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God, I’m dying to get them in my mouth. They’re gorgeous.
So is she.
“I forgot my clothes,” she says by way of apology, then bends to rummage through her suitcase.
There’s no way to avoid the eyeful of her world-class ass. Well, I could be a gentleman, turn around, and not look. I probably should. But I don’t move until she plucks up some garments and disappears into the bathroom again.
Am I really going through with this plan? The better question is, will I be able to pull it off?
Twenty minutes later, Echo emerges again in a golden sundress that gathers tightly across her breasts and ties in a bow just beneath them, emphasizing her cleavage. She’s tossed her hair into a loose braid, face made up with a dusting of mascara and some lip gloss. And she glows.
I’m a sucker. I’m an idiot. And I’m going to regret what I plan to say, I have no doubt.
The food arrives, and once the server sets up the table, I sign the receipt. Then Echo and I sit.
I’m nervous as hell, but she dives in, gaping at the stack of pancakes and moaning at the plate of fresh fruit.
She pours some juice while I suck down black coffee and gather my nerve. “What did you want to talk about?”
“Are you absolutely set on losing your virginity this week?”
Echo blinks and blushes, but sets her lips in a stubborn line. “I have no reason to wait. And before you give me all the arguments about why Xavian won’t make it special and insist I deserve more, I appreciate that. But he’ll make it good, and when I finally have the kind of relationship where sex is involved, I’ll be confident that I know what I’m doing.”
“If you’re sure, Fay’s call gave me an idea. Hear me out.” I take a deep breath. “Since we’ll be having dinner with your new bosses—and their single son—on Sunday, and we have to convince them we’re a couple…what if I took your virginity instead?”
A little gasp escapes her lips. “Are you serious?”
No, but the lie will help her.
“Why not? We have this room and this bed and…if you’re set on doing this, I want to make absolutely sure you’re treated well.”
Echo is quiet for such a long time, I start to sweat. And I start to doubt. Would she rather have Xavian? That possibility bugs the hell out of me.
Finally, she sets down her fork and bites her lip. “Would you really do it?”
“If you want, yeah.”
She’ll thank me for being less than honest when she’s found the guy she’s really in love with and her hymen is still intact.
Slowly, Echo gets to her feet. I stand, too. She holds out her hand. “I’d like that. I know it wasn’t easy for you to offer, especially after we fought the other night, but—”
“Stop worrying about that.” I take her palm against mine, aware of my heart gonging against my chest like a wild drum. “Let’s take this slow, okay? We have all week. There’s no rush.”
“But not too slow, promise?”
I just smile. Maybe I’m splitting hairs. I can stomach lying to her for her own good, but I won’t break my promises. With parents too busy to notice any of their kids, especially the youngest, Echo has had a whole life of those.
“Come here.” I tug on her hand.
She tumbles against my body, and her head falls back. Our stares meet. Jesus, I’ve barely touched her, and my blood burns, jetting fire to my cock. I’m ashamed of how much I want her, but at least every time I touch her, the desire will be authentic.
The bigger problem is, once I start kissing her, the clothes come off, and I show her what passion feels like, can I fucking stop myself from taking her in every way?
“Be sure,” I warn.
If she says yes, I’ll do my damnedest to ensure she leaves this week still a proud V-card carrying member, but I’ll touch her in every other way she’ll let me. And with desire scalding me to my bones, I’m going to enjoy every fucking minute.
“I am,” she whispers so quickly, it’s clear she didn’t think twice.
Electricity pings through my body.
“Then this week, you’re all mine. Xavian and every other guy can fuck off.”
“Absolutely,” she murmurs.
“Good. Are you done with breakfast?”
“Yeah.” She skates her palm up my chest, looking at me with pleading eyes. They’re impossible to resist. “Are you going to kiss me now? For real?”
She thinks that kiss I laid on her the other night, the one still spooling through my brain, wasn’t genuine?
“Yes, I’m going to kiss you, long and slow and hot.”
Swallowing, I cup her nape and tilt her head back as I wrap my other arm around her waist and drag her close. If she didn’t know this earlier, there’s no escaping the obvious now. I’m hard as hell.
