Free The Virgin Intern (A Romance Novella) by Penny Wylder Page B

busy, and it's not easy to get to know someone when you have to watch your step all the time. I—well, I guess I was worrying that it all might be too much."
    "You're right," he says. "It has been fast, and we don't know each other that well. But I'm okay with that. I've seen your work these past few days. You're dedicated and smart, and you're doing a hell of a lot of great work for a job that you really don't want. So far there's nothing about you that's made me think I don't want to get to know you more."
    Wow. I wasn't expecting that. A simple, 'I still want to keep seeing you' would have done the trick, but what Andrew just said...that is something else entirely. My breath hitches in my chest, an unexpected bubble of joy stopping my voice from coming out.
    "Besides," he says, running his hands down my back and across my ass, "you're still a virgin in so many things, and I want to introduce you to all of them."
    "Oh? And what things do you have in mind?" I'm still blindsided by his admission, but the way he's looking at me now has my heart skittering and my body thinking about all the ways we could use this empty office.
    "I'll have to make a list, and when I do it will be long,” he growls into my ear. “But just thinking about it, I want you to ride me, so I can watch those perfect breasts swinging back and forth. I want you to touch yourself while I watch. I want to see you have your first taste of come."
    I think the temperature is rising in here. At the very least I'm hotter. A swirl of desire and fear rolls through me, but I came here to see him, and I want him. I’ve never done anything so bold in my life, but I can feel that I have five seconds of courage left in me. It’s now or never, and I want to give him exactly what he wants. “You can see it now.” Before he can protest I sink down onto my knees, his belt under my fingers.
    “Naomi—”
    “You’re not the only one who can be spontaneous,” I say, freeing his cock from his underwear, and taking it into my mouth.
    His hands are in my hair immediately. “Fuck.”
    I suck him hard, drawing my mouth back slowly before plunging back down again. This angle is easier, and I find I can take him deeper than before. Drawing patterns with my tongue as I move, I touch every part of his cock with my mouth. There’s a bit of lipstick smudged from where I sealed my lips around him, and the sight makes me wet. His fingers tighten in my hair, and I can tell he’s struggling not to move. I take him out of my mouth, running my tongue across the tip. “I have to tell you something,” I say.
    “Now?” he asks, and I make him wait, taking the tip of his cock between my lips and grazing him with my teeth. I see his eyelids flutter shut.
    “This,” I say, “won’t be the first time I’ve tasted you.” He sucks in a breath, and now he’s staring at me. Oh god, I can't believe I'm going to say this out loud. He’s going to think I’m some sort of deviant.
    I lick along his length, enjoying the shudder from him. “When did that happen?” he asks, and I can hear the arousal in his voice. It’s deep and rough and full of sinful promise.
    All of the blood in my entire body is in my face. That's how hard I'm blushing. My face is a tomato. "That first day...after you finished and left. You had used my—I was curious, and it just happened."
    His cock—already hard—stiffens in front of me. His mouth drops open just a little, and his pupils dilate so his eyes look suddenly dark and hungry. ”That might be the hottest thing I've ever heard."
    I duck my head so he can’t see my blushing face as clearly, wetting my lips with my tongue. I place my lips at the base of his cock, sucking along his skin to the tip and back down the other side. I suck him in long and deep, moving up and down his shaft, working up the courage for my last mortifying and arousing admission.
    Looking up at him, I say, “I want to taste you again.”
    His cock twitches against my mouth,