“Jesus,” I sigh, squeezing the bridge of my nose. This bitch.
“Right. Baby steps. Tell me you actually went through with it.”
“I am officially de-virginized,” I announce triumphantly. She squeals in my ear and I cringe away from my phone.
“Was it big? Is he circumcised? Did it curve to the left?” Nosiest chick on the planet, this one.
I feel my face heat as I think back to last night.
“He’s… huge. I mean, obviously I don’t have a ton to compare it to, but I feel like a coke can would’ve been an easier fit.” Jade erupts in a fit of giggles and it’s contagious. I’m trying not to laugh but I give up and fall backwards on my bed, grabbing the pillow he slept with, trying to catch a hint of his scent like a creep.
“God, Jade, it was perfect. How many people can say that about their first time? I actually came. Twice. I thought that was pretty much impossible. Especially as he’s so big and thick. But Graham…he’s just such a man, you know? Not these stupid fuckboys at school. He knew my body better than I did.”
I squeeze my legs together, feeling the emptiness he left behind.
“I want him to come home and do it all over again.”
“You little slut!” I hear Jade say at the same time someone from my doorway says, “That can be arranged.”
Oh God. He heard me.
I slap a hand over my mouth and blink away my embarrassment, scooting to the edge of the bed to sit straight like I’m some kid being punished. And boy, a part of me wants him to punish me in more ways than one. I glare at him through heavy-lidded eyes, at his posture, so strong, tall and intimidating, and at his brooding expression. He’s wearing one of his expensive, sharp Prada suits, one hand tucked into his pocket, and looks like a million dollars. No, wait. Make it three million.
“Is that him? Did you just get busted?” Jade chirps from the receiver, and I momentarily snap out of my lust-fest and clear my throat. “Oh my god, you’re so grounded. I mean pounded.” she lets out an unattractive snort.
I’m still frozen in embarrassment. He swaggers over to me, one hand still tucked in his pocket, and plucks the phone out of my hand.
“She’ll call you back,” he says with a straight face before hanging up and tossing the phone on the far end of my bed. There’s a beat in which he looks over at me, standing up, and I see how small I am and how big he is. I don’t just mean it physically, but also metaphorically. He is my everything, and I’m completely blindsided by his new role.
So powerful. So gorgeous. So mine.
“Where’ve you been?” I ask, biting my lower lip shyly.
“I went to check on our friend, Shawn.” He reaches for my chin, tilting it up so our eyes lock. My heart races against my ribcage and I feel the same familiar feeling I always have when he’s around. My stomach does somersaults and I feel light-headed.
“Oh, and where would that be?”
“The hospital,” he says simply, his eyes darkening and turning into narrow slits. “I will make sure he’ll never try and do that to another woman, Dolly.”
“Fuck me.” My voice shakes on a beg and he presses his knee between my legs, parting them. I oblige.
Graham looks down at my bare inner thighs, licks his lips and shakes his head, as if resisting me. Then he sits down, pulls me on top of him so I’m straddling his thigh and presses his huge palm to the small of my back. Without even meaning to, I grind against him. His other hand is firm on my hips, stopping my movements.
“Dolly wants her daddy?” His fingers dig into my skin. A moan slips out, and I try to rock my hips again.
“Answer me,” he demands, squeezing my waist so that I don’t move.
“Yes,” I answer breathlessly. He moves to stand, and yanks me up by the arm, setting me on my feet.
“Then you’ll have to wait because today, we have plans. Ones that don’t involve sitting in this house.”
Graham is taking me out? Anyone could see! I fidget with the hem of my nightgown and look down. He sees the panic on my face, I’m sure, because he goes on to explain.
“You know what this is?” he asks. I shake my head and look up, arching one eyebrow.
“A gossip suicide bomb waiting to explode in downtown Princeton?”
Graham almost laughs, I see it in the glitter dancing in his eyes, but his lips remain flat and serious.