Russian Billionaire's Virgin Assistant

“There is no idiot,” I answered with a roll of my eyes. Maxim was so competitive with everything else in his existence that of course he would want to exceed expectations in bed, too. “I’ve never done this before in general.”

“Never?” The corners of his mouth curled upward in an oddly possessive smirk. “That was your first time ever with food?”

“Yes,” I confirmed. “In fact, I’ve had lots of firsts with you. First time with sex and food. First time having sex in an office. First time having sex in a car …”

I trailed off, becoming increasingly uncomfortable at the intensity of Maxim’s stare.

“What other ‘firsts’ have I given you?” he asked, his words strangely dark. “Let me guess. First time fucking your boss? First time fucking a Russian? First time fucking a billionaire?”

“I think you know the answer to all three of those,” I said, defensive. “Seriously, Max. There’s no point to any of this. You’re the first. Okay? My first everything.”

“What?”

I laughed at the ridiculousness of it all. “Did you not hear me, or do you not believe me? You. Are. My. First.”

He squinted at me like he was trying to figure out whether I was lying. “Ruth Miracle. Are you trying to tell me that you were a virgin when you met me?”

“That’s exactly what I’m telling you.” I swallowed hard, dimly aware that my cheeks were on fire. There was nothing to be ashamed of. So what if I was a late bloomer?

Maxim’s dark brows drew together, and I realized that he was angrier than I had ever seen

him. Uh-oh. “For God’s sake. Ruth, what the fuck?”

Thirteen

Maxim

I was so fucking pissed it almost robbed me of my boner — almost.

“What are you so angry about?” she asked, trying to draw in on herself and away from me. I captured her before she could go anywhere. I wasn’t going to have any misunderstandings about this. I wanted the goddamn truth — and I wanted it now.

“You were a virgin?” I demanded.

“I already told you yes.”

“Then the first time you ever had sex …”

“Was in the back of your car, wearing that ridiculously expensive dress, just after the business meeting.” Her brown eyes blinked rapidly, and I finally realized that she was holding back tears. “Is that so terrible? That I hadn’t had sex before I met you?”

“Fuck,” I growled, narrowly resisting the urge to pound my fist into the soft mattress beneath us. There were so many things I would’ve done differently if I had known she was untouched that first time. Maybe not fucking her into oblivion in the backseat of my goddamn car. She had taken it so well — turned me inside out with desire — that I hadn’t had any reason to suspect that she had never done anything remotely like that before.

“Max?”

I tried my best to swallow down my rage — especially since it was just rage at my own ignorance.

“You’ve done nothing wrong,” I promised her, but the words sounded tight even to my own ears. “I’m the one who has.”

“No,” she said softly. “No. No one’s done anything wrong. Max, I don’t … I don’t regret anything.”

There were so many things I wanted to say, but I doubted any of the words would do shit to fix this situation. All I could do was try to make things right.

“If I had known that you were a virgin when you started this internship, that night in the car would never have happened,” I told her, stroking her golden curls away from her face. “Because I would have wanted to fuck you like this.”

We were so close that I could hear her swallow hard. “Like what?”

“Like what we’re about to do,” I said, moving over her body again and covering it with mine. I felt an oddly protective twinge throughout my muscles, like I would do anything to keep the world from fucking with Ruth Miracle. I didn’t want to take the time to analyze it, so I kissed her as softly as I could. “Like this. Gently. Softly.”

Ruth was shaking. She’d already come once, but I was betting I could get her to scream all night long. “I didn’t think ‘gentle’ was in your repertoire.”