“Nothing much. He hides it from me like it’s the key to heaven or something.”
Chuckling, I finish the last of my drink. “Core Tech is expanding into Europe. The person whose proposal is chosen will be the new VP of that division.”
“Oh shit.” It slips out of her and then she covers her mouth. “Sorry. I just didn’t realize that it was that huge.”
“Yeah. And if you haven’t gathered, everyone basically assumes that will either be Meynard or me.”
She nods. “That, I got.”
“Thought you might. You don’t miss much.” I watch her smirk. “Honestly, I think your innocence has been because someone else has been holding the leash on your life.”
“I wanted to focus on school and work instead of relationships. Didn’t want to be derailed.”
Leaning forward, I lock eyes with her. “I think that’s what you tell yourself. I think that you’ve been holding yourself back because you knew deep down that you wouldn’t be able to do whatever the hell you wanted and that you had to wait. There’s no fucking way that you would have lasted this long otherwise.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because you almost let me finger fuck you in the middle of the Core Tech cafeteria. And eat you out in a gym. You let me tell you not to come just because I wanted to.” She blushes. “You, Chianna Brack, are a horny freak, just like me.”
“No, I’m—” her voice cuts off mid-sentence like she can’t fully get the lie out. Picking up her glass, Chianna downs the rest of her wine in three swallows. Swallows that have me thinking about other, entirely different things to swallow. The glass hits the table with a thudding finality. “You might be right.”
“I know I am.”
“Want to help me find out?”
I stare at her, gauging if she’s serious. There’s nothing about her that looks like she’s remotely kidding. “Right now?”
“Right now.”
Standing up from my chair, I signal the waiter with one hand. He comes over. “Bill me, please.” I come here enough that they know I pay my bills and allow me to keep a tab. Which at the moment I’m fucking grateful for.
I pull Chianna up and out of the chair, covering her mouth with mine in one movement. She tastes like wine and that crisp sweetness. “Let’s go.”
Her laugh fills the air with joy, and I wish that our apartments were a hell of a lot closer than they are.
10
Chianna
This is it. This is the moment that I’ve been waiting for. I’m losing my virginity, and I have absolutely zero regrets about how or with whom. That’s all that I can ask for.
We can’t keep our hands off each other in the back of the car. It’s all I can do to give in and start moaning the way that Kris keeps kissing my neck and stroking his thumbs down my sides and over my nipples. He’s barely holding himself back too.
If he had his way, I’d already be naked. His hands have already wandered up under my skirt, and he’s pulled the neck of my shirt as far as it will go trying to access my skin.
I fucking love it.
We can’t get home fast enough. I want to be in his bed and not in this car. My entire body is pulsing with need, especially after being denied for more than a day. But I can already tell that he was right. It’s going to make it so much better and for my first time, that’s exactly what I want.
Desperate, fiery passion.
Something that will overcome the pain fast.
Kris doesn’t let go of my hand as we walk to the elevator. I practically expect him to strip me as soon as the doors close, but he doesn’t. Not even once he opens the door to his apartment and ushers me inside. I know that everything is lurking under the surface, ready to be unleashed, but he’s calm.
“Do you want a drink?”
“No.” I had enough wine with lunch that I’m loose and brave. And not remotely drunk. One more drink might put me in that direction though.
Kris takes my hand again and guides me through the apartment. It’s a similar layout to my uncle’s, though everything is sharper. Cleaner. It reflects him. I’ll have to check it out more thoroughly after.
The master bedroom is a marvel, with a gorgeous dark bed in the center of the space paired with an amazing view of the city. I smirk at him. “I can’t think of a better place for you to defile me.”
He turns me toward him, serious. “I want to make sure that you’re sure.”
I stare up at him. “We raced back here to do this.”
“I know. And the minute you say yes, I’m going to strip you down and worship you until you forget that you ever were a virgin.” Blood heats under my skin at the words. “But I also know that this isn’t a thing that people take lightly. So, I want to know that you’re sure.”
My heart is pounding in my chest. Of course there are some nerves. How could there not be? But I can’t imagine anything but this. Can’t imagine anyone but him. “I’m sure. I want this, Kris. And I want it with you.”
His mouth slams down on mine, and this is different. This isn’t kissing in a cab or teasing me in a gym. This is total domination and pleasure. Kris’s hand curls around the back of my neck, holding me closer so he can ravage my mouth. He’s stealing all the air out of my lungs and in this moment, I’m happy to let him.
“Someday,” he says. “I’m going to fuck you while you’re wearing those stockings and heels. But for your first time? I want you naked.”
I shiver and step out of the heels. He’s so much taller than me without them. It just reminds me of just how big he is. Muscles, height, and from what I’ve already felt, cock.
He peels my shirt over my head, and even though this is something that we’ve already done—mostly—it still feels different. Kris touches the skin that’s visible with reverence. He’s not speeding through this. And though the temptation to race forward into pleasure is there, I’m glad he’s taking his time. Here, he can lead.
Clever fingers drop the zipper on the side of my skirt, and it slips off my hips to pool around my feet. I step out of it, taking a sudden breath when Kris sinks to his knees in front of me. Lips on my stomach. Kisses down to the waistband of my tights.
The feeling of Kris’s fingers digging into my tights and bunching them up as he drags them down my legs shouldn’t be as hot as it is. And there’s nothing underneath those stockings.
Only minutes and he has me down to my bra. That part I can do. Reaching up, I unhook the bra from the center and let it drop off my shoulders. Completely naked now.
Kris is looking up at me with an awe that I don’t think that I deserve. For a moment, I feel like a goddess about to be worshipped, and I can’t say that I dislike the feeling.
Hands on my hips, he pushes me back to the bed. Lays me out before retreating and stripping. This makes me more nervous than getting naked. Because I’m seeing him for the first time. What if he’s too big and I can’t take him?
One button at a time his shirt comes off, and I’m able to drink in the fucking masterpiece that is his chest. God, I could look at him all day and not get tired of it. “You should make a calendar,” I say. “Twelve months of nothing but you.”