Virgin Wanted (BWWM Billionaire Romance) by Sierra Cole Read Free Book Online Page A

things myself, and that’s how I intend to continue ...
    So I get out of bed and then tiptoe through to the wardrobe to see if it has any slightly more casual clothes in it, or whether it’s all just high-end couture.
    To my surprise and delight, I find a huge cupboard crammed full of comfy jeans and sweat pants and hoodies, all seemingly just in my size, not to mention all the other essentials I’m gonna need to make it through this week: t-shirts, socks, pantyhose, bras, and of course panties, of all shapes and styles – and again all in exactly my size.
    What the hell? I think as I study a bra, unable to believe that he has somehow found out my exact freaking cup size .
    Once I’m dressed in a simple outfit of jeans, t-shirt and hoodie, I decide to head out to explore this amazing house a little more, and maybe find me some breakfast – or at least a cup of coffee – in the process.
    As I wander through the winding halls, I start to hear the faint sounds of a radio playing some kind of classical music, and I begin to walk in the direction of the music until it’s getting pretty loud, blaring out in fact.
    I turn a corner to discover an open doorway, and there in a large and ornate dining room, a different room to the one I ate in with Marcus last night, and which holds a table big enough to seat twenty comfortably, is Helena, polishing all the cutlery, the room flooded with the ear-splittingly-loud classical music that’s blasting out from a boom box near her feet on the floor.
    But the moment she sees me, she half jumps out of her skin in shock, and the fact that she jumps causes me to jump too, both of us leaping backwards and putting our hands to our faces, before she quickly comes back to her senses and switches off the radio.
    “Miss Adams!” she says. “You gave me such a fright. I am sorry. I just ... expected you to call. Is everything okay? Why in the world are you wandering the house? Is something the matter?”
    “I just thought I’d explore a little ...” I explain, rather sheepishly.
    Helena nods, but a puzzled smirk remains flickering at the corners of her lips, as if my explanation is kind of odd to her. “And how did you sleep?” she adds with a wink. “If you don’t mind me saying, you look radiant this morning ...”
    I feel myself blush.
    Does she know what we got up to last night?
    “I’m glad to run into you, actually,” I say, trying to quickly change the question. “I just have to say, you weren’t wrong. That hot chocolate was the most delicious drink I think I’ve ever had in my life. I never thought something as simple as a cup of chocolate and milk could make me so happy.”
    “You know?” Helena replies. “I’ve noticed in this house that, with all its finery and expensive antiques, the best pleasures in life really are often the simplest ones ...”
    As she continues to speak, she gives me a look, as if to communicate that perhaps it isn’t just hot chocolate that she’s talking about here ...
    “I think by the end of this week, Miss Adams, you might very well realize that he things that can make us most happy are those you can’t put any kind of price on ...”
     
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    Marcus
     
    Damn. I just can’t stop thinking about this girl. She’s fogging up my head. I can still feel it: her skin – so soft against my fingertips – and I can still remember the way she shivered and trembled as I made her come. She must have been so fucking turned on; I only had to stroke her clit a couple of times before she came. And her pussy was so tight ... It’s going to feel fucking amazing when I drive my cock so deep and hard into her tonight ...
    “What’re you thinking about, Marcus?” the voice says, startling me out of my thoughts. “You look totally lost in thought?”
    I look up from my desk to see Julia, my goddamn secretary, standing there, one eyebrow raised to accompany that inquisitive, meddling smile of hers.
    “Nothing that concerns you,” I murmur,