Chapter Five
George couldn’t stand the thought of her marrying anyone else. He didn’t know how he was going to stop her parents from ruining her life, but he knew he couldn’t go another second without kissing those lips.
He could not even comprehend her being with another man. No one else was ever going to kiss those lips. They were soft as they kissed him back. George didn’t know who kissed who first.
Those lips had been so tempting, those eyes so full of loss, and he needed to bring back his Anna-Beth. He would not let her be married off. One kiss was supposed to help her, but he couldn’t bring himself to think straight with the feel of her lips against his.
He needed to keep kissing her.
Cupping her cheek, her skin was so soft, and he slid his fingers up, going into her hair and gripping the full, blonde locks within his hand.
Anna-Beth let out a little moan that went straight to his cock. She tasted like the chocolate ice cream, and so much more.
Pressing her up against the fridge, he felt her hands on his chest, and he expected her to push him away, but she didn’t. She moaned, and then those hands slid up and wrapped around his neck. This time, he couldn’t resist pressing his body against hers, feeling all her curves. The silk negligee was so soft, and he felt the fullness of her tits.
Sliding one hand down toward her waist and then her hip, he moved around to cup her ass. The fullness filled his hand, and he couldn’t help but tighten his grip. He heard her soft, subtle moan, and he slid his tongue into her mouth, and she met his tongue with her own. His cock hardened even more, and he growled her name.
Pulling away from the kiss, he stared into her eyes. “Tell me to stop,” he said.
“No.”
Her defiance aroused him even more.
He didn’t want to stop, but he also didn’t want to pressure her into doing something she didn’t want to do.
Slamming his lips back on hers, he kissed her hard and then slid his hand beneath her negligee and started to move up, going toward her pussy. He needed to touch her. Wanted to rid her mind of whatever had caused her to panic. Her family were bastards, she knew this, and he didn’t know what set off her panic attack, but he was determined to stop it.
Much to his surprise, she wasn’t wearing any panties, and as he pressed his hand against her core, he heard her sudden intake of breath.
“Tell me to stop,” he said, breaking the kiss.
Sliding a finger between her slit, he found how wet she was, and he went straight toward her clit. He didn’t look away as he saw the pleasure wash over her face as he began to stroke her sweet pussy.
Fucking her in the kitchen wasn’t something he wanted to do. He didn’t give a shit if he broke the moment or ruined the chance to be balls-deep inside her. George stopped touching her, and then hiked her over his shoulder, hearing her sudden scream.
“George, what are you doing?” She slapped his ass, but then as he got to the stairs, she screamed a little more, and he felt her holding onto the back of his jeans for support. “This is not funny. You could drop me.”
“Not going to happen.”
He cleared the stairs and took her to his bedroom, where he placed her on the bed. Kissing her lips, he made sure to kiss that annoyance right off her face.
“Tell me to stop,” he said.
“No.”
She was pure fucking temptation.
Pushing the negligee up to her waist, he spread her legs. “Fine,” he said. Now, he was going to do what he wanted, which was to lick this amazing pussy. Spreading the lips of her sex open, he stared at her cunt, and all he wanted to do was lick and suck at her clit. He did so, and she tasted exquisite.
“Come for me,” he said.
His name echoed around the room as he licked her clit, sliding his tongue back and forth across her sensitive nub.
His cock was so hard, and he’d already pushed his sweatpants off his body and onto the floor. He wanted to be inside her so badly, but first she was going to come.
The sounds she made went straight to his cock, and he couldn’t ever remember being this hard for a woman before. In the back of his mind, the sensible part was questioning what he was doing, but the stubborn asshole that he was refused to listen.
Anna-Beth had been in his world for a matter of months. Her closeness was driving him crazy. He had to have her, and there was no way he was going to allow her family to marry her off.
I’ll keep her.
It was an insane thought, and yet, not an entirely bad one.
He liked her, and he had a feeling she liked him. They could make this work.
Anna-Beth’s orgasm flooded her body, and she was so wet. Even before she had come down from her orgasm, George moved between her spread legs.
His impatience took him by surprise, but he wanted to feel her cunt wrapped around him in the last throes of her orgasm.
Lining the tip to her entrance, he stared into her blue eyes, and then slammed forward and watched as her face contorted in pain.
She was so tight. Tighter than he ever imagined.
Not only did she look in pain, but he saw tears spring to her eyes.
He was hurting her, and then he suddenly understood what was happening.
George had just taken her virginity.
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One Week Later
Anna-Beth stared out across the driveway, and she couldn’t help but feel disappointed as once again George hadn’t returned home. One week ago, they had sex, and he’d been incredibly pissed with her for not telling him she was a virgin. He’d bombarded her with endless questions, most of which she couldn’t answer.
If he was upset with her being a virgin, she didn’t think he was going to take kindly to the reason why. Him. She’d not wanted to be with any other man because … well … she was already in love with him.
George, up until a few months ago, hadn’t even realized she existed. At least, that was how it had felt to her. Now, she had to wonder if he still knew.
George hadn’t stuck around. After he’d shouted his endless questions, that very night he’d taken off.
She was tempted to call her brother, but she didn’t want to run the risk of telling him what happened. If she did that, then this position she’d found herself in would be taken from her.
Her family already considered her a liability. Blowing out a breath, she made her way back to the kitchen. There was nothing else for her to do.
Actually, she knew there was one thing she could do. It did involve calling her brother, and then perhaps lying to him. She was willing to risk it, so she pulled out her cell phone and dialed his number. Much to her surprise, Malcolm answered on the third ring.
“What’s up, sis?”
His greeting told her he might not have talked to George yet.
“Hi, uh, I know this is going to sound kind of weird, but does George have a city apartment close to his … building?” she asked, nibbling her lip.
“Yeah, why?”
“I don’t suppose you could give me that address. He left one of his briefcases, and you know, I can’t seem to get ahold of him.”
“I can come and get it, honey.”
“No, no, please don’t worry yourself. You know how Mom and Dad will be. They’ll assume I messed something up, and I only want to help a friend. You know, my boss.” It was kind of a lie, but not completely. “I only want to help.” Again, not a total lie, but she could not continue to sit around the house waiting for him to return.
Without any other questions, Malcolm gave her the address, to which she thanked him and then hung up.
Anna-Beth didn’t waste a single moment, and made her way toward the front door. She could drive but instead called a cab, making her way down the long driveway toward the exit. Once she was past the gate, she closed it.
She’d be back before the end of the day. All she wanted to do was clear the air between her and George and make things right again. It was all she could hope for.
The cab arrived, and she didn’t quite know what happened to the time as she climbed into the back of the car and then rode all the way into the city. She stared out at the scenery.
Part of her didn’t want the drive to end, but as the driver pulled up outside an apartment building she’d given him, she paid him and climbed out. Before she’d even taken a step away from the cab, he was gone.
Staring up at the apartment building, she knew there was no chance of surprising him. She stepped inside and smiled toward the man at the main desk. She asked for George Butterworth, and he had no choice but to call up. The man kept looking at her with suspicion.
George didn’t come down to get her, but she was directed to the elevator where, once again, another man waited for her.
Seconds passed, then minutes, as she got to George’s floor, and she walked down the long corridor to find only two doors on the floor. She was about to knock on one as the other opened, and there was George. He didn’t look great.
The elevator doors had closed and before she could say anything, he banded an arm around her waist and pulled her into his apartment. She didn’t squeal, but followed his lead. His arm felt so good wrapped around her body.
The door closed, and she was instantly pressed up against it. “What the hell are you doing?” he asked.
It looked like he hadn’t shaved in the past week. Unfortunately, it didn’t detract from how sexy he appeared. Even though he had broken her heart by giving her an inquisition, her attraction and even her love for him was still there.
She was a pitiful fool.
“I thought I would come and see you, seeing as you ran away.”
He slammed his hand above her head on the doorway. “Anna-Beth!”
“George,” she said, snapping his name and glaring right back.
“Have you ever thought that maybe I don’t want to see you?”
He was being cruel.
Instead of bursting into tears, she laughed. “Nah, you think? Running away from me this past week, I’m pretty sure I got the message.”
“Then tell me why you’re here, or have you come to fuck up my life in some other way?”
“How dare you. How did I fuck up your life?”
“Seriously, you’re a virgin.”
“Yes, I was a virgin, but I don’t know how that is going to fuck up your life!” She wanted to slam her foot to the ground, he was being so childish.
Was it also wrong of her that she liked the way he held her against the door? His arm was rather forceful at her waist.
She really was pathetic.
This man wanted to be as far away from her as possible.
“You know what, I came to talk to you like an adult about what happened. I can see that was a gigantic mistake. We had sex, George. That’s all!”