“Look at me, Angel.” His voice was low, but commanding.
She did as he asked and opened her eyes.
“You’re a virgin?”
She wanted to crawl into a hole and die, but, instead, she nodded.
He cocked a brow at her. “But I saw birth control pills on your night table, right next to some nose spray.”
“They’re prescribed by my doctor,” she groaned, hiding now behind her hands. She peered at him through her fingers. “I have allergies and irregular periods.”
He paused and licked his lips. “So, you’ve never been with a man?”
Again, she nodded.
A wicked smile curved his lips. “Let me hear you say it,” he said softly.
She let her hands drop to her lap. “I’m a virgin,” she whispered.
He kissed her long and hard.
“Again,” he said. “Louder.”
“I’m a virgin.”
“Again,” he growled.
“I’m a virgin!”
He scooped her into his arms and stood. “Not for long,” he promised, and headed toward the stairs.
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