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The man merely laughs. During one of the worst points of my life, this guy has the temerity to laugh, and it pisses me off. Even worse, he looks like he genuinely finds this funny, like we’re in the audience at a comedy show.
“No, I’m just kidding,” he says once his chuckles die down a bit. “Not about the relationship part, but don’t worry, I’m not going to fire you. You don’t have to worry about that. The actual deal is that I get to enjoy your beautiful body and in return, I’ll throw in some benefits. For example, where do you live now? I’m sure it’s somewhere small and ratty, right? Well, fortunately, I own a hotel so I’ll set you up with a luxury suite right here at the Corinthian, and I’m happy to double your salary too. What do you think?”
I stare at him, my mouth opening and closing without making any sounds. Is this guy insane? Yet somehow, I know that despite the smirks, chuckles, and smarmy attitude, that Stone Thompson is totally serious. This is a man who gets what he wants, and right now, he has his sights set on my curves.
But unfortunately, there are forces at play that he can’t see.
“I can’t,” I say in a quiet but firm voice. “I’m sorry, but it’s not possible.”
The billionaire doesn’t seem surprised in the least by my answer. “No worries. I realize that this is coming as a surprise, but I’m sure you’ll enjoy your new accommodations—”
“No,” I slowly shake my head, interrupting him. After a few moments, I take a deep breath and meet his eyes. “I can’t because I’m religious, so I can’t go there.”
“Religious?” Stone asks, sounding surprised for the first time during this conversation. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“Everything,” I say in a low voice. “You see, Mr. Thompson, I made a promise to God long ago that I would save myself for my husband. In particular, I’ve promised the Lord that until I take part in the sacrament of holy matrimony, that I won’t have sex. Look,” I murmur, holding up my left hand to show him a thin gold band on my ring finger. “I already have a wedding band.”
Stone squints because the ring is made of a gold so delicate and fine that it’s practically invisible.
“So you’re married already,” he says in a slow voice.
“Yes,” I nod. “To Jesus Christ. That is, until my future husband comes along.”
Stone shoots me an unreadable look.
“Yes, but I thought only teenaged girls had promise rings,” he states.
I sit up a little straighter, my cheeks heating up.
“No, that’s not true,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady in order to not sound defensive. “I’m twenty years old, thank you very much, and I’m very proud of my promise to God. I took a vow many years ago, and I intend to honor it. As a result, no sex until marriage. At least, not in the traditional sense.”
Those words hang in the air between us, and the billionaire’s blue eyes gleam then.
“The traditional sense?” he repeats, one black brow raised. “What does that mean?”
I nod, taking a deep breath. OMG, this is so wrong because like I said, I take my vows seriously. But at the same time, everyone knows there are ways around those vows right? Because people are people, and there are exceptions to every rule.
But am I ready to share my secrets with Stone? Am I ready to teach him the Mormon Dick Soak, as well as all the other things I’ve done with boys when I was allegedly celibate? A hot shiver runs down my spine, making me press my thighs together with need because I want this man … and I already know that bending, but not breaking, my vows with Stone Thompson will be totally worth it.
5
STONE
Maybe I should just let it go. This is a hare-brained scheme that can only end badly, but I can’t help myself either because Tanya is so beautiful and innocent, and it only makes me want her more. There’s something so forbidden and taboo about the fact that she’s taken a promise vow … that I’m now going to help her break.
“So tell me,” I manage in a neutral tone. “How do we get around this vow of yours?”
Her cheeks flush bright pink and she stares down at her hands, which are twisting around one another.
“Well, there’s anal of course,” she says in a soft voice. “I haven’t pledged my backdoor to Jesus, and as a result, I consider that okay.”
I nod, although my cock jerks.
“Good. I enjoy anal. But what else? Is that pretty mouth of yours pledged to Jesus as well?”
She shakes her head, unable to meet my eyes.
“No, so oral is okay too,” she whispers, her cheeks a pretty tomato red. “I’ve done that before with different boys,” she admits.
