The Virgin Intern (A Romance Novella) (3 page)

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my hands on Andrew’s chest, and gently push him away. Now that he knows, he’ll stop. It’s happened before.

Stepping around him, I move toward the bathroom so I can splash water on my burning face. But Andrew catches my hand, pulls me back so we’re chest to chest again.

“You’re a virgin,” he says it softly, almost in awe.

“Yes.”

I try to move again and he stops me. “Where are you going?”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to pretend it doesn’t matter, now that you know.”

I feel his fingers tighten on my arms, and slowly he pulls me against him until my entire body is touching his. I can feel how hard he is through his pants, and I know that’s exactly what he wants me to feel. “Why would you think being a virgin would make me want you less?”

“Nobody wants someone who doesn’t have a clue what they’re doing.”

We’re standing so close, I can see his eyes darken. “Naomi, everything I know about you I like. You are beautiful, smart, and incredibly sexy while fixing copy machines. So as long as you haven’t changed your mind, I am going to fuck you right now on that pretty blue bed.” My heart starts to sprint, and I don’t think I’m breathing anymore. He wants me. This gorgeous man wants me, and I know that it’s going to be so much better than any of my attempts to imagine it. “Did you change your mind?”

I shake my head, my voice barely a breath. “No.”

“Good.”

His mouth crashes onto mine, and his tongue is tracing bits of my mouth I didn’t know existed. I can feel his hands unbuttoning my shirt, and my nipples peak with the rush of air. He pushes the shirt down off my shoulders and pulls away, looking at me. He traces my breasts through the thin fabric, gentle at first and then harder, squeezing my nipples until I gasp at the pressure. He unhooks my bra, and tosses it aside. Then in one swift motion he lifts me onto the bed, and his mouth is on me. I feel the tip of his tongue on my right nipple while his hands trace down the bare skin of my stomach. His knees straddle my hips, and being spread out underneath him is exactly what I’ve been fantasizing about.

My back arches off the bed as he sucks deeply, filling his mouth with my breast. Then he lets go, and I shiver in the absence of his mouth. That is until he moves to my other breast. “Oh my god,” I moan. I don’t know why I haven’t done this sooner.

He leans up to kiss me, and the motion lets me feel his erection again, and now I’m freaking out because it feels huge and that thing is going to be inside me soon. But my body responds to his, arching up to meet him, and Andrew takes the hint. He scoops his hands under my ass and tilts my hips up to meet his, and now he’s thrusting against me through our clothes, his erection pressed against my clit. I’ve never been so angry at my own clothing before.

I don’t remember ever being so wet, and every crush of our hips together releases a burst of pleasure. So good. It feels so good, and I’m gasping for air between his kisses. I think I might come. But no, he’s stopped. Stopped everything. I open my eyes to find Andrew looking down at me, smiling like the devil. He kisses me slowly, never breaking eye contact, and then he moves. Hips lips are on my throat, my collarbone, and lower. He weaves a path between my breasts and across my stomach, pausing to lick a circle around my belly button. Then he’s reached my skirt and I’m so nervous and thrilled and scared that I feel like I’m vibrating.

Andrew works my skirt down my hips, and I help it along by kicking it all the way off. He’s standing at the end of the bed now, and suddenly I realize just how close to naked I am. I sit up, instinct telling me to make myself smaller, to cover myself. I should say something, anything about the way I’m feeling, but I’m not sure I know how to communicate right now. Because Andrew just took off his pants. I’ve never seen a man naked before, not standing right in front of me like this, and if I could imagine a perfect cock, this one would win. It’s long and thick, standing out from his body at full attention. My first thought is that it’s mesmerizing. My second thought comes rushing out of my mouth before I can stop it: “There’s no way that’s going to fit inside me.”

That devilish smile sweeps across his face and he laughs. “It will, don’t worry.” He kneels in front of me, and his hands stroke my arms. I hadn’t even realized that I crossed them over my chest. “You’re still nervous,” he says.

“So nervous. Ridiculously and tremendously nervous.”

His laugh is soft. “You’re allowed to be nervous, but you don’t have to be. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m going to make you feel so good you’ll forget you were ever nervous.”

He lifts my hands away from my chest and places them on his shoulders. I can’t help it, I fan my fingers out, feeling as much skin as possible, and move my hands into his hair. It’s soft and damp and I could spend an hour running my hands through it. His hands are busy too. They’re at my hips, and he has his fingers in the waistband of my underwear. He works them down, sliding them slowly from under me, down my legs and off my feet. Then with a wink he tosses them behind him, and I’m naked. I’ve never been naked with a man before.

My heart kicks into a higher gear. This is real. I want this, I want him, but it’s so much. I take a shaky breath as he leans up to kiss me. He presses me back onto the bed, and then he’s gone, still kneeling, and he’s pushing my legs apart. My entire body flushes with embarrassment that he’s looking at my pussy, entirely open. I barely have time to think the thought before his tongue is on me, one slow stroke from bottom to top. I’m already soaking, but I can feel myself getting wetter. He licks me again, teasing my clit before moving down to my opening, and I groan. He hums against my clit, and the vibrations make me shudder.

“You taste so good,” he says, closing his mouth over me and sucking, grazing my clit with his teeth. Every time I imagined being with a man, I never thought it would be like this. The slide of his mouth across me is pulling pleasure from every one of my nerves, and it’s all swirling down and gathering between my legs. My hips start to move, thrusting up to meet his mouth, and he matches the rhythm, pushing his tongue inside me. He pulls my legs over his shoulders and suddenly it feels like his mouth is everywhere. His tongue is brushing my thighs and stroking my clit, his lips pressing me down and pulling me open, his teeth grazing.

My hands are fisted in the blankets and I’m not controlling the words coming out of my mouth telling him to keep going and not to stop and oh god yes. Andrew flicks his tongue across my clit over and over and I can feel myself getting closer. My muscles are shaking and I’m drowning in the pleasure of sensation and I want to live in this moment forever. Just then he locks his lips over me and sucks my clit deep into his mouth, and I can’t help it, I can’t stop myself, and I explode with a loud, wrenching moan. The orgasm fizzles through every nerve in my body, rushing through my nerves and drowning me. From far away I can hear my voice echoing off the walls, feel Andrew using his mouth to keep me going. Oh god oh god oh god.

The world comes into focus again, and Andrew is using his hands. Across my stomach and down my legs and up my sides, everywhere his palms and fingers touch there are tingles. He turns away for a moment, and I hear the crinkle of a wrapper. This is the part I should be nervous about, but he did what he promised. I’m so blissed out on my orgasm that I don’t have any room for anxiety. I close my eyes for a moment, and then I feel the mattress dip and Andrew’s lips covering mine. The kiss is deep and consuming, and I feel my body coming to life again at the promise in that kiss.

“You have no idea what seeing you come like that does.” His voice is rough in my ear. “I’m harder than I’ve ever been in my life.”

I’m still floating and it makes me brazen and a little brave. “Show me.”

He reaches down between us, and I can feel him at the entrance to my pussy. Andrew presses his forehead against mine, and I can see up close that the color of his eyes darkens at the center. I gasp as he pushes inside me, slowly. He doesn’t go any faster, and he doesn’t stop. There’s a moment where it hurts, and I flinch, but it’s not as bad as I feared. And then he’s inside me, as far as he can go, and it’s such a strange sensation to be so stretched and so filled. It’s not an unpleasant feeling. It’s good. So good.

“You okay?” he asks.

I don’t have words for this feeling, so I kiss him instead, wrapping my arms around him and taking his mouth the way he’s taken me. He moans, and his hips move, setting off shocks inside me. “Do you remember what I said I was going to do?”

He moves his hips again and my words come out in a gasp, “You said you were going to fuck me on this pretty blue bed.”

His hands find mine, twisting our fingers together and pulling them over my head. Smooth and steady, he slides his cock out and back in. Again. And again, my body getting used to his size and the sensation of him filling me up. This is a different kind of pleasure, deeper and slow building. Nerves inside me that have never been used are springing to life, sending out sparks every time he thrusts inside me. His pace is still smooth and slow, easy and pleasant. But this can’t be what he wants, and it’s not what I want either.

“Andrew,” I say, and he pauses. “You said you were going to fuck me. So fuck me.”

He doesn’t hesitate, pulling out of me and thrusting back in with far more force. I hiss with the pleasure mixed with pain, moaning, “More. Please. Harder.”

He gives me what I want.

Everything inside me lights up, and each time he pushes into me it feels like my body is singing. It’s like an entirely new song I’d never heard, but now that I know it I can’t imagine why I didn’t listen earlier. Suddenly, something in my body clicks, and everything feels better than good. It feels amazing. I wrap my legs around Andrew’s waist, pull him in closer to me, every move of his cock filling me to the brim and sending off jolts of pleasure. He pumps into me harder and faster, and I can tell that he’s going to come soon. I’m in a haze of bliss, allowing myself to hover on the edge of something. I would be content to stay here like this for hours.

His strokes are coming short and fast, and he moves one of his hands between us to play with my clit. His fingers slide across me, and lightning shoots through me in time with the rhythm. I take a breath, force myself to relax my pussy for just one moment, and then suddenly everything shatters. My body is shaking, the shockwaves of pleasure radiating through me. I squeeze Andrew’s cock inside my walls and I feel him push into me deeper than before, again and again, groaning with the force of his own orgasm. He doesn’t stop, fucking me breathless as another orgasm takes the place of the first one. I can’t see, can’t hear, can’t breathe. Just feel.

I hear his breathing first, and I open my eyes to meet his. He’s still inside me, and I squeeze him again. The sound he makes is close to a growl as he kisses me. “If you keep doing that I’m going to have to keep fucking you.”

“Is that a promise?” I manage to ask in between him plundering my mouth.

“Yes.”

I squeeze his cock one more time with my pussy, loving the sound that he makes when I do.

“You can’t imagine the things that I want to do to you, Naomi.”

“Do tell.”

He opens his mouth, and through the open door, I hear another door slam. “Naomi?” my uncle calls, his voice echoing throughout the guest house.

Fuck.

“
O
h my god
.” I say, shoving Andrew off me and scrambling to my feet. If the sex I just had was a dream, this is a fucking nightmare. Uncle Roger is going to kill me. Then he’s going to kill Andrew. Then he’s going to resurrect me and kill me again for being unprofessional and fucking the man he hates.

From the bed I hear soft laughter—Andrew is laughing, covering his face with a pillow to keep the sound low. His beautiful body is shaking with it. “Stop,” I hiss. “You have to get out of here, you know he’ll kill both of us.”

That devilish smile is back. “Where do you want me to go? The house is an open plan. The minute I walk out the door he’s going to see me.”

I find my skirt at the end of the bed and pull it on, quickly grabbing a shirt from the top of my suitcase. I don’t see my bra.

“Naomi?” my uncle calls again, up the stairs.

“Up here,” I say. “Please, do something,” I beg Andrew. “I really need him not to fire me.”

My underwear is nowhere to be found, and I can hear my uncle coming upstairs. I grab my laptop from my bag and open it on the desk, decided that I’ll risk the lack of underwear and hope that he keeps to his usual self and not really looking at me with any scrutiny.

Andrew is still laughing, but I hear him get off the bed, and he moves around the corner from the door. Thank goodness for the weird shape of this room. I can still see him—completely naked and cock erect again—but as long as my uncle doesn’t come into the room it might be all right. If Andrew can keep it together and not make any sound.

Just then my uncle comes around the corner and stops in the doorway. “Ah. There you are. I’m glad you found the place all right.”

“It’s so large it would be hard to miss.” I take a breath, trying to ignore the fact that I’m sweaty and my hair is a mess and I no doubt look like I just got fucked senseless.

“I haven’t been inside the main house yet, but I’m sure Mr. Sterling would be willing to give us a tour at some point.”

In my peripheral vision I see movement. Andrew has found my underwear where he tossed them earlier. He holds them up for me to see and grins. “I’d like that,” I say to my uncle.

“Did you have a chance to catalog everything yet?”

My heart freezes in my chest as I see Andrew raise my panties to his mouth and lick them. It’s long and slow as he stares at me, reminding me of where his mouth has so recently been. I feel a blush rising to my face, and I manage to take a breath.

“Naomi?” my uncle prods. “Did you?”

“Uh…no. I got everything into the dining room, but I haven’t been here that long and it was really hot, so I decided to rest first. I’ll make sure everything is catalogued tonight.” Rest. Right. That’s exactly what I was doing.

Andrew has my panties in both hands now, and he’s…I blush and snap my eyes back to my uncle. “Good,” he says. “I didn’t think I would need you to head back to the city so soon, but opposing counsel is messengering over discovery tomorrow morning to the office, and I’ll need it right away. So first thing in the morning, head to the office and pick it up. Then come back here. I have a meeting with the client and it will be good for you to sit in on it.”

I nod. “Okay. Great.”

I glance at Andrew again. My panties are wrapped around his cock, and he’s stroking himself with them. His eyes never move from me, and his hand moves faster. Oh god, he’s going to make himself come with my uncle standing right there, just a few feet away.

My uncle checks his watch impatiently. “Have you seen Finch? I saw his jacket in the dining room, but no other sign of him.”

I swallow, unable to focus on anything but Andrew’s hand on his cock. “I saw him earlier when I got here, but not since. He’s probably in his room, or maybe he went back out for something,” I lie.

Andrew’s eyes are closed now, his muscles taut and straining. His hand moving so quickly that I know he must be close. I feel myself get wet, and tighten my legs together. But nothing can stop all the blood in my body from rushing to my face.

“Hmm.” My uncle narrows his eyes. “Are you all right, Naomi? You seem flushed. You’re not getting sick, are you?” He takes a step back, as if I might be contagious.

I laugh, a strangled sound. “It’s just the heat. I’m fine. Better than fine. Perfect.”

At that moment I see Andrew’s whole body jerk, and I see him come. Semen spills out over his fingers and onto my underwear. He continues to stroke his cock and he comes longer than I thought possible. The way his eyes are closed in ecstasy, the way his mouth has fallen open, is so sexy I’m practically coming myself, and I think my heart may have actually stopped. My uncle is definitely going to know something’s wrong now. I’m soaking wet and my mouth is dry and I don’t understand why that was so hot.

“Well, make sure you drink plenty of water,” my uncle says, backing further into the hallway. “And let me know when everything is catalogued.” He turns to leave, and I let out a sigh. “Oh, and Naomi,” he says, “watch out for Finch. The more I dig, the more I think he’ll do anything to get control of the firm.”

“I will, don’t worry. Careful is my middle name,” I say weakly.

He leaves without saying anything else, and I slump in my chair. I’m overheated and horny and exhausted. And angry. I hear a door shut somewhere in the house and I know my uncle has gone into his own room.

I turn to Andrew, who’s finally pulling on his pants. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“That you look hot when you’re flustered, and that we were interrupted. I didn’t want to let Roger ruin the fun.”

“Do you have any idea what would have happened had he walked in here?”

He takes a step toward me, and I feel my body react instinctively, wanting to be closer to him. “Does it matter?”

“Of course it matters. You may not have a lot to lose, but I do. Is what he said true? Are you just using me to take down my uncle and take over Grayson & Wates?”

Andrew frowns at me. “How did your uncle suddenly end up at the center of this? What he thinks and how he feels aren’t relevant to what just happened between us.”

“That’s a lawyer’s answer,” I say. “Because it doesn’t actually answer the question.”

His eyes narrow. “Naomi, did you like the sex?”

“Of course.”

He reaches out to grab my wrist and pulls, causing me to stumble up against him. It’s very hard to ignore the fact that he’s still half-naked, and that his lips are inches from mine. “Then why does anything else matter?”

My body protesting, I pull away. “Because it does.” He’s not smiling now, instead his face is stoic. I want to think he’s feeling hurt, but that’s not what I see. “You said you’d always tell me the truth. So tell me.”

“I am telling you the truth. I really don’t see how your uncle or his approval has anything to do with us having sex.”

Another non-answer. Maybe it really is true, and this is all a means to an end. “I need to take a shower. I have to catalog all those boxes downstairs and make sure everything we need made it here.”

He moves to kiss me and I turn my head. No. Not like this.

With a sigh, Andrew picks up his shirt and slips out the door. I hear his door close, and I let myself relax.

That’s when it hits me. I’m not a virgin anymore. I smile, and allow myself to bask in the memory of that for a moment. But no, if Andrew is using me as a tool to take over the company, nothing more is going to happen. No matter how hot he is, no matter how good the sex, I won’t let my uncle’s company be taken over because of me. Even if my uncle is harsh, and an ass most of the time, he’s still the only family I have left.

I close the door to the room and start getting ready for a shower. I wasn’t lying, I do need one. A cold one.

As I’m heading to the bathroom, I see my underwear on the floor where Andrew was standing. They’re crumpled into a ball, and I can still see his come on them. I’ll just throw them away. It’s probably easier. As I pick them up, I think about how he took them and licked them like I was the best taste in the world. My pussy clenches in response. If he thinks I taste that good, I wonder what he tastes like…

It would be so easy to find out.

Before I can think about it more I lift them to my mouth and lick, drawing his come into my mouth. It’s still warm. A little salty, a little sweet, and not at all unpleasant. I swallow, and feel like I’ve just done something dirty…and hot. I take another taste, because if I have to give Andrew up, this might be my only chance. I stroke my tongue along my panties a third time before I throw them away.

I rush into the bathroom, so turned on that I’m desperate for the cold water of the shower. But I know deep down that it’s not going to be enough. I get into the shower and before I can even feel the temperature I’m bringing myself to orgasm, moaning softly as I do. But now that I’ve had the real thing, this feeling will never be the same.