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Daddy's Virgin (A CEO Boss Romance Novel)

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He nipped at my lower lip and then rolled me over onto my back, covering me with his body as he continued to languidly make out with me.

I couldn’t help giggling as we broke apart for air.

“What are you laughing about?” he asked, a grin on his face. He stroked back my hair, tucking it gently behind my ear.

“This just feels like high school all over again,” I told him. I shook my head. “I mean, I know that it shouldn’t. We’ve both grown beyond that. We’re not the same people that we were back then, and our relationship definitely isn’t the same. But at the same time, here, in this room…it just all feels so surreal.”

Trethan didn’t laugh, though. Instead, he gave me a very serious, considering look. Then, he smirked and slipped his hand up under my skirt, pushing my panties to the side and trailing the pads of his fingers along my velvety folds. “Does this feel like high school?” he asked.

“We fooled around back then,” I reminded him. “We never had sex, but we definitely fooled around.”

He raised an eyebrow at me and then slowly, deliberately, started to strip me naked, starting with my shirt and ending with my panties.

He bent down, trailing a line of kisses along my stomach and down past my navel, not stopping until he was down between my legs, lightly sucking at my mons. He lavished my folds with soft kisses that turned into dirty licks and naughty nibbles at my clit and lips. He stabbed his fingers inside of me, working them in sharp counterpoint to the soft ministrations of his mouth against my tender skin. I whimpered at the feeling.

But he wasn’t done there. When he had me good and wet, ready to go, he pulled away and smirked. “Still feel like high school?” he asked as he played his fingers inside of me, dragging those calloused pads against the walls of my pussy, forcing me to relax against the intrusion and stoking my lust ever hotter.

We kissed again. There was a tenderness there, a slight hesitance, as though we really were back in those uncertain, teenaged days. I was surprised that I felt a little shy. It wasn’t as though I’d never done this before. It wasn’t as though we had never done this before.

When Trethan finally pulled back, he sat back on his heels for a moment, staring down at me with something animalistic and dark in his gaze. It made my pulse sing with an answering desire, which I knew must be evident in my expression.

He lined his member up against my entrance and slid slowly inside of me. I cried out at the feeling, back arching against the sheets, fingers scrabbling for purchase. Trethan smirked at the noise, looking entirely too proud of himself at having drawn that noise out of me.

His thrusts were slow. Nothing like the frenzied need I’d felt from him before. It wasn’t that this felt particularly gentle, but at the same time, there was a certain tenderness there that I’d never felt from Trethan before. Especially not before I’d gone off to college. There was a certain sweetness to this, in the way that his eyes searched my face, in the way that his hands softly stroked my skin or brushed back a lock of my hair, which had fallen into my eyes.

He changed the angle of my hips slightly, allowing himself to better hit that special spot inside of me, the one that had all my nerves singing in pleasure. I gasped, back arching desperately, and began a litany of nonsense pleas and soft, needy whimpers.

“That’s it, baby,” Trethan murmured. “Come for me. Come on, come for me.”

My body responded to his request as though it were made for that, and I sobbed helplessly as my ecstasy overcame me. The world seemed to drift away, until it was just Trethan and me there, his hips pumping into mine, his gaze boring down into my soul, pulling me through my orgasm and wringing me out on the other side.

Then, he came, too, his thrusts becoming erratic, his breathing labored. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, and his fingers, where they had at some point found mine, spasmed and clenched hard in a tight hold.

I felt him throbbing inside me, and it was enough to have me crying out again, still overstimulated from before. I shivered beneath him, clinging to him and welcoming his weight as he fell against me.

After a long moment of stillness, he dropped a soft kiss to my temple and rolled away from me. I made a noise of protest and rolled with him until I was curled into his side with my head pillowed on his chest. Trethan smiled and stroked my hair.

“Still feel like high school?” he asked again.

I had to giggle at that. “Not even remotely,” I told him.

“Good,” he growled. His arms wrapped tightly around me as he kissed my hair.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Trethan

It was a pretty good crowd at the Roasted Bison that night. Not too rowdy, but still a fun group. It was nice to be there on a good night, when I hadn’t been there in a while. I glanced over at Brent. And, it was a good night for one last guys’ night. At least for now.

“Come on, don’t give me that look,” he said, making a face at me. He flagged down the bartender. “Another shot for my friend here.”

Mandy raised an eyebrow at me. “Are you sure?” she asked.

I rolled my eyes. “Mandy, do I look drunk yet?” I asked, spreading my arms to either side. “I haven’t flirted with a single lady tonight. And, there are some fine-looking ones in here, I’ll have you know.”

She snorted. “Sure, I guess that’s true,” she said, pouring another shot of whiskey. “We’ll know you’re really drunk when you walk over to that table in the corner and convince them to let you join their bachelorette party as the on-call stripper or whatever.”

I chuckled and knocked back the shot. “Sorry,” I told Brent. “It’s just hard to think of this as anything other than your send-off. And, we’ve had some good times here.”



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