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“You’re too much. I should take you over my knee.”

“Then you’d have to move your precious baby.”

I tried to glare at her, but it was hard to be convincing when she delighted me so. “Stop that,” I tried. “There has to be a limit to your sass.”

“You think so? By the way, I know someone with a cat that just had a new litter of kittens.”

“Don’t you dare.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

I started to fantasize constantly about being inside of her, even of taking her virginity. The way it would feel to be buried deep, skin on skin, the drugging tightness of her walling me in, taking me inch by inch, the delicious difficulty of it. The struggle of stretching something that had never before been breached.

How much I’d have to prime, work, and tenderize her to get my whole big self in.

The way it would feel when I broke the barrier inside of her. The finality of it. I decided that was just deliciously perverse enough to do it for me.

It was the strangest thing, nothing I’d ever even been interested in before, but now I was consumed by the idea.

I’d always liked experienced girls with little to no inhibitions. What had changed? Why were all of my instincts so off when it came to this little termagant?

“How fun is it even to be a thirty-year-old virgin?” I asked her out of the blue as she brought me an afternoon espresso.

“I’m twenty-three, you ass!”

I bit back a smile. I was well aware of how too young she was. “Whatever. Thirty will be here before you know it. What are you even holding onto? How innocent can you possibly remain when you’ve learned to suck my cock like a fucking artist?”

“Your point?”

That made me smile outright as I continued, “Nothing’s more real than that. And let’s be honest here, I’ve probably gotten you off more in the last two weeks than you have your whole life.”

She made a face.

“Tell me I’m wrong. You with your brutal honesty. Tell me.”

She sighed, looking sour. “You’re not wrong.”

“I’ll tell you what. I want you to talk to all of your girlfriends, ask them if they were in love their first time, see if it was a pleasant experience for any of them. You do that and come back to me. I’m not one to make promises, but I promise you that if you let me be your first, I’ll make it incredible for you.”

She was wearing her stoic face, the one that drove me crazy, because I still couldn’t read it.

“Come here,” I told her.

She came, albeit unhappily.

I pulled her onto my lap, straddling me. ‘You realize that it’s just the barest excuse of a technicality at this point, right?” I was rubbing her butt and starting to get carried away with it. I wanted her. I always wanted her. “For the love of God, I’ve fucked you in the ass.”

I closed my eyes, letting my own words distract me into delicious sensory memories for a moment.

“I know that,” she said quietly. “I’m not an idiot. Listen, you can stop making your arguments about it. I already made up my mind a while ago.”

I didn’t like the sound of that. “Oh?” I asked casually.

“I went on birth control,” she told me quietly. “An IUD.”

I felt my eyelids grow heavy, my breath pant out. I felt a surge of lust so great in that moment it made me rock back in my chair as though I had to give it room to breathe.

Which was perhaps apt as my hard-on right then tried to spring her to the ceiling. “For me?” I asked like it was a long wished for birthday gift.