The Virgin

The Virgin is a carnal tale of seduction and adultery. Jade has never been with a man, yet she instantly falls in love upon meeting one of her father’s handsome business associates. She cares not that he is married. Nor that he is old enough to be her father. Only her love for him matters. But does he feel the same way? Is he willing to risk it all to be with her, even if only for one night?

Excerpt from The Virgin:
“Wow.” That was what Mr. Green said when he saw me. His gaze was on me and the faint smile that curled his lips told me he enjoyed what he saw. Blood rushed to my face. I prayed he would not notice.

“You look beautiful,” complemented the man as I reached the couch. He offered me a hand. I took it and let him guide me to a seated position.

“Thank you,” I said, responding to both his comment and helpful hand.

“You’re very welcome.” He smiled at me. I blushed some more and smiled back. “How about a drink?” he proposed.

“I’m only eighteen,” I reminded him. I had tasted alcohol a few times before, but I was one of the few people that actually respected the drinking age limit. Most of the time.

“I won’t tell if you don’t,” said Mr. Green with a wink.

Under normal circumstance, I would have politely refused the man’s offer, but given the insane night I had just endured, I gracefully accepted the glass of alcohol.

“Cheers.” Our glasses clinked and my host downed his glass in one gulp. I took things slower, sipping mine in small gulps. I am unsure what it was, but it was strong and quickly filled me with a great contentment. I was not drunk, yet the alcohol had dulled my senses enough to rid me of my worries. I no longer cared about Dave or the hot soup he had spilled all over me. I had also accepted my feelings for Mr. Green. As I had acknowledged the fact that he was happily married and old enough to be my father. But I no longer cared. I felt good for the first time in hours and that was all that mattered.

We exchanged small talk for some time. I am unsure how it happened, but his lips eventually ended up pressed to mine. I knew I should put an end to the inappropriate kiss, but I was too exhausted to do the right thing. The man’s lips felt soft against mine and the urge to taste them was getting stronger. I’m not quite sure why, but I started kissing him. Perhaps it was the alcohol coursing through my system. Perhaps it was the crush I had harbored for this handsome man since first I laid eyes on him. Or perhaps it was simply my way of getting back as his son for ruining my evening.

Mr. Green was a tremendous kisser. He knew when to tease and when to ravage. His tongue dipped into my mouth, but never ventured too far. His powerful hands encircled me, pulling me close to him. I felt his heart beating against my chest. His heart rate was slow, steady. He was in full control of his emotions. Unlike me. My heart raced and a million thoughts crossed my mind. But I simply let them fly past and focused on the feel of the man’s lips upon mine.

The kiss eventually ended, yet Mr. Green refused to let his lips leave my body. He kissed his way down my neck. I let him. He kissed my cleavage. I shivered. He gently slipped the dress from my shoulder. In moments, my bra was revealed. He began kissing my breasts through the thin fabric. I moaned softly. His tongue slipped past his lips and began licking the soup from the drenched garment. I suddenly had a doubt.

“Sh-Should we do this?” I asked…