Page 126 of Naughty November
Did he not have any feelings for me?
“Me,” he whispered.
I sucked in a deep breath. Had he just said…?
“Choose me.” Kieran turned me around to face him and cupped my face. “I don’t trust anyone else with you, Iggy.”
“B-b-b-b-b…” I breathed out slowly and made another attempt. “But Max Score retired.”
“I’ll come out of retirement this one time. For you.” He brushed the back of his hand lightly across my cheek. “To make your first time everything it’s supposed to be and more.”
My knees turned to overcooked spaghetti, and I clutched his arms for support. “What about our parents? If they ever catch wind of a video of the two of us having sex?—”
“What? They’re going to shun me? Again?”
“But—”
“But what, Iggy?” He stared at me intently. “This is what you want, isn’t it? To lose your virginity on tape. I can give you that. And a lot more.”
My mouth went dry. His volume seemed to drop with every single word until the last sentence was a hoarse utterance that warmed my inside.
“It won’t be weird for you?” I forced out between stiff lips.
“Why don’t we see?” Kieran tipped my chin upward and settled his lips over mine. My heart stopped, then tripled in speed. Oh. My. God. Kieran is kissing me. He moved his mouth, and I closed my eyes, blocking out my vision, but my other senses came to life in a way they’d never done. His five o’clock-shadow grazed my cheek, making my skin prickle and my nipples tingle.
“Kier—” He swallowed my moan, probing my mouth with his tongue, teasing, tasting. I wrapped my hands around his neck and threaded them through his hair as he deepened the kiss.
Oh god, kissing him was even better than I’d dreamed about. My body hummed from the way we pressed against each other. A hand settled on my lower back, urging me closer, and a thick bulge pressed into my stomach. I stood on my toes but still had to crane my neck to get everything I could out of the kiss.
Slowly Kieran released my mouth. “Does it feel weird?”
How did he expect me to talk? “N-no.”
“Then it’s settled.” He rubbed a thumb over my bottom lip.
“Now?”
He scowled. “Of course not. Remember what I was known for in the industry? You’ll need all the prep you can get in the coming week before I can fuck you.”
A tremor ran through me. “We have to wait a whole week?”
“I told you, Iggy. I’m going to ensure you enjoy every minute of it.”
SIX
KIERAN
Iggy sat on the edge of the bed, his legs clamped tightly together and his hands pressed to his lap. He hadn’t heard me enter the bedroom, which gave me the chance to observe him and all his nervous ticks. He tugged at his silk robe, fiddled with a lock of his hair, and pulled on his ear.
Earlier, I’d downed a glass of wine to ease the knots in my stomach, but his anxiety strangely calmed me. I was the expert. He was relying on me to make the experience good for him. I’d refused him anyone else but me, so I had to deliver.
I had to ruin Iggy for other men. This was my one shot not just to taste the forbidden fruit but also to convince him—and me—that we made sense.
Iggy raised his head, and our gazes clashed. He was so beautiful, with his delicate bones dipped in golden brown. His eyes skittered away from me, and his spine couldn’t be any straighter.
I have to find a way to relax him.
The cameras sat on tripods, ready to record the first of what I’d decided to turn into a miniseries titled “Training My VirginStepbrother to Take My Giant Cock.” The name was corny, but it was the sort of thing those who watched adult films would go for. Search engines would easily be able to catalog the title.