His Nasty Virgin

VIVIAN

I napped for all of fifteen minutes. I was beyond exhausted at this point, existing in an in-between state where I was both sluggish and alert. I paced around the guest room, mulling everything over.

The missing money. Molly. The Azure Cartel. Something big was going on, but what?

What if Blue Cloud Financial was in on it? What if they knew about the missing funds and took Molly to keep everything hush-hush? If word got out that Blue Cloud Financial was laundering money on behalf of a dangerous criminal organization, that’d drive the company’s reputation into the ground.

A part of me didn’t want to believe it. It was such an out-there, ridiculous notion that I almost dismissed the thought as quickly as it came. I thought about Alistair, about how sweet a mentor he’d been to Molly and me over the past few months. There was no way he could be involved in all of this.

But what other explanation did I have?

I wished I had proof.

Proof.

I exited the guest bedroom just in time to see Wally leaving, the elevator doors sliding shut with a ding. “Where’s he off to?” I asked Jesse, who had once again taken up his spot at the kitchen island. His laptop was open, as per usual.

“School,” he answered flatly.

“Is it safe for him to go?” I asked. “What if the cartel goes after him?”

“I doubt they will. It’s pretty clear their interests lie with you.”

I nodded slowly. “Right. About that…”

“Yes?”

“Can you drive me to the office?”

Jesse set his jaw. “No.”

He got up out of his seat and circled the island. I followed him, determined not to let him slip through my fingers.

“Just hear me out. Detective Monroe said I needed proof and I could get it. I just need to download the encrypted files from my computer and-”

“I said no. You’re honestly telling me you want to go back there?”

“If it’s the only way to help Molly, yes. It’ll blow the investigation wide open. The police will-”

“Out of the question, Vivian.”

“Jesse, please.”

“You said yourself that the files are encrypted, right?

You don’t know for sure what’s on them.”

“Are you suggesting it’s a trap?”

“It’s not out of the realm of possibility. What if they’re fake files that were created to entice you to come in? It’s called bait. Whoever’s really behind all this has probably destroyed the evidence already.”

“Why do you sound so sure?”

“Because…” Jesse sighed heavily. “Look, I’ve been in this business a long time. I’ve seen some shit. The cartel doesn’t play by the rules like we do. They think they’re above the law. They do whatever the hell they want, and they don’t care who gets hurt in the process as long as they come out on top.”

I took a step closer, looking him over. “You sound like you’re speaking from experience.”

He nodded tightly. “A long time ago, when I was first getting into the business. My first contract as a bodyguard.”

“Can you tell me about it?” I whispered, drawing near.

“I was protecting a family seeking asylum. They were on the run from the Azure Cartel. I was specifically tasked with watching over their daughter. She was ten.”

A chill slithered down my spine. I sensed his tension, his guilt.

“I made a bad call,” he said simply. “I underestimated the enemy. You’d think a goddamn playground was off limits.”

My stomach churned. “They attacked her while she was at the playground?”

“I didn’t want to let her go, but she’d been cooped up in the safehouse for months. Things had been really quiet. I thought maybe the cartel had finally given up. I figured a few minutes of fresh air couldn’t hurt. Plus, she was good at nagging, and I may or may not have had a bit of a soft spot for her.” He shook his head and laughed bitterly. “Didn’t think they’d stoop to planting a car bomb.”

I placed a tentative hand on his broad chest. “I’m so sorry.”

“So my answer is no,” he said calmly. “You’re not going back to Blue Cloud Financial to look for evidence. You’ll leave this matter to the police. Do you understand? This isn’t a game.” He stepped closer, trapping me against the counter.

“I never said it was.”

“Then you’ll do the smart thing and listen to me, Vivian. You’re going to stay here where I can keep an eye on you.

So I can protect you.”

I swallowed, throat unbelievably parched. I shouldn’t have liked being cornered like this, pressed up against the counter, but I did. Jesse was so unbelievably close. The heat of his skin soaked into mine. His breath tickled my cheek. His eyes pierced into mine, serious and impossibly gentle.

I lifted a hand to trace the line of his jaw with my fingers. His stubble was rough to the touch, but more than a welcome sensation. I admired the shape of his lips, grazing my fingers over his bottom one. Jesse didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned into it. His pupils were blown wide open as he studied me intently.

“Vivian,” he said gruffly. “We shouldn’t.”

I searched his eyes. “Then tell me to stop.”

Conflict flashed across his face, torn between resistance and giving in.

I knew what his decision was the second he leaned in and crashed his lips to mine.

The kiss was bruising at first. Desperate. Eager. Our lips slotted into place, hot breath mixing. The hard press of his body against me set my core on fire. I dragged my fingers through his silky hair and moaned. Our tongues swept over one another, fighting for dominance. In the end, I was the one to give in, melting into his touch.

He kissed me just like he searched a room. Efficient, alert, and moving with purpose. Jesse grabbed greedily at my thighs, and my waist, hungry for more. I was still pinned to the counter, but I had no intention of moving out of the way. I could feel him better this way. Strong muscles beneath taut skin. When he rolled his hips against me, the hard press of his cock against my thigh made me moan.

Hot, wet desire pooled between my legs. My pussy ached to feel his touch, practically quivering for him as he moved to nip at my neck. He sucked at my tender skin, hard enough to leave a mark. I didn’t even care. It felt so good to feel something, feel him. His weight was a welcome comfort. A warm blanket on a cold winter’s night.

It was dizzying. All-encompassing. Overwhelming in the best of ways. I was electric. Sparks leaped from nerve to nerve. My skin was alight with soft fire. And just when I thought I couldn’t get enough, Jesse spun me around, my back to his chest. He pressed feverish kisses to the back of my neck, his arms wrapped around me.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, voice a low rumble.

“Yes. Yes, I’m sure.”

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“I don’t even know what that means.”

“It means,” he said, slipping a hand down the front of my jeans. His rough palm against my stomach was

everything. “It means you’re in for a long night.”

I was feeling brave. Braver than I ever felt in my entire life. “Are you going to spend the whole night talking? Or are you going to put your money where your mouth is?”

Jesse chuckled, combing his fingers through my hair and undoing my bun. He grasped at the roots, not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to tell me exactly who was boss. “Naughty girl,” he murmured against the crook of my neck. “You’ve got quite a mouth on you. I’m going to have to teach you a lesson.”

“You’re still talking,” I retorted, grinding my ass against him. His arousal was apparent, and it made me that much wetter to know how badly I was affecting him. “You’re all talk and no action, Jesse.”

“That’s sir to you.”

I licked my lips. “Yes, sir,” I whined, my knees trembling.

“That’s much better. Spread your legs for me. There you go, just like that.”

Jesse slipped a finger between my lips, rubbing circles against my sensitive clit. I gasped, pleasure spiking straight through me. I moaned, gripping the edge of the counter for dear life.

“So nice and wet for me,” he growled, grinding against me while drawing even tighter circles. “Not so sassy now, are you?”

“Jesse, I-”

“Sir,” he corrected.

“Please, sir, I need-” I could barely string together a coherent sentence. “I want to come,” I blurted out. “I want to come, sir. Please.”

“I don’t know if you deserve to.”

Desperation clawed at my core. I was close, teetering on the edge between sanity and pure bliss. “Please, sir, please. Oh, my God, right there. Right there-”

He stopped, finger hovering above my aching bud, refusing to move. I clenched around nothing, a frustrated groan ripping from my throat.

“Why?” I demanded, indignant. My cheeks were hot, my blood was thrumming. I was so close that it almost hurt when Jesse pulled away.

He kissed my cheek. Tender, teasing. “Like I said, you’re in for a long night.”

Without another word, he picked me up with ease. I wrapped my legs around him, eagerly kissing him in the hopes of enticing him back into action. Jesse didn’t seem the least bit phased, carrying me down the hall toward his bedroom.

It was almost double the size of the guest bedroom, but twice as empty. I wasn’t exactly paying attention to the decor, though. My interests lay solely with the location of his bed and the way he laid me down like a delicate crystal.

“Take off your shirt,” I demanded, increasingly aggravated by his level of dress.

Jesse clicked his tongue. “Is that what you want?”

I nodded. “Very much.”

He smirked, slipping his hands beneath my sweater.

“No, I don’t think I will.” “Jesse-”

“I don’t reward impatience. You’re going to have to learn.”

He lifted my sweater up and over my head, before undoing my bra and throwing the offending garment to the side, exposing my skin to the cool bedroom air. He dipped down to kiss a line up my stomach, between my breasts, nibbled gently on both my hard nipples, sucked at my collarbone, and worked his way up to my lips.

He grinned, clearly pleased with himself. His cockiness was almost enough to piss me off. Almost.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. “Why do you hide under such large clothes?”

I would have blushed were it not for the fact that I was already red in the face. “I know I have a… fuller figure. I used to, um… I used to get ogled a lot. Figured I could avoid repeating the experience if I covered up.”

Jesse’s brow furrowed. “I’m sorry to hear that. You shouldn’t be made to feel uncomfortable.” He kissed my stomach. “Although, I think this is a much better look for you. Lift your hips for me.”

I did as instructed, giving him enough space to tug off my pants. He hooked his hands around my thighs and dragged me to the edge of the bed where he kneeled, kissing my hip bones while looking me over ravenously. He pulled my panties down and tossed them over his shoulder, lost somewhere on the floor.

“Is this still okay?” he asked gently. “We can stop if you want to.”

I nodded, reaching down to comb my fingers through his hair. “I want this,” I insisted. “Please. I need you.” It was all the permission he needed.