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But Andre doesn’t hesitate. “Your virginity, Duchess. I own your virginity.”
“You said you didn’t want it.” I shift in my seat as I remember the other things he said to me that night.
Like, good girls gag.
“That doesn’t mean it’s not still mine.”
“So, what?” I scoff. “I’m just supposed to stay like this forever then?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Well you might as well have.” I huff out a breath. “You made it very clear you don’t give a shit about my v—” I get the first letter out before choking on the rest.
I’m going to call that improvement. Maybe I should start another log in my notebook.
Andre pulls up to a levered gate and stops as it slowly lifts, his full attention coming my way. “That doesn’t mean I don’t plan on taking it.”
My stomach drops.
Or flips.
I can’t really tell the difference because so many parts of me are reacting at once.
My mouth is dry.
My eyes are open so wide they burn at the edges.
My heart is racing.
And my thighs are clenching, squeezing at the sudden throb pulsing between them.
I came into this expecting to have sex with an old rich guy. Someone a little fat. A little lazy. A little sweaty.
A little gross.
But it was going to be worth it, so I was ready to power through.
And I might have been able to, but what I ended up with is nothing like what I was anticipating.
Andre isn’t fat. The only part of him I’ve seen naked is his dick, but I’ve felt plenty of the rest pressed against me. Enough to know that he’s all muscle and power.
So definitely not lazy either.
Picturing him sweaty only makes my thighs press tighter together at the reasons he might be that way.
Imagining him on top of me, the weight of his body on mine is the farthest thing from gross I can imagine.
Which is fucking terrifying.
Andre shoots me a smirk, like the sight of me stupefied and speechless is the first pleasing thing he’s witnessed tonight.
A little hurtful since I was standing in front of him mostly naked a little bit ago.
I manage to recover my voice as he pulls through the underground garage, weaving toward a spot directly beside the elevators. “So now you want to... do that?”
“Not now.” Andre pulls into the spot and shifts the Mercedes into park before getting out and closing the door, leaving me alone in the car.
A second later the door beside me opens and he holds his hand out. “Come.”
