Page 146 of The First Taste
She blinks. “And what are your needs?”
I grind my hips into hers again, biting my lip. “Devilish and deranged, for starters. I would be able to fuck you any time, any place. But I think we would both enjoy it, Kaia.”
She sucks in a deep breath, her cheeks flushing scarlet. “I don’t… I don’t think I’m the one you want, Calum. I’m… not…”
She breaks off, shaking her head.
I renew my grip on her hair, making her gasp. “I think you’re exactly what I want, beauty.”
She shivers convulsively, her gaze clashing with mine. “You don’t understand. I’m... I haven’t been with anyone before.”
“I’m going to be your first patron?” I ask, smirking a little. “I think you’re going to be fine.”
She groans, frustrated. “I’m trying to tell you that I’m a fucking virgin, Calum! Okay? I haven’t fucked anyone before and you seem to want… something else.” Her nose wrinkles. “Someone else.”
My jaw drops for a second. I stare into her eyes, floored.
How…?
Why…?
What the fuck?
Did I hear her right?
The girl that made me come in my pants the very first time we met is a fucking virgin? The very same one that I have wet dreams about two or three times each night?
I let my gaze drop to her tight little body. Her perfectly kissable tits, her ass that I want to bury my face in, her undoubtedly magical untouched pussy…
“Holyfuck,” I say. Because what else can I say? “Are you serious right now?”
Kaia bites her lip, blushes, and looks me deep in the eyes. I know that she’s a stripper. I know that it’s to her benefit to lie about something like this.
I know that any man would literally kill to be in the position I am in right now.
I know all of that. But when she whispersyesin that breathy tone of voice…
I believe her.
I slide both of my hands to her hips, giving my head another shake.
“Oh, beauty,” I whisper. “Don’t sign the Club’s contract. We’ll work out a private deal, just between the two of us. I’ll teach you everything I know, in and out of the bedroom. We’ll do every decadent, dirty, hedonistic thing I’ve ever even dreamed of.”
She scans my face, as if trying to decide if I really mean what I say.
“I’ll still be able to dance as part of the New York Ballet, right?” She sucks in a breath after she says it, holding it in.
I tighten my grip on her hips. “Yes, Kaia.”
She bites her lip. “And you won’t… like, tell anyone? About our arrangement, I mean.”
I solemnly shake my head. “No. It’s honestly just as bad for an administrator to be seen sleeping with a dancer as it is for a dancer to have a side job. Either one spells trouble if they were found out.”
Kaia blows out a long breath, then looks at me. “Then… yes. I’ll do it.” Her cheeks blaze bright red. “Should I… do you want me to get undressed right now?”
I’m taken aback by her red-faced offer. I tilt my head, looking at her for a moment.
I don’t know her very well at all, but I’m starting togettwo things about her.
