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Being a virgin at this age is getting real old, real fast. In fact, it had been real old for a really long time, which is why Olivia dragged me to that club in the first place.
I was done. Put a fucking fork in me.
Well, maybe not a fork…
To say I’m ready to discard my virginity in a fiery ritual of self-sacrifice and a long-overdue farewell celebration is an understatement.
My eyes linger on Burn’s face, the amber glow of the street lights flashing over his chiseled features as he speeds past them. Even though I know hardly anything at all about this man — other than he’s obscenely wealthy and is so handsome he could have been on the cover of GQ — I consider him a strong possible candidate for getting the job done.
I’d considered many candidates before but I’ve never quite found the right situation.
Now, I’d been waiting for so long I’ve almost forgotten why I’m waiting or what I’m looking for in the first place.
Sure, in the beginning, I had those girlish fantasies of Prince Charming sweeping me off my feet and expertly taking me in a breathy romantic dream under a fucking blossoming magnolia tree or some equally fragrant floral situation, followed by an enthusiastically recited promise of everlasting love and devotion by my new mate.
But I’m a grown ass woman now — and I know the best I can really hope for is a good fucking story to tell when I’m an old woman, sipping tea on my wrap-around porch, with a bunch of my also ancient girlfriends, as we try to out-do each other with stories about our lives.
I figure a hot rich dude in a limited edition Maserati might just make a good enough story.
Burn catches me watching him, the corners of his mouth tugging up into a crooked grin that damn near makes me swoon. That’s a good start, I figure. I reach over and let my hand rest on his thigh, watching his face for any sign of disapproval.
He doesn’t flinch. He just deepens the smirk, like this happens to him all the time.
I leave my hand there and he shifts gears, revving the engine as he picks up the pace and we race out of town.
We’d left the club without discussing our next destination. I hadn’t even told Olivia where I was going, which was completely irresponsible, but I’d make it up to her later.
As Burn merges onto the freeway heading to the outskirts of town, the realization that I have absolutely no idea where we’re headed hits me.
If I was being reasonable, I’d be worried.
Hell, I’d at least ask a few questions.
But I’m not reasonable right now — and going off into the night with a stranger like Burn without knowing a damned thing about him — that wasn’t reasonable either.
Instead, I sink back into the butter soft seat and let my hand slide further up his thigh, hoping I’m being brazen enough for him to get the message. When he reaches over and slides his hand up my thigh in one swift, confident movement, a slow smile stretches across my face as I slowly spread my legs, allowing him as much as access as he dares.
And dare he does.
When he sees my knees part, his mouth opens just a little and he slides his warm palm along my inner thigh, his wealthy man’s hands as soft as velvet from probably never having seen a rough day of work in his life.
But his warm soft skin on my tender flesh is a welcome sensation and I lean back in my seat, jutting my hips out just barely, just enough to let him know I want him to keep going.
But he doesn’t.
Instead — he removes his hand, leaving a shock of a cold in the absence of his palm.
He reaches his hand forward to the dash, hitting a button that changes everything around us. The entire car begins to shift — the middle of the roof seems to magically cut itself in half, the small trunk of the car opening at the same time, and the entire roof disappearing into it in about six and a half seconds of unexpected wizardry — and then we’re racing down the freeway topless, the wind whipping at our hair, the cold air hitting our faces in an exhilarating change from the sultry slide of Burn’s warm hand up my thigh just seconds earlier.
If it wasn’t for the thrill of it all, I might have been disappointed.
Instead, I’m on fire for him now. I push away the tendency to reject the cliché of the filthy rich sexy guy showing off his car and my panties melting off me in response, and just go with it.
Fuck it, I tell myself. You only live once.
And I’m ready to fucking live. The entire time, my hand stays right where it is, firmly and intentionally planted on Burn’s mid-to-upper thigh in my uncharacteristically brazen attempt at letting him know I was interested. But now, I graduate from interested to a firm ‘down-to-fuck’.
I lift my hand and put it right on his cock, the warmth of my hand quickly warming the thick fabric confining it.
