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  His hand moved from my outer thigh to my inner thigh, and I cringed, and he moved up and felt my wetness.

  “Mmmm, I excite you,” he said with satisfaction.

  I didn’t answer him. I couldn’t deny that my body had a reaction to him. There was nothing that I could hide.

  His fingers slid up and down the outside of my panties, and I could feel myself getting wetter. I didn’t know how much wetter it would be possible to get, but I didn’t want to find out.

  I pressed away from him by using my hands on his defined chest. I bit my lip as I imagined him being on top of me and my hands running up and down his naked chest. It was a vivid fantasy that flashed quickly through my brain.

  “I need to get home. Should we go?” I said as I finally got away from him.

  I wanted to stay. Oh, how my body wanted to keep his hands on it, but I wanted more than a one-night thing with a guy. I wanted to save myself for someone who I would truly remember. A man that I would always hold in a special spot in my mind.

  There was no delusion; I didn’t intend on remaining a virgin until I got married. The fact was that I didn’t want to waste my virginity on some stupid guy that I would grow to hate in the future. I wanted a man who I would remember with fondness and admire, long after my virginity had been taken.

  “This is me,” I said as we got to my power blue Volkswagen convertible. Josh slid his six-foot-tall frame into my tiny car, and we headed out and onto the streets of Chicago. “Do you want to tell me where you live so I can drop you off?” I said as I smiled at him.

  “I want you to tell me your name.”

  It dawned on me that I hadn’t even offered to tell him my name when we talked earlier. I felt like such a dork. Who gets a guy’s name and then doesn’t bother to tell him her name? Me, that was who. I was a walking enigma and never knew just what to do or say around men; especially totally hot men.

  “Oh, I’m sorry. My name is Candice,” I said as I shook his hand then placed my hand back on the wheel.

  “I live just outside of the city; turn right on eighteen, and we will be close.”

  I didn’t know the city too well, but I could get from Fifth Street to Eighteenth Street without too much trouble.

  My gut said that he was a good guy, but I couldn’t figure out why he had been in that club. He wasn’t dressed in a particular fetish way. In fact, he looked like a very normal man. His jeans and sketcher shoes would trick anyone into thinking he was a regular guy. But I knew his jeans were high-end, and his button up shirt also cost a couple hundred dollars. This guy was more high maintenance than most women I knew.

  “How far down Eighteenth?” I asked as I made the turn.

  “That’s me,” he said as he pointed to a very large house surrounded by a black iron gate.

  When I pulled in, there was a box to the side of me with numbers and a speaker. I looked at it and then looked at Josh.

  “Sixty-nine, sixty-nine,” he said as he shrugged his shoulders and smiled.

  “Are you a fan?” I chuckled as I pushed the numbers into the box.

  The gate swung open and I moved slowly down the driveway and parked in front of the house.

  “Yes, I’m a connoisseur of all things sexy,” he said as he got out of the car. “Please come inside and share a coffee with me. It will make me feel better that you are awake for your ride home.”

  “I’m sorry; I can’t. I need to get home and check on my friends.”

  Josh didn’t respond and instead picked up his phone and called someone.

  “Did they get dropped off alright? Are they in their homes? Great, thank you,” Josh said to the other person on his phone. Then he turned and looked at me, “They are both home and in their house safely. There is nothing to worry about.”

  I felt like this guy wouldn’t stop until he got his way. I decided to go inside and have just one quick cup of coffee. The caffeine would actually be great after being up so late. I wasn’t used to staying up all night, and it was now almost three o’clock in the morning.

  With my car keys in hand, I made my way up to the front door of his house and held my breath as we walked in. Since he was at the BDSM club, I didn’t know exactly what I would get when I walked into his house.

  Chapter 3

  Josh

  She is too sweet for my own good. I felt a slight bit of caution as I convinced her to come inside. Perhaps she was too innocent to be taken by me just yet. I would just have to see.

  I wanted to feel myself inside her so badly that it was hard even to hold a conversation. My mind raced with thoughts of her moaning as my body entered hers. My hips thrust slightly with a primal need to fill her up.

  “Can I get you something to drink?” I asked as I led her into my kitchen.

  “Yes, coffee would be nice.”

  I would have given her anything she wanted. I would have hand squeezed her lemon juice if she had asked. It was my desire to please her, to please her in every way possible.

  I let the coffee machine warm up so it could deliver her the single cup of caffeine that she desired.

  “I appreciate you taking me home, Candice,” I said in a lame approach to sound normal.

  She knew I didn’t need her to take me home; I could have easily called a Uber car or even another car service while Jackson took her friends home. She had to know I just wanted to be close to her.

  I needed to be close to her. A desire to touch her that overwhelmed my every thought.

  I couldn’t take it any longer and grabbed her and set her on the kitchen counter. I pressed her legs apart and moved my body in as close to her wet panties as I could get.

  My hands cupped her face in them, and she looked up at me in innocent wonder. Her bright blue eyes urged me to continue, so I did.

  With as much gentleness as I could muster, I took her mouth with mine, breathing life into my body and its urge to be inside of her. I let my hips thrust my bulging pants against her wet panties. Oh, how I wanted to rip them off. I wanted to use my teeth and tear them off in a lustful move that would end with my unzipped pants and my erect body sliding inside of her. But I used caution; I didn’t want to scare her away.

  I wanted to keep her there with me until she was ready to let me have her. She might need to be convinced, and that was alright with me. I had convinced a dozen young women in my time, admittedly none as innocent as Candice.

  Candice

  My legs shook as I walked up to his front door with him. It wasn’t a regular house. His house looked like it was a tall, slender mansion. It fit perfectly in between two buildings in Chicago with only the slightest bit of land on either side of the building.

  The front gate only served to keep people from soliciting, as the front door was easily seen from the street.

  He didn’t need me to take him home. It was obvious when I looked at the size of his house and the location within Chicago that this man was a millionaire, perhaps even a billionaire. He had plenty of money for a cab ride. Certainly, if he came to the club with his own driver, a cab would not have been a difficult thing for him to pay for.

  I felt foolish for agreeing to drive him home. He had an ulterior motive, and I didn’t want to feed into it. On the other hand, I had never had a man of his stature look at me with the lust I saw in Josh’s eyes. He could easily have any woman he wanted, but his desire was fixated on me. It mesmerized me. I had to learn more about him; I wanted to see why he was so attracted to me.

  I was obviously very attracted to him, who wouldn’t be? He was the stereotypical tall, dark, and handsome guy. The only thing that did turn me off about him was that he had been at the same club as my friends. It wasn’t something that appealed to me, and I would never be interested in any of that stuff. My appearance had to make that obvious to him; I hoped he didn’t think he could change my mind about liking BDSM.

  I stopped and looked back at the car; it was my last chance to consider running. I didn’t, though. I had a clear chance to get back
into my car and leave for good. I knew I could leave; he had done nothing to make me believe I was unsafe or would not have the chance to leave if I wanted to. But something about standing on the front steps as I looked back at my car, that moment felt like my one true moment to forget everything and flee back to my old life.

  I didn’t know for sure I wanted that old life. I was excited to be asked into his home. I felt a surge of energy pulse through my body at this new experience. This new way of living was filled with energy.

  My body trembled as he opened one side of the tall ten-foot double doors. The entry way was magnificent with a brilliant chandelier and elegant stairs that wound up the middle of the room. I tried to take some deep breaths to calm myself. It was hard to catch my breath, though.

  My mind raced with thoughts of why this man wanted me. Out of all the women who were at that club, why did he want me to take him home? Surely, he could have had his pick of any number of girls. It did make me feel special that he had chosen me.

  The fact that I was in this man's house was beyond unusual to me. I didn’t typically go on many dates, and I certainly never went home with a man after one. And this wasn’t even a date! I had already kissed this man and danced with him before I knew his name. I couldn’t figure out what had come over me and why I had allowed myself to enter his home, but I didn’t want to turn back just yet.

  He intrigued me. His confidence. His obvious desire for me. It was hard to resist a continued conversation. I made myself a promise that I would not go upstairs to his bedroom with him, and I definitely would not have sex with him. We were just going to talk. That was it, nothing more.

  As we entered his kitchen, my hands felt the cold marble of the countertops. There had to of been over fifty feet of countertops throughout the kitchen. There was a long island in the middle, and I took harbor against it as Josh started his coffee machine.

  He had offered me a drink, likely in hopes that I would have wanted some sort of alcohol so he could loosen me up. I noticed sadness when I only asked for a coffee at his drink offer.

  His eyes fixated on my breasts, and I tried to slow my breathing so they didn’t move so much with each of my breaths. I felt self-conscious of my large breasts, and I wanted to reach up and cover them up.

  Before I knew what had happened, Josh had lifted me up onto the counter, and I felt that cold marble under my ass. I pressed against his body as he spread my legs and moved in next to me. I felt so exposed. So afraid. Yet I didn’t move; I wanted to know what was next. Secretly, I wanted his fingers on my wet panties again.

  I felt the bulge of his body as he pressed up against me. My desire overwhelmed me, and I got lost in the moment. Only a few thin layers of fabric separated my body and his. I could easily just say yes, and he would slide inside of me, and it would be over.

  My years of waiting and wondering could have been finished right there at that moment. I had the man of my dreams with his cock pulsing between my legs. If only I had the nerve to say yes. If only I wanted to remember that moment forever as the one time I forgot about all my rules and just went after what my body wanted.

  My hips moved in tiny thrusts against him as we kissed. My whole body was on fire, and it couldn’t be stopped. If ever I was close to losing my virginity, it was in that very moment. My body wanted his so desperately that all my convictions were gone. My reasons I had waited were so far back in my brain that I couldn’t access them. There was no reason not to feel his body with mine, but then it happened.

  A small amount of willpower snuck up on me, and I pressed him away. I didn’t say why; I didn’t blurt out that I was a virgin and couldn’t have my first time be on a kitchen counter. I just pressed him away.

  It wasn’t the perfect moment I had waited for. I wasn’t even sure this guy remembered my name. I could have been some silly game to him for all I knew. I wanted my first time to be with a man who knew me. Who knew my deepest darkest secrets.

  Yes, I wanted to feel a desire like I did right now. Oh, how I wanted to feel this exact way when I was ready to be with a man fully. But that moment, it did not seem right. I wanted more. I wanted feelings with the lust. I wanted a bed and not a countertop. It wasn’t the right moment, and I knew it.

  I slid down the counter and pulled my dress back into place.

  “I better get going,” I said as I headed for the door.

  “Stay,” he said as he grabbed for my arm gently.

  Oh, I wanted to stay. Everything in my body wanted to stay. But I had to go. It wasn’t how my planned life was supposed to happen. I couldn’t let a guy I just met be the person that would always be remembered as taking my special purity from me. No, I had to go.

  I grabbed my purse and let myself out of the front door. I moved swiftly to my car and waited for him to open the gate. For a brief moment, I wondered what I would do if he refused to open the gate. Would I just climb over it? Would I sit in my car until he decided to let me out? Luckily, I didn’t have to make that decision. I looked over at the front door and saw him stand and watch me as the front gate opened.

  I looked in my rearview mirror at him and felt a pang of guilt. He just seemed too good to be true. A guy like that didn’t want anything more from me than a fling in bed and a notch on his bedpost. I had made the right decision.

  I didn’t have his phone number, and he didn’t have mine. It was over now. There was no way to get in contact with him unless I showed up at his home again, and I certainly didn’t intend to do that.

  I drove toward my apartment, confident that I had made the right decision. He wasn’t the right man for me.

  Chapter 4

  Josh

  As the new week started, I couldn’t get Candice off my mind. I had to spend the day doing interviews, but as soon as I had finished, I planned to get in touch with Jackson and have him do a search for Candice’s license plate.

  I didn’t know anything else about her, but that didn’t matter; I could easily find out who she was.

  The touch of her skin still made my body react as I thought about it. I needed to feel it again, and I had to feel it again; there was no other option.

  I sat at my desk and looked through the pile of under qualified applicants. Every time there was an opening at my company, I felt obligated to do some of the interviews. Especially for the manuscript reviewer position.

  The manuscript reviewer position determined which books I would consider publishing or not. It was a huge responsibility and required someone who was skilled in understanding the current marketplace as well as what made for a great story.

  Some of the applicants thought the position was a simple job; I don’t know if they thought all they would have to do was read books on the couch all day or what. But many of them did not truly understand what would be required of a manuscript reviewer.

  You had to love books; it had to be a true love that could sustain reading a book every day or two. This often seemed like something that would be very enjoyable to people until they really started doing it. Reading that much every day was more than even I could do, and I was a very avid reader. I often read a book each week, and that still seemed like a lot when I compared myself to my friends and family.

  I looked for someone with conviction and who currently was already reading an extraordinary amount. I did not even consider a reviewer who was reading less than four books a month.

  There was a certain analytical type of personality that worked best for manuscript reviewing also. They had to be able to see potential in writers who needed development as well as see the crap in writers who had no potential at all.

  I hated to interview people, but I loved to be in control of the people who came to work for my firm. It would be a long day, but I hoped to have found the match for my company by the time the day was over.

  If only I could get Candice off my mind. I could still feel the fabric of her wet panties on the tip of my fingers. I even brought them up to my nose to see if I could still smell her, bu
t I couldn’t.

  Only a matter of hours until I found out who she was, and I would make sure I had my way with her; she didn’t stand a chance against my ability to persuade. She would be mine as soon as I found her.

  Candice

  I spent the whole day in bed after I returned home from my night at the club. I was exhausted; there was no other way to describe how I felt.

  My body had not had that much excitement in a very long time. Even with my last boyfriend, we tried to stay away from that much touchy-feely stuff for fear that it would leave us both too frustrated to stop ourselves from making love.

  My boyfriend would have loved it if I had given into his desire to have me. It was a constant battle with him, and I never felt like it was about loving me at all. Instead, it was about getting to have me. He wanted to be my first, and I knew that. There was something about being a girl's first lover that excited men. We had genuinely been in love, at least at some point during our relationship. But as I prolonged the sex, he withdrew further and further away. He did not see the virtue in us waiting, and instead pressured me constantly to just let him have sex with me.

  There was something about the way he asked to be with me that annoyed me greatly. He didn’t want us to make love; he just wanted to feel himself inside of me. It was a selfish way of thinking, and finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and had to break up with him. I wanted my first time to be with someone who wanted to make me happy just as much as he wanted his own happiness, at least in bed.

  I didn’t necessarily need my first time to be with a man that I would stay with forever, that wasn’t the point. What I wanted was a mutual sense of fulfillment and not just a one-sided, screw me until I scream, event.