Free Bedded by the Italian Playboy by Emma Shortt

met Rachel yet it seemed like it
had been days, and he could not get her out of his mind. He was becoming
infatuated with her. And more than a little infatuated with the fact that she
was a virgin.
    After
she’d confessed the situation, he’d pulled away immediately, shock and a
million other different feelings running through him. A virgin? A fucking
virgin? He was half convinced they no longer existed and yet there was no
denying the truth in her eyes.
    Rachel
was untouched .
    Her
innocence was real and dear God it excited him in a way nothing ever had. His
desire for her seemed to multiply tenfold and it was all he could do to move
away, help her sit up, and put her shirt back on. Both of them had been
breathing heavy, both of them were on fire, he knew it, could taste it in the
air, and yet Dominic held back. Rachel’s virginity changed everything. Everything.
    He
could no longer just seduce her and spend the weekend sating himself on her.
That sort of behavior was unacceptable. She was innocent and that changed the
whole game. He would have to woo her.
    Sitting
down at his desk, he opened up his laptop and considered the possibility. It
had been quite some time since he had to woo a woman but there seemed to be no
other choice. Walking away was not an option. The more he thought about it, the
more he convinced himself that he had to be the one to take Rachel’s innocence.
He’d never slept with a virgin before, never introduced a woman to sex, and the
idea thrilled him in a way that was just ridiculous.
    It
was primitive, this idea of being the first man inside her. It awoke something
in him, something that felt very much like possession, and Dominic knew he
would not feel right until he fucked Rachel. It really was as simple as that.
    She
was going to be his. That was already decided.
    It
was just a question of how and when.
    He
clicked open Google and pulled up a search for flower companies. A few minutes
later, several bunches were ordered to arrive at her suite. He’d also added a
box of chocolates and little grey bear when he’d reached the checkout. They
seemed to be the sort of things Rachel would like. He could have asked Benjamin
to order these things. Though it was a Saturday, his assistant was still on
call. Only it felt, for once, like something he should do himself, and he
couldn’t help imagining the look on her face when her gifts arrived.
    What
else? A phone call later and he’d booked them both in for dinner at an
exclusive restaurant just off
Mayfair
. It was
still relatively unknown and the chances of paparazzi finding him there were
slim. He had no intention of sharing Rachel with anyone, least of all the
tabloids. He would need to organize a driver too, he thought. Whilst he might
be cavalier with his own safety he could not risk hers.
    It
was Katie at reception who answered his call. He recognized her breathless
voice. “I have yet to hear from Paul,” he said.
    “He’s
here now, sir. Shall I send him in?”
    “Yes.”
    Paul
was full of apologies but Dominic was in no mood to listen to them. Strangely,
though he was in no mood to fire the man either. He let him go with a final
warning and told him to be ready and waiting at seven. Then he rang Ryan to
find out when he was likely to return. Monday, Ryan said, and Dominic had no
choice but to be happy with that.
    Buoyed
after making his plans, he stood up from his desk and worked out the obstacles
in his mind. Time was a factor that was one. She was only staying for a couple
more days and he knew without a doubt that would not be enough to satisfy him.
She needed to stay for the two weeks he’d suggested, so that was the first
thing he needed to do. Get her to extend her stay.
    Secondly,
he had to stoke her desire. It was there and she knew it. It was simply a
question of getting her to a point where she wanted him so badly she was
willing to let him be her first.
    Her first.
    He
shuddered and made his way over to the window. It gave him