#Babymachine (Baby Crazy 1)

Suddenly, he wanted to tell me about the birds and the bees and that it was okay to have certain urges. But by then it was too late. I was already me, shy and curvy, almost afraid to talk to boys.

But George is living the happy life now. Last time I talked to my dad on the phone, he and Lynne were having hot tantric sex in India someplace. He offered to pay my plane fare to come for a visit, but that idea was just too bizarre. Really? I mean, I want to be respectful, I really do. I want to honor my dad’s beliefs, and it’s not like he’s committing crimes or anything.

But seriously, getting naked with some wizened old guru watching? Evaluating your body parts while trying to bring out the chakra within? It was just too bizarre. So I declined, respectfully of course.

But now I’m the only eighteen year-old virgin on Earth, and real shy to boot, clutching romance novels to my breast.

It’s sad, if you think about it.

Really depressing, the chubby girl living in her own, made-up dream world.

I wasn’t even like some of the slutty girls in my high school, taking it up the butt and giving blow jobs just to keep their hymen. I kind of envied them in a way, but not enough to offer my ass or mouth to some guy just because he took me to prom. No way.

And guys at school were interested in me, to some extent. Gross guys, the kind who are unshaven and unwashed, wearing dirty plaid shirts. And when they figured out I was a virgin, they offered me the same deal. Keep my hymen and let them own my ass or come in my mouth. But that was so wrong to me. You either are or aren’t a virgin.

I never liked cheating.

So yeah, I’m untouched. Unspoiled. Un-just about everything, if you think about it.

It’s a bad way to be.

All the other girls at school are with their boyfriends, or at least hooking up on weekends. Meanwhile, I’m all alone, at home studying or working my job.

Except now things are gonna change.

Just remembering the things Mr. Carlton did to me made me go warm inside.

Open wide sweetheart.

Fuck, you’re sexy.

I have to taste.

With one kiss between my legs, Mr. Carlton blew my world away. He was nothing like those pimply adolescent boys in high school who thought they were so great. He’s so much better than them. A magnetic and compelling alpha male with bright blue eyes that could make me do anything.

I wanted to do anything for him.

Anything and more. More of his mouth between my legs. More of his amazing blue eyes on me. More of everything he wanted to give.

And tomorrow at five o’ clock, I’m gonna get it.

Shivering with anticipation, I pressed my thighs together and caressed the smooth paper of the check. Maybe tomorrow I would finally get to touch him. Maybe tomorrow he would do more than just taste my virginity.

My pussy leaked then.

Whatever he had in mind for us tomorrow … the answer was yes.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Mason

The best view in Manhattan, and I couldn’t even see it. All I could see was sweet little Beth. And yeah, she was sweet and even more innocent than the pretty piece of tissue between her legs. I shouldn’t be treating her like this. She deserves better.

Shit, you’re such an asshole, the voice at the back of my mind spoke. Damn this conscience. Against all odds, it woke up this morning and has been kicking my ass ever since. You’re using this girl like she’s a piece of meat, it said to me again. Is that what you do? But I’ve had a lot of practice ignoring it over the years.

Besides, this thing with Beth was just too much fun to give up yet. She was a bona fide virgin. I’d tasted and touched it. Hell, I’d wanted to pull my dick out and stroke one out all over her hymen, splashing her thick and juicy thighs and pussy with my hot spunk.

I’d imagined her a hundred different ways after she left my office.

Bent over my desk, as I ate her from the back.

The two of us on the floor with Beth riding my face and my fingers up her ass.

A hot sixty-nine on the conference room desk with cameras recording every delicious taste of the female.

But each scenario had her walking out of my office with her hymen intact because I needed proof for my book.

Yeah, the fucking fuck book.

I was gonna win this game.

Because none of the other guys had a chance of finding a virgin like Beth. None of the other guys had a chance at finding any type of virgin at all. There was no other girl out there like my delicious librarian. Sweet. Sexy. Uninhibited with just the right touch of innocence.