Contingency Plan (Blackbridge Security 3)

“Look at me.”

Slowly, her head angles in my direction, and the pink in her cheeks has to be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed.

She whimpers with need when I pull my finger out, skating it in a circle to her clit. Blinking up at me, I can feel the tremble starting in her body. She’s so fucking responsive, but this is only the beginning.

Despite half the team downstairs, I’m going to make this girl scream the walls down when she comes, first on my fingers, then on my neglected cock. Damn the consequences. This was always going to happen. Denying it, letting it fester any longer serves no purpose.

Moving my fingers back down to her slit, I press two inside of her a little further and freeze. She’s tight, so fucking tight it’s a cramped fit, but that’s not what stops me.

I stare down at this girl, the very same girl who first introduced herself with her tits on full display. The girl who uses her sexuality and perfect body as a weapon to lure guys into trouble they never see coming. The girl who just twenty-four hours ago spread her legs and made this pussy come right before my very eyes.

The girl with a fucking intact hymen at the tips of my fingers.

A virgin.

Remington “fucking with my head” Blair is a damned virgin.

“Flynn?”

She’s desperate, writhing, her hips circling in need.

My cock bangs against my zipper, pulsing against the weight of her on my lap, but answering his demands just got much more complicated.

It’s an impossibility.

Fucking virgins hasn’t been my thing since my freshman year in college, and I wouldn’t call it a thing. It’s not like I sought them out. It just tended to happen more often because of our ages.

Take out all the other problems sleeping with a girl whose parents hired BBS from the equation, and the truth still rings loudly.

Virgins are trouble.

Virgins get clingy.

Virgins deserve more than a rough fuck.

She’s a damn virgin.

Maybe saying it over and over in my head will give me the strength to stand from this bed and walk out of here.

“Please,” she whimpers, completely oblivious to the crisis I’m suffering through right now.

Giving her what she wants isn’t the problem. Being able to stop before taking it all the way is going to be the struggle.

Pulling back half an inch, I pull one finger all the way out and curl the remaining one to the front. I don’t know if she’s going to be able to get off on me stroking her G-spot alone, so I move my free hand to stroke her clit. You’d think I hit her with a live wire the way she jolts on a scream. Thank fuck this isn’t going to take long. I have to get the hell out of here before that voice in my head convinces me to strip naked and find out just how many things she hasn’t experienced so I can be her first at anything left over.

“Oh God,” she groans, but her pussy is pulsing around my finger, tiny muscles rippling down it before she gets the words out.

Her eyes are wide, beautiful, green blinking orbs as she stares up at me like she’s never seen me before in her life. She isn’t scared or timid. It’s amazement in her eyes, like she’s never been touched like this—like this is the first time a man has made her come.

I know I have to bolt when unbidden my tongue licks at my dry lips and she watches it like a cobra entranced by the movement of a flute.

Unspeaking, I pull her bikini bottom back to her center and move her off my lap, reaching for her when her legs threaten to give out from under her. I hold on to her hips to steady her, barely resisting the urge to place my head against the flat of her belly.

I want to cry sitting on this bed right now. Her body isn’t something I should’ve ever put my hands on in the first place, but as I stand and walk away, I feel like I’ve lost something I was never meant to have. Something that for those few blissful seconds before I slipped my fingers inside of her, I’d finally given myself permission to have.

“Flynn?” My name is a choked whisper, the pain clear, but I still walk away.

Music still blares from the indoor pool area, but no one is milling about. How I manage to make it down the stairs and into the staff bedroom I commandeered yesterday without running into a single soul is beyond me.

Refusing to pace like I did yesterday, I stand in the middle of the room and grip the back of my neck. I did the right thing. Well, I did half of the right thing.