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Chapter Eight
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Never had Kensley neededa cold shower more, but without one in sight, she had to sit in her wet panties courtesy of one bold and cocky billionaire.
“Would you prefer Charles leave the room?” Hunter questioned with a raised eyebrow and a challenging glint in his eye. Really? He’s giving her that option now? What about when he wanted to part her folds with the tip of his cock—?
Oh, he would love it if she asked Charles to leave. Well, the game had officially started. He needed to know she was no shy, wilting flower, even if she was a virgin, contrary to her prior responses.
“That won’t be necessary,” she said, raising her chin.
“All right then. Just tick the appropriate box, Kensley,” Charles offered as if she were going to do an innocent random survey, like on curtains or something.
“Problem, Ms. Reid?” Hunter’s green gaze mocked her.
“Not at all,” she murmured.
“Please rest assured that your answers won't change Hunter’s mind. It's more for... informational purposes.”
Informational purposes?
Had she ever been penetrated with anything other than a penis? Such as a vibrator, or household items:No.
Any form of vegetable, for example, carrots or cucumbers?Heck no.
Next question: Any piercings, particularly on the clitoris and nipples?Ouch, but no.
Tattoos of any kind? She wished she could stand the pain, sono.
Participation in sports or activities such as horseback riding, gymnastics, or biking? She could barely make herself go to the gym even though she religiously paid her membership fee, sono.
Any injuries or operations sustained to the vagina?No.
Problems with orgasming?Hmm...
Truthfully, she didn’t need them much. After all, she was the original Ice-Maiden. Orgasms were like her kryptonite. She worried she would turn into her sex-crazed parents if she were given half the chance and hump everything in sight the way they did. Thanks again, Mom and Dad. Of course, Hunter didn't need to know all that. All he needed to know was that she could orgasm like a pro, but just not for him, so she ticked the “no” box; no problems orgasming at all.
