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Gunner raised his head and tilted his head to the side. “Babydoll, tell me you’ve been with other boys before.”

I shook my head and whispered, “No. I mean, I’ve had boyfriends before, but I never allowed them to fully touch me.”

“You mean?” Gunner asked, shocked.

I would have laughed at his expression if this wasn’t so serious.

So, I was a virgin.

Big deal.

Trying to salvage the moment, I added, “I wasn’t ready before, but I am now. Please don’t stop.”

“You can’t put temptation in front of me like that, Babydoll. I’m only a man.”

The fuck I couldn’t!

I knew I was inexperienced butfuck it all to hell. I was willing to learn. Staring up at him, I knew I should have never told him I was a virgin. I should have lied and told him I liked to have sex, that he could do whatever he wanted with me.

There was no way in hell I was about to let this opportunity pass me by.

I wanted Cord Montclair.

I just needed to show him how serious I was.

Chapter Seven

Gunner

Fuck me sideways and twice on Sunday!

Sarah was a virgin.

My first thought was guilt, like I’d taken advantage of her in a vulnerable state or something. But I quickly amended that. I gave her the opportunity to cover up, or at least stop me. She wanted me and she’d certainly enjoyed it. My second thought was that I was a dirty old man who corrupted her, but I amended that too, as well. I wasn’t old, and she was sure as hell over eighteen, therefore legal and capable of making her own decisions.

She’d chosen me, so why should that stop me?

My last thought was sheer arousal. She was a virgin. I would be her first. The first to show her everything. That was a lot of responsibility for one man. Then again, I could train her to be my perfect woman. A beauty on my arm and a tiger in my bed.

I could teach her everything.

And boy, would I have fun doing that.

So why in the hell was I hesitating?

She was right there, begging me to take her and instead of doing that, I was thinking about walking away.

WALK AWAY! The logical part of my brain shouted.

From Pussy? Virgin Pussy?

Fuck no! my wicked subconscious shouted back.

The naked nymph took matters into her own hands when she cupped my fucking rock-hard dick.

Not moving an inch, I stared as her little hand rubbed my cock through my jeans as she licked her lips. “Please Gunner. I know you want me to.”

Fuck yeah, I wanted her!