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She nods.
“Good girl.” I stare at her waist. “Has anyone ever touched your pussy over your panties?”
She shakes her head.
“No. Okay. Over your clothes?”
She shakes her head. No again.
“Would you like them to?”
She nods.
My cock stirs.
My gaze moves higher. “What about your breasts? Has anyone ever put one of your nipples in their mouth? Tongued it with their warm, wet tongue? Sucked on it? Taken it between their teeth and nipped at it?”
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she shakes her head.
I grab her other hand, slip my fingers between hers, intertwining them. “But you’d like someone to, wouldn’t you?”
She nods.
God, I’m gonna be as hard as these damn diamonds in a minute.
“Someone really should. Your breasts must be beautiful.” I glance at her lips. “Has anyone ever kissed those sexy lips of yours?”
For a moment, she looks away.
Finally, she shakes her head.
Jesus. Never been kissed. “Would you want to be kissed?” I ask, knowing that’s most likely a line I won’t let myself cross with her.
She looks down at the floor. “Not unless I’m in love.”
Her soft words snap me out of the dangerous game we’re playing.
Shit.
What am I doing? Walking a fiery line that’s going to lead me to ruining a very sweet girl. And possibly take something from her that doesn’t belong to me. I drop her hands from mine.
“Good plan.” I run a hand over the back of my neck, taking a step back from her.
This is the virgin daughter of my boss. A woman who is to be married. And she needs to arrive to her husband-to-be just as pure as she was when she left Daddy’s doorstep.
“So,” she says. Holding up her hand. “Is it the ring?”
Something flashes in her gaze. Determination? Desire? Seduction? I’ve no idea but it makes me harder and it makes me want to do wicked things to her. There’s also a prick of jealousy in my brain, wondering why a Russo should get to have one of our girls.
I slip her ring finger into my mouth. Lock my gaze on hers. Slowly I make my way down her finger till the cool metal touches my lips and I suck while she stares into my eyes. I love the look of shame and heat that fills her pretty blue irises.
I slip my mouth back up, leaving the tip of her finger with a flick of my tongue. Hold her hand like the queen she’ll become when she marries, close my eyes, and kiss the gem.
I release her hand, leaving the little virgin flower breathless. “Tastes like it’s the one. You like it?”
She stands there, dazed with desire, practically swaying on weak knees and nods.
“Well then, we’re done here. Shall we go get your mom and go to brunch?”
