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  I walk to the edge of the glass enclosure and look across the rooftop at the city skyline, the whole world laid out before us, snow whirling and dancing and kissing the air.

  Jamie walks up slowly behind me, a presence I sense rather than hear or see or smell.

  It’s like my soul and my womb are sending illicit, excited messages to each other, singing out in celebration as though it’s a done deal, as though there isn’t a massive Yasmin-shaped obstacle standing in our way.

  Jamie wraps his arms around me, reaching over to grab my shoulders with opposite hands so that his forearms are laid almost tenderly across my breasts.

  But beneath this surface softness, I can sense the rumbling animal intensity of him, and there’s no mistaking the solid length of his manhood pressing into my back, so hard and huge I almost gasp when I think about doing anything with it.

  Doesn’t he have any idea how inexperienced I am?

  Doesn’t he have any idea how impossible this is?

  “Turn around, Jade,” he growls.

  I turn slowly, still held tight in his arms, and then let out a shivering moan when he claims my lips again.

  He pushes hard so that there’s as little space between us as possible, as though he wants to melt into me and have me melt into him. I guide my tongue to his, the tips dancing, happy to graze along each other and bask in this newfound pleasure.

  The heat of the kiss spreads through my whole body, sizzling hands grazing down my neck and over my breasts, my nipples hardening and tingling, and then down my belly and all the way to my sex.

  I shift against him, my body taking over, grinding so that my thighs rub against his legs. The thin fabric of the sweatpants is already wet, my panties clinging to my inflamed lips.

  “Fucking hell,” he snarls. “I need to take you somewhere private. Now.”

  I stare up into his eyes, my lips sore—both set of lips, aching, hot.

  I open my mouth to tell him, no, but all that comes out is a wavering moan.

  “We can’t have sex,” I murmur. “Not …”

  Not yet, I was going to say, but then that would be a full-fledged admission that we’re going down that road, and I don’t know if I can do that.

  It’s not even just the issue of betraying Yasmin, which in itself is a huge monolith in our way.

  It’s the issue that, heck, he’s him and I’m me.

  “Are you in charge now, Jade?” he growls, holding his face close to mine, staring at me in that just-Jamie way he has, as though I’m the only woman alive.

  “Maybe I am,” I try to sass, but my voice comes out all shaky.

  “And why can’t we have sex? Why can’t I peel off those sweatpants to reveal that big juicy ass of yours, and spank it, and rub it, and make you so wet and horny you cream for me just from that alone? Don’t you want that?”

  My womb yells at me to put aside my insecurities, my morality, my everything and just lie back and let this hulking behemoth of a man drive that massive manhood up inside of me.

  But my heart pounds out a beat of no-no-no.

  Because I know all too well what would happen if I tried to take him if I gave into that desire.

  I’d disappoint him, guaranteed.

  “Of course I want it,” I moan, unable to lie when his hands are gliding down my sides toward my hips.

  Amazingly, he doesn’t seem like he wants to flinch away or stop touching me. The mood that hovers every part of him, every gesture and every flare in his eyes, is obsession, as though he’s crushed on me as long as I’ve crushed on him.

  Impossible, of course, because I started crushing on him when I was just a kid.

  It’s more like he’s been waiting his whole life for somebody like me, and now that I’ve come along he can’t believe how lucky he is.

  Shut up, I scream at these overactive thoughts. You’re getting ahead of yourself. He probably just thinks you’re a young woman who knows her way around the bedroom. When he finds out the truth, he’ll tell you to get the heck away from him.

  “Jade?” Jamie says, leaning back slightly, eyes narrowed perceptively. “What is it? You can tell me. Is it …”

  “Yasmin?” I finish for him.

  He nods shortly, jaw going even tighter than usual.

  “Partly,” I whisper. “But it’s not just that, not just her. It’s—Oh, God, Jamie. I don’t even know how to say it. It’s so embarrassing. I’m going to be twenty years old in a couple of months.”

  “You can tell me,” he says, voice rumbling like a volcano getting ready to erupt.

  But is he going to erupt in rage, lust, disappointment?

  I extricate myself from his embrace again and walk closer to glass, glad that it’s so clear it’s like it’s not even there.

  It doesn’t reflect my image back at me.

  It doesn’t show me my uncertainty and the pain twisting in my gut.

  “I’m a virgin, Jamie,” I whisper.

  He says nothing.

  Because there’s nothing to say.

  We both know this changes everything.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Jamie

  I stare at her as she looks out at the city, her back heaving as her breath comes quickly.

  For long moments I can only let my eyes flit up and down that curvy body of hers, which is all the sexier now that I’ve touched it and found that she’s as hot and full as she looks.

  Her ass felt fucking heavenly, so much gorgeous fullness there to grab and palm, so much of her to indulge in.

  My cock is a stiff rod of tension in my shorts as I fixate on her sweatpants, the material creased from where I grabbed and pleased her.

  “Did you hear what I said?” she murmurs, still gazing out at the city. “I said I’m a—”

  “I heard you,” I growl, hardly able to restrain the rumble in my voice, the carnal ache of it. “Night sky—stars.”

  “Night … what the heck?”

  The glass walls of the enclosure dim to complete blackness and then a few glittering starry lights appear, shining down on us, and then more, and more and more until the whole black landscape of the glass has transformed into an all-encompassing night sky.

  “Door—lock,” I growl.

  From the edge of the sky, the glass door gives a click that tells me it’s locked.

  Jade turns to me, biting her lip like she doesn’t know how crazy it drives me.

  “How is this even possible?” she says.

  “Like I said—”

  “Perks of the job,” she finishes with a cute-as-hell head tilt.

  “Exactly,” I snarl. “Because I don’t want anybody interrupting us right now.”

  I stalk over to her and grab her by the hips, pulling her possessively toward me so that she’s pushed right up against me again. My cock gives a savage thrum and deep within something ancient roars at me to impregnate this goddess before it’s too late, to take her now, to claim that needy womb like only I can.

  “Do you think being a virgin makes me want you less? You naïve girl. It makes me want you more. I’ll be the first man to fuck that wet cunt like you deserve.”

  “Jamie, I don’t think I can,” she whimpers. “Not yet. I thought this would put you off.”

  “Is that what you want?” I say, leaning so close that I can smell her womb-laden scents on her, the glory of her just-Jade smell. “To put me off?”

  “It’s what I should want,” she whimpers. “It’s what we should both want, isn’t it?”

  I can’t disagree with her, but there’s also no way I can take my hands away from this perfect body, curves sent straight from heaven to drive me crazy. I try to imagine letting her go now, moving on with her life, and finding another man, and I can’t.

  Every scenario where she eventually finds somebody else ends up with me in prison for taking that motherfucker apart.

  Because he touched what’s mine.

  She belongs to me.

  “It’s complicated,” I say. “I won
’t deny that. But I also won’t deny that right now there are more important things to worry about.”

  “Jamie …”

  “Not sex,” I snarl. “I’ll only take that wet virgin hole when you’re ready, Jade, but there’s no way I’m letting you leave here without giving me a taste.”

  “A t-taste?” she whispers.

  “A taste,” I snarl. “You heard. Follow me.”

  I take her hand and lead her to the edge of the night sky, the stars beaming down on us, and then I grab the recliner cushioned chair that I had moved for our workout session and drag it away from the wall.

  “Lie down,” I tell her.

  She bites her lip and leans away from me, her green eyes sparkling with uncertainty.

  “Lie. Down,” I growl. “I won’t ask you again. You belong to me and I’m going to taste that wet pussy. Understand?”

  “Yes,” she whispers, shifting her thighs as though she can barely stand the tension there. “Okay. I’m sorry, Jamie.”

  I smirk. “Don’t be sorry. Just do what you’re told.”

  She lies on the recliner and sits back, and for a second I just stare at her, her hoodie hugging those large breasts and her face blazing red and virginal.

  Everything about her is so sinfully innocent, ready for a beast like me to take her and use her any way I want.

  My cock is burning and aching and I can’t stop.

  Even if a meteor hit the city and the whole world started to burn, I wouldn’t be able to stop.

  I’m salivating just thinking about the wetness of that slit, the tanginess of the cream I’m going to make her squirt all over my mouth. It’ll be a fitting message to my seed that one day – and one day soon – we’re going to fill her up until she’s bursting and has no choice but to get pregnant.

  I kneel down and grab her sweatpants at the waist, keeping my eyes laser-focused on her every moment so that I can watch the way she shivers under my touch.

  It’s like she’s always on the verge of exploding, and her whimpering noises go straight to my manhood, making it even more precome-slick and rock hard.

  “Nobody’s going to interrupt us here?” she murmurs.

  “Jade, I’d die – I’d kill – before I let another man lay his eyes on you when you’re being so fucking sexy and horny. This is just for me. Say it, Jade. Fucking say it.”

  “Just for you,” she gasps. “Oh, God, Jamie, it’s all for you.”

  “Good girl,” I snarl.

  And then I’m not capable of speech anymore as I peel down her sweatpants, revealing inch after inch of her curvy-as-fuck thighs. I was right before when I thought about her creamy skin being dappled with nervous spots of redness, the heat of her womb turning her skin crimson as a signal to me that she’s ready to give me a taste of her juices.

  I pull her sweatpants over her sneakers and then toss them to the floor, turning my attention to her panties. They’re the same green as her eyes with frilly fabric along the edges, but what draws my eye like a compulsion is the spots of wetness around her hole.

  “Open your legs,” I snarl.

  “Like this?” she moans, gripping the armrests as though she’s afraid she’s going to take off if she doesn’t.

  I stare at her panties, at the way her pussy peaks around the edge of the fabric. Her lips are large and glorious and downright beautiful, and as I stare more spots of wetness appear on the emerald colored fabric.

  I reach forward and press my middle finger against the wetness, pushing so that I can feel the heat and the moisture of her eager slit through the fabric.

  “Oh my God,” she whispers, gazing at me with those wide virgin eyes of hers.

  “You’ve never been touched like this before,” I snarl, reading her.

  “N-no,” she says, shivering for me like a good sex goddess.

  I grab her panties and yank on them hard in one violent movement, so fast that the fabric tears.

  She yelps and I toss the ruined panties to the floor, turning my full attention to her pussy.

  “Jade,” I growl, staring at her gorgeous hole and lips, the hot pinkness around her hole telling me how ready she is to be pleased.

  Her lips are even more glorious without her panties in the way.

  Her clit looks red and enflamed and ready to be touched.

  “What? Is something wrong?”

  I pull my gaze from her captivating pussy to look at her face. A few spirals of her dark hair have come loose, making me want to tuck them back into place, to smooth my hand behind her ear in one of those intimate gestures I’ve never performed, not once in my entire life.

  “You’re beautiful, Jade,” I tell her passionately. “Now stop distracting me. If I don’t taste that sweet cunt soon, I’m going to fucking roar until this whole building comes tumbling down.”

  I pounce on her pussy, gripping her thighs hard so she makes another manhood-pulsing whimpering noise.

  I bring my face to her pussy and take a moment just to inhale the tangy sweet scent of her, wafting all around me with a compulsive shimmer that I can’t fight for long.

  I bring my tongue to her hole and move it in small circles, getting as much of her juicy wetness as possible. She makes a gasping noise and grips the armrest rails even harder, her thighs shivering as she closes them around me briefly.

  I push them aside again to get better access to her hot hole.

  Her scent infuses me, sending clear signals to my seed that she’s ready, that her body wants me to drive my cock into her right now and give her everything I have.

  But her soul, her heart, they still need time.

  For now, I’m more than happy to focus on the taste of her, so sweet on my tongue as I lick her harder and faster.

  She wriggles against me and I drive my face harder against her sex, savoring every twitching motion she makes, every gasping noise.

  I drag my tongue up one lip and then down the other, always coming back to her hole because it tastes just so damn good. I can already feel her body going tense, her thighs tightening in my hand as the orgiastic chorus rises within her and gets loud enough to make it so she doesn’t have to be nervous about her moans.

  They fly now, filling the night sky enclosure when I attack her needy clit with my tongue, flickering it as fast as I can, faster each moment so that I can hear more of those singsong moans.

  Her pussy gets somehow wetter, her tasty tanginess almost filling my mouth, there’s so much of it.

  Her body is so eager.

  I grip her full thighs and drag her closer to my mouth, wishing I could sink into her pussy, fucking live in it.

  Then I open my mouth and truly eat her now, my upper lip on her clit and my lower on her hole, my tongue flicking here and there and fucking everywhere so I can taste as much of her as possible.

  She screams when I drive my tongue inside her hole.

  Everything pauses and her body goes hyper-tense, and I just know she’s seconds away from the best eruption of her life.

  I fuck her wet hole with my tongue, in and out just like I will with my cock, training her virgin cunt to get used to the motions so that she’s ready when I drive my seed filled rod inside of her and bury it to the fucking hilt.

  “I’m—Oh—”

  She starts to vibrate against me in the sexiest way I could ever imagine—no, scratch that. This is sexier than I could ever imagine, her whole body thrumming and vibrating and shivering like she’s about to give me every sweet drop she has to offer.

  I tongue fuck her hole and pull her toward me at the same time, getting as deep as I can, coating as much of my tongue as possible in the sweet nectar of her release.

  At the very end of her shivering orgasm, she grabs onto the back of my head, her fingers sliding through my hair.

  A scream rises into the make-believe night sky of the enclosure, warbling like she’s on the verge of choking.

  Finally, she lies back, panting, but I hold my mouth right up against her hot cunt for long se
conds afterward, tasting the squirting cream that still pulses out of her.

  I swallow every drop, another signal to my seed that very soon we’re going to impregnate this curvy virgin queen.

  Then I slowly lean back to get a better look at her, flung back on the recliner chair with those big beautiful breasts rising and falling with the force of her lust.

  “Jade, I need to tell you something,” I snarl.

  “What?” she whispers.

  “It’s going to sound fucking insane,” I say. “But I can’t go on without telling you.”

  “Don’t keep me in suspense, Jamie,” she says.

  A voice snaps inside of me that this is a mistake, that once I tell her she’s going to run as far and as fast as possible and never look back.

  It’s one thing to indulge in the heat and the passion of our bodies.

  But this is entirely different.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Jade

  We stand at the edge of the rooftop, looking down on the city. The snow has eased off now and shafts of late-afternoon sun peek between the clouds and beam down onto the melting whiteness, making it glitter and sparkle like we’re inside a snow globe.

  I grip the handrail and shift from side to side slightly, feeling my still-wet pussy rub against my sweatpants, my panties too ruined to wear after what we just did.

  Jamie stands beside me, seeming immune to the cold even in his T-shirt and his shorts, every muscle tense and bulging.

  Everything in me shivers when I think about how beastly he turned when he was between my legs, his tongue attacking every part of my pussy frantically until all I could do was sink into the moment and let the pleasure burn.

  Now Jamie stares out at the city, his jaw tight.

  I need to tell you something.

  But then he said he wanted to get some fresh air, and if I didn’t know better I would’ve said that he looked nervous.

  But that’s impossible, surely.

  Jamie Jensen doesn’t get nervous.