The Billionaire and the Virgin

Not yet. Okay. He’d take that . . . for now. They were on a beach.

Rob lifted his head and pressed one last kiss to her now-swollen lips. He glanced around, but the beach was now deserted. Logan and his woman had likely seen them making out and steered clear—just as he’d planned. Perfect. He leaned down and kissed Marjorie again, his entire focus on her once more. “Come back to my room with me.”

Her hands pressed to his chest in a subtle refusal. “Rob.” She licked her lips, making them even wetter, and the sight of her tasting him made him even more aroused. “I . . . I’m not very experienced.” She said this like it was the end of the world, a depressing fact to be conveyed before intercourse. He’d heard much worse, though. Things like you should know I have herpes and I’m still with my ex. Things that made his dick shrivel and made him send the girl packing. This? He didn’t care. “I’ll try not to hold it against you,” he told her, leaning in for another kiss.

She pushed at his chest again. “Rob,” Marjorie said softly. “Wait.”

He waited.

“I’d love for us to start over,” she said softly. “But I think you should know the truth about me. All the truth. I’m a virgin, I’ve only dated two guys, and I’ve never been further than second base.”

She called it second base still? Okay, that was kind of cute. “I’m willing to tutor,” he told her, leaning in to kiss the tip of her adorably freckled nose.

“Yes, but . . .” she bit her lip again. “Since I’ve waited so long, I think I want to wait until I’m in love.”

“That’s no problem. I’ll just make you fall in love with me.”

Her eyes widened, and she thwapped his arm with her hand again. “That’s not how it works!”

Rob grinned down at her. “Isn’t it? You’re setting your boundaries. I’m fine with that. I’d rather you tell me your hard limits now than me find out when my dick is an inch from sinking inside you.” Her scandalized little gasp told him she was picturing that, too. “Here’s my confession. I don’t know if I can love anyone, Marjorie. I’m a jaded fuck, and it takes a lot to impress me anymore. But I’ve been fucking crazy over you since the day you dragged me out of the water and put your mouth on me, and I’m determined to make you just as crazy about me as I am about you. And if you’re fine with that, then I’d love to see you again. The real you, not the one you think you need to be.”

She shifted under him, gazed up at him with a slight frown on her face. “Are you telling me that you want to still go out with me thinking that you’ll somehow convince me to sleep with you?”

He thought about that, then shrugged. “Pretty much?”

Marjorie laughed again. “Wow, this is an honest conversation.”

“I’m not promising anything,” Rob said, gazing down at her. There was a bit of sand on her cheek and he brushed it off, then caressed her jaw, enjoying the simple pleasure of being able to touch her. “I’m definitely not promising anything after two terrible dates. But I like you and I want you, and I think we should take it day by day.”

Her smile softened a bit more. “I think I can handle that.”

“And my nuts are fucking freezing on this beach.”

She laughed again. “I’m pretty cold, too. Should we call it a night?”

“Only if you’ll promise to see me again tomorrow,” he told her.

“Tomorrow?” She gave a small shake of her head. “I have lunch with the bride and another fitting.”

“Exactly when is this wedding?”

“A week from today. We’re just all here early as an all-expenses-paid vacation and to help Brontë out with any wedding stuff that she might need help with. I think it’s so she doesn’t have a nervous breakdown over place cards or something.” Marjorie fiddled with the front of his shirt. “She’s really stressed. The guy she’s marrying is super rich and super important, and Brontë’s afraid she’ll mess something up.”

He didn’t blame her. Logan seemed like a real dick. “Your wedding fitting can’t take all day. Neither can lunch. Should be plenty of time for me somewhere in there.”

“Somewhere,” she agreed, a bit breathless. “Want me to text you?”

Letting her call the shots? Hell, why not. “Sure. But if you don’t text me by three in the afternoon, I’m going to think you stood me up—”

“I would never!”

“—and I’ll send you dick pics.”

Her laughter echoed across the quiet beach, so happy and carefree that he found himself laughing, too.

***

That evening, when Rob went back to his room, he turned on the shower, undressed, and climbed in so he could jerk off.

His cock was as hard as a rock after his little aborted date with Marjorie. So it hadn’t gone so great in the beginning. That didn’t matter. What was important was that little talk on the beach afterward, and their kiss.

Good god, that kiss.

He couldn’t get it out of his mind: the soft, dazed expression she’d had as he’d dipped his tongue into her mouth, the feel of her long, slim body pressed against him, the way she’d licked her wet, swollen lips and made them gleam in the moonlight.

Goddamn. He squirted a handful of conditioner into his palm and began to work his cock, one hand braced against the wall. It didn’t matter that she’d told him that she wouldn’t sleep with someone if she didn’t love him. She’d come around to seeing things his way. And in the meantime, there were kisses and more dates to be had.