Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“Morning,” I growl.
She makes a small sound, somewhere between a yawn and a murmur, and drags herself to the island. The sleep shirt is big on her, hits mid-thigh, but as she walks it clings just a bit—showing the pure, ridiculous curve of her hips, the long stretch of her legs, and, when she moves just right, the subtle jiggle of her bare tits underneath.
I’m instantly half-hard.
She seats herself delicately onto a barstool, tucks one knee up, and hugs her calf close. The motion is so automatic, so childlike, it makes the air around us vibrate with something dangerous.
I let the bacon burn and take in the whole scene: the beautiful girl at the kitchen island, hair wild like a golden halo, the hush of morning, the memory of her pussy in my mouth. Holy fuck, I’m a lucky man.
The coffee is ready, so I pour a mug, black, and slide it across to her. She catches it with both hands, wrapping her fingers around the ceramic like it’s the only source of heat in the universe.
“You want eggs?” I ask.
She shakes her head, hiding behind the coffee. “No, just bacon’s fine,” she says, voice small. “Thanks.”
I turn off the burner and plate the bacon, then lean back against the counter and cross my arms. I look at her over the rim of my own mug, letting the silence settle.
“Did you sleep?” I ask.
She glances up, and there’s a flicker of something—defiance, or maybe just a dare—before she shrugs. “A little. You?”
I smile, just a little. “Not really.”
A beat passes. The air between us is thick, shot through with memory and the kind of craving that makes your skin electric.
She can’t hold it in. “About last night—”
I cut her off. “I want to talk about that.”
Her eyes go wide, lips parted just enough to show the white edge of her teeth.
“Last night was incredible,” I say in a deep voice. “You were incredible, Mary Kate. I’ve never had a better nurse.”
The gorgeous brat smiles shyly.
“Oh good,” she breathes. “I hope my ministrations are helping with your testicular stones. They haven’t been bothering you, have they?”
This would be a good time to clear up the mess of lies I’ve created, but there are more important topics at hand.
“No, not at all. The stones are fine for now,” I say in a smooth voice. “But it’s something else. The sauna,” I rasp. “That position—when I had you upside-down on my shoulders—it got my tongue deeper in your pussy than I expected.” I watch her, let her squirm. “I tasted something. Something new.”
The mug pauses at her lips. “What do you mean?” she whispers.
I hold her gaze, let her stew in it, then say it: “Your innocence.”
She doesn’t understand at first, but then realization dawns and she flushes pink. The color rises from her throat, up to her cheeks, and for a second Mary Kate hides behind the coffee again. When she speaks, her voice is even smaller: “Yes, but how can you taste that?”
I set my mug down with a quiet click.
“Sweetheart, I want to be straight with you,” I say. “I’ve eaten a lot of pussy. I’m forty-five and I’ve been with a lot of women in my life, so I have a lot of experience. Not only that, but I’m a doctor. I know what a hymen feels like, even with my tongue. You’re still a virgin, and I licked your hymen last night. You’re a virgin.”
It’s not exactly a question, but the statement hangs in the air between us. The air itself seems to shudder.
Mary Kate looks down, takes a slow breath, and nods, flushing. “Yes. I mean, I’ve done things. With guys. But I was always too nervous, or…” She trails off, her fingers tightening around the mug. “No one’s ever been inside like that. Not all the way.”
The next words come out soft and terrified: “Is that bad? Is it weird? Are you angry, Kent? I know a lot of guys don’t want to be with a virgin, and I swear I didn’t plan it this way. It just happened. Or didn’t happen, I guess is more accurate.”
I look at the gorgeous girl, unbearably attracted to her, and tell myself to go slow. I move around the island, carefully, like I’m trying to avoid startling a wild animal. She doesn’t flinch when I step into her space, just looks up at me with those blue eyes, wide as the sky.
“I’m not angry at all,” I say, quiet and direct. “If anything, I’m pleased. It turns me on to know that you’ve never been with a man before.”
Mary Kate flushes and looks hopeful, blue eyes shining.
“Really?” she murmurs.
I nod.
“Yes. Good girls save their innocence for their daddies,” I rasp. I let that hang, see what the words do to her. “Now I have proof you’re a good girl who’s ready for Daddy to claim you.”