  It is sinful and sexy, and so forbidden and foreign to me. This man has me doing things I’d never dreamed of.

  Letting him just come up to me on the street and asking me out? Never happened to me.

  Asking me to be his girlfriend on the first date? Ridiculous.

  And now kissing me where I’d never even been touched before today?

  I don’t want this moment to end.

  Liam reaches behind me and unclasps my bra, letting the lace and straps fall onto the counter next to me. He reaches around to my front and pushes his thumb slowly over my nipple, grazing the skin and making me feel crazy inside, making me even wetter.

  “Let me get that wet for you,” he groans, moving down my body and taking my nipple between his lips and flicking his tongue against it just like he did to my clit. “You’re already so wet everywhere else.”

  He pulls his mouth away and puts both of his hands on my breasts, feeling their fullness inside his hands, an expression of lust mixed with something else on his face.

  It’s an expression I’ve never seen before. I don’t know what to call it. It’s want, but it’s something more than that.

  It’s lust, and it’s more.

  And I feel it, too.

  It’s the feeling I had when I first saw him. Like everything else melted away from me. From us.

  “Liam,” I moan, unable to take it any longer, “please fuck me. I need it.”

  “I knew you’d beg me like a good girl,” he growls into my ear, pinching my nipples gently but firmly between his fingers. “I knew when I saw you you were my dirty girl.”

  “Oh god Liam, please,” I moan as he puts his hand between my legs, and I scoot forward toward him, desperate to feel him inside me.

  “You want me to shove my big cock inside you, honey? You want me to reach down and pinch your little clit between my fingers as I fuck you?”

  “Yes,” I moan, my fingers coming down to his belt.

  “Let me do that,” he says, pushing my hands away gently. “I wanna see you touch yourself right now.”

  I feel like my heart could stop right now.

  “Touch...myself?” I say, my eyes wide with confusion.

  “Yes, I want to see how you touch yourself. I wanna see how you touch yourself when you’re alone in the dark, in bed. How you touch yourself when you’re thinking of this. Of being claimed and marked and made to beg. I want to see your face when you do it.”

  I can’t say no to him.

  My heart is beating so fast that I feel like it could slam right through my chest, and I reach down and touch my clit gently. I am so soaked, I never thought I would be able to get this wet.

  I push my fingers around my clit, dragging them along my skin, and I feel like I could cum at any moment.

  “Does that feel good?” he asks.

  “Yes, it does.”

  “But does it feel as good as me? As my fingers? As my tongue?”

  “No,” I breath, my lips quivering in anticipation of him touching me again.

  “And do you like to slip a finger inside when you touch yourself?” he asks.

  “No, I’ve...I’ve never done that before,” I say. “I only touch myself here. I’ve never…”

  “Fuck, baby. You’ve never felt anything inside that sweet little pussy?”

  I swallow thickly.

  “No.”

  “Let me show you,” he says, slowly unbuttoning his pants and pulling the zipper down. He pushes his pants down the floor and steps out of them confidently, all while I watch him, continuing to touch myself, and his eyes stay on mine. He keeps watching my face, and I just want to cum while he watches, but he’s right - I want him to show me how good it feels to have him inside.

  He pulls his shir
t off, and then lifts his muscular arms away from his body as he peels off his thin white undershirt. His body is like something from a dream. Perfect, rippling flesh and stone-hard muscle, and he puts his hands on either side of my thighs, pushing himself closer to me.

  “I’m going to take over from here,” he says, taking my hand and bringing it to my mouth. He makes me taste myself again, and then takes my fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue against the pads of my fingers and sucking my desire off them.

  I look down between us, and my pussy is so wet and making the insides of my thighs sticky for him. And he has his black boxer briefs still on, but I can see the outline of his cock through the fabric, and he is huge.

  “You like what you see?” he asks.

  I nod. It’s a naive, innocent little nod, because I don’t know if I’m going to be able to handle him.

  “You haven’t seen anything yet,” he grows. “Take it out. Take a look at it. Imagine it sliding past your lips as you lick every drop of salty white cum off of it.”

  “Oh god,” I moan, and I can’t stop smiling at what’s about to happen.

  I scoot forward even closer to him, and put my fingers at the top of his shorts. Up close, I can smell the masculine cologne he’s wearing even better, and I can see the outline of his cock even clearer. I swallow hard and brace myself to see my very first cock up close, and I pull the thick waistband of his designer shorts down slowly, wondering who the hell I am.

  Because this? This is not me.

  This is someone better. This is someone drunk on Liam.

  I pull his shorts down and his head of his cock comes into view, and he is dripping with precum. I can’t believe I’ve made this dangerously sexy, experienced man so hard. I can’t believe he wants me.

  But he does.

  I continue pulling his shorts down, and his cock springs forward, thick and perfect and oh-so-very big.

  “Now that you can really see what we’re working with, what do you think?” he asks in his dark, sexy voice.

  “I think you’re really freaking big,” I moan, barely able to control myself.

  “You gonna be able to handle me?” he asks, taking my waist in his strong, powerful hands and pulling me down off the counter.