Mr. Virile and the Girl Next Door by Gwen Hayes Read Free Book Online Page B

deep, dark secret, Holly. I never got to do that as a teenager. No girls would even look at me unless they needed help with their Algebra.”
    Holly grasped his wrist before he could go any further. “So, you want to use me to go back in time and face a childhood trauma?”
    “Desperately.”
    “I can work with that.” She loosened her grasp. “My personal boundaries back then were nothing beneath the underwear.”
    “I can work with that.”
    He was back on top of her, kissing her mindless and rubbing his cock on her. She soaked her panties through, she was so wet. She tried to think back to high school make out sessions, but none ever seemed as erotic as this.
    Dane leveraged himself on one elbow and brought his other hand to the small of her back, tucking her up harder against his body. Then he used his hips, gyrating their bodies together in a primal rhythm. Once again, she wrapped her legs around his waist. Once again, she threw her head back as the peak of her orgasm was impending.
    “You’re so wet,” he said, his voice low in her ear. “So goddamned wet for me.”
    That was the extent of the dirty talk needed to send her to the edge. She slammed over the cliff, falling and reaching up with her hips to rock into him harder to ride out the wave of pleasure.
    As she came down, she noticed he was shaking and impossibly tense. “Is it acceptable for a teenager to come in his pants?” he asked, gritting his teeth and biting back his own orgasm.
    “It’s a rite of passage,” she assured him, and then, to help him out, she bit his earlobe.
    He jerked and smothered her with a deep kiss while his body slammed into her as if he were inside her. She’d never felt as powerful and yet as empty. Her womb ached for him to be inside her. Even as she realized it wasn’t enough, he kept grinding and brought her to the precipice of another soul stealing orgasm, and they rode out the storms in their bodies by clutching each other tightly.
    Awhile later, when the world reshaped itself to normal, Dane held her head to his chest and whistled. “Now I see I missed quite a bit during my teen years.”
    She didn’t bother telling him it had never been that intense before, even when her hormones were peaking and all she thought about were boys. And not after, when she was dating or even when she was almost engaged to the man she thought she’d spend her life with. She didn’t tell him because that would be admitting too much to a man who offered very little.
    She was the biggest kind of fool. But at least she was a satisfied one.

Dear Mr. Virile and The Girl Next Door,
    I’m writing to both of you because I need all the advice I can get. Is there such a thing as love at first sight?
    Signed,
    Goner
    Dear Goner,
    No.
    Sincerely,
    Mr. Virile.
    Dear Goner,
    No.
    Yours,
    Girl Next Door

Chapter Six
    Dates four and five were tame even by Holly’s standards. She’d worried that Dane might have already fallen out of lust when she received a sweet, yet chaste, kiss at her door after the concert in the park. But then he’d called her two hours later and they’d talked for another two hours. Something they had been doing a lot of lately. Date five had been a charity benefit. He’d been attentive, charming, and went out of his way to put her in the limelight when any journalists had asked them about their upcoming books—but he hadn’t accepted her offer of coming in for a drink. He did, however, leave her with a kiss that curled her toes before he walked away whistling.
    And when he got home, he played online chess with her until two a.m.
    Their PR plan was working. People were talking about them, her blog hits went up, and all her friends were bugging her for the real scoop. It didn’t matter how many times she told people they were just friends, it seemed to inflame the curiosity more. Everyone wanted to know if they were sleeping together, and if they weren’t, how long before they would be?
    She sort of wondered the same