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“You want to do the honors, baby?”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

“Don’t miss,” He teased, his lips brushing my ear as his arms wrapped back around me.

I bit my cheek to stop my smile. “I never miss.”

CHAPTER 23

Present

I STILL COULDN’T PROCESS THE fact that I never felt bored when I was around him. Or the fact that I’d opened up more than I ever had. With him, it felt easy… and natural.

We couldn’t seem to stay away from each other. When I wasn’t at work, we were always together. He gave me free rein to wander his penthouse and discover the different facilities it had to offer – such as a private pool and jacuzzi where I rode him over his swimsuit trunks for hours. Even if he was going over contracts at his desk, I was laying on his office couch reading – waiting for him to get off a business call so I could sit on his fancy desk and spread my legs for him.

Small bruises covered my hips and some light hickeys on my neck, although my tits were filled with purple marks from his mouth. In exchange, I left red slashes across his back, chest and shoulders with my nails. I’d joked about how we’d marked each other, but Zach took it even more seriously, making sure to kiss every inch of me while rasping ‘mine’ against my skin.

However, despite everything, we hadn’t had actual sex. I’d been too scared, and Zach simply hadn’t brought it up. He didn’t try to pressure me or even insinuate that it was time we did, which I was glad for since the last thing I wanted to do was say ‘no’ to him. I just hadn’t been ready.

At least not until now.

I hadn’t actually told Zach that I was a virgin, but I guessed it was pretty obvious. Something told me he already knew, which was why he hadn’t brought it up and allowed me to decide when I wanted to take the next step.

I wasn’t exactly fond of my virginity; I actually didn’t really care for it. I simply hadn’t trusted a man enough to get intimate before.

There were quite a few times when my legs were wrapped around Zach, and we were kissing, and his hard-on was pressing temptingly against my core… I just wanted to say ‘fuck it’ and ask him to sink inside me, but I pushed the need down. I needed to decide when I was in the right state of mind, not a haze of mind-blowing orgasms – which was pretty hard since we werealwaysall over each other.

However, in the end, it was pretty simple and straightforward. I trusted him, I was ready and I wanted him to be my first. Not everything had to be that deep. Sometimes I just needed to listen to my therapist: let go andfeel.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I’d showered, brushed my teeth, put on deodorant and perfume. My hair was pin straight to my waist, and I wore a lacy black bra and a matching G-string. I’d gotten a full wax the day before as I did every month, and after lotioning my whole body, I was already wet with anticipation.

I opened the cabinet behind the mirror and grabbed the whole box of condoms. Judging by our relationship so far, we were going to use a lot more than just one.

Holding the box behind my back, I opened the door of Zach’s ensuite bathroom and leaned against the frame. I pressed my lips together to hide my excitement.

Zach was lying in just his boxers on the bed like a king – which I guess he kinda was, considering hewasKingpin. He had one arm behind his head as he watched ESPN football highlights on the TV.

As soon as he glanced my way, he raised the remote in his hand and shut it off without looking away from me. He ran his tongue over his teeth as his eyes roamed over my body before fixing on my face.

I didn’t move, just kept standing there, leaning against the door frame with a seductive smile and a box of condoms behind my back.

He frowned in that charming way of his, eyes full of curiosity. He raised his chin in my direction. “What are you smiling about?”

I silently raised the box so he could see it. His gaze followed my hand and I saw the exact moment his eyes darkened with want, need, desire and lust.

I advanced towards the bed expecting him to jump me, but his eyes remained on the box. His vision intensified on the package as his eyebrows drew in a frown, but this time it was leaning towards actual concern.

My chest filled with anxiety. Why wasn’t he already ripping the lingerie off me?

His ebony eyes met mine. “You sure you want this to be your first time?”

So he knew. He wasn’t wrong, but the assurance with which he spoke mixed with the confusion as to why he was thinking so much into this, filled me with annoyance.

I practically felt my eyes spark with a challenge. “Who said this was my first time?” My voice was so convincing, I even slightly shocked myself.

Zach’s eyes set like the sun, taking over a completely new darkness. Before I knew what was happening, I was thrown on my back on the bed and he was on top of me. A hand closed around my throat while the other came up to my face, his thumb brushing over my lips.

“When I’m done with you, the only word leaving these pretty lips will be my name.”

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