Page 71 of His Virgin Romance Series

“Of course.” She nodded.

I stepped out of her office and took the elevator down to the ground floor with my head full of course fees and timetables. I wondered what I could manage and what courses fit into my price range.

There were about three different courses I was interested in taking and I knew I’d have to take them one at a time so that I could continue to work full time, as well. Jared popped into my head, and I knew I wanted to make time for him, too.

I checked my phone as I left the building and I realized I had a message from my brother. I opened it up and started to read it, wondering why he was texting at all, he never texted me.

“You’re laughing at me… I know you are. You and him both, and I won’t stand for it anymore. I am your brother, and I am a big man. You remember that, okay? I know you think I can’t do anything right, but that’s not true. You don’t know me. No one’s ever understood me and I’m going to show everyone. I’m someone, got it? I’m someone.”

I frowned, wondering what on earth he was on about. The text was almost threatening and if it were anyone else, I might have been alarmed and maybe even a little scared. But I knew Brent. He was childish and immature, and he was also prone to temper tantrums.

I suspected that he and Jared had had another disagreement over their catch up this morning and I sighed at the thought. It was strange how fast their friendship had deteriorated in the last couple of months, and I wondered if I had anything to do with that.

I tried calling Brent to see what was up with him, but there was no answer. I tried again, but still no answer. I decided to just try again later, but I had to admit I was too excited about seeing Jared to dwell on Brent and his little outbursts. I wondered if I should pack a bag and just stay at Jared’s place for a few days. It sounded like Brent might need the space.

I stopped by the apartment, put together an overnight bag with one change of clothes, and headed to Jared’s place. I knew he wouldn’t be home for another hour at least, but I knew where the spare key was. I let myself into his apartment, tidied up a bit because I just couldn’t help myself, and then lay down on his bed to wait for him. Five minutes ticked by before Marta’s suggestion started replaying in my head.

I sat up again and glanced at myself in the small mirror opposite Jared’s bed. Did I dare? I realized I was actually considering it and that sent a pitter-patter running through my heart. I got up slowly and removed my shirt. I felt a little thrill at the prospect of welcoming Jared home naked. I had never thought of myself as a seductress, but suddenly I wanted to step into that role—even if it was only for today.

With my heart beating fast, I decided to grit my teeth and do it. So I stripped down to my underwear, contemplating whether this was enough. But then I decided to go the whole ten yards. So I took off my bra, pulled off my panties and lay down on his bed once again. Fifteen minutes later, I heard Jared’s key in the door and I jumped into a more enticing position, lying across his bed with my legs entwined together.

I heard him move through the apartment and a second later, he emerged at the door and stopped short, obviously not having expected I would already be in his apartment.

He stared at me for a moment and then I saw his eyes rake across my naked body. I looked down to his trousers and saw his erection pressed up against the material of his pants. That alone made me grateful I had done this. He didn’t say a word. He just dropped the bag he was carrying and got on top of me, kissing me frantically and passionately.

I laughed, but I gave myself over to him, and soon he was naked, too. I could tell that he was impatient today. He wanted to be inside me, and I wanted the same. When his cock slipped inside me, I moaned in pleasure and clung to his back, as my fingernails dug into his skin.

We had sex three times that night, with twenty-minute intervals between each toe-curling embrace. He took me from the front and the back, and once I was on top of him, riding him with the confidence I had always doubted I had. He made me feel more like a woman and more like myself in the same breath. I felt somehow as though I was getting to know myself better through Jared.

It was more than just the way his cock felt inside me. It was the way he made me feel when he looked at me. I came screaming, with his lips curled around my nipple.

“That was some welcome home,” Jared said, panting heavily.

“I was inspired.”

“By me?”

“By your declaration this morning,” I admitted.

“Even though I told you over text?” he asked teasingly.

“I’ve decided to forgive you for that,” I said.

“Why, thank you, ma’am,” he replied. “Now I feel like I need to do something for you.”

“You already have,” I said, giving him a little wink. “Although… you could try saying it to me again, now that we’re face to face.”

Jared smiled and leaned in to kiss me tenderly. When he broke apart, his beautiful eyes were only inches from mine. “I love you, Rachel.”

I felt a thrill of happiness rush through me. “I love you, too.”

We made love and then sat together in his bed, entangled in the sheets and in each other and we discussed movies and movie stars and the world it had opened up to each of us. I had learned to dream by watching films and apparently, so had Jared; we had just come at it in different ways.

It was after our third heated love-making session that I remembered the strange text my brother had sent me as I had been leaving work.

“By the way, how’d it go with my brother this morning?” I asked.

“Oh.”

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