Page 9 of Paid With Innocence

That’s it. That’s his…

He presses it against my belly, right above my pussy, sending a shockwave through me.

This is it. I have to tell him.

“Orson, I…I’ve never done this before.”

The confession falls from my lips like a tragedy. It’s over. He’s going to throw me in the car and have William drive me home. I’m never going to see him again.

But what else am I supposed to do? Keep lying to him? I already did that once, and he saw right through me.

It’s not like I don’t want it, though…

Despite Trish making fun of me for it, I’ve been saving myself for the man who truly sets my heart on fire. Not just some guy who took me out for the night and charmed his way into my pants.

I want that connection. That spark you see in the movies that you only can know when it hits you.

That hit me when I first set eyes on Orson…

But as he looks at me, and I see his gorgeous eyes narrow, I know it’s over. This man doesn’t want a virgin—a girl who has no idea what she’s doing. He wants someone who has experience. Who can please him.

I brace myself for what I know is coming. But to my surprise, he reaches in and gently threads his fingers through my hair.

“I know, angel. I know.”

My heart leaps. I was not expecting that. “You…you do? But how?”

His lips twist into the most gorgeous smile, sending my heart soaring. All I have on is this dress, but I’m burning up. Please don’t start sweating.

“No offense, but it’s obvious.”

“It’s what?” I’m actually offended. I don’t know why, but I am. “What do you mean!?”

He chuckles, tracing the lines of my collar bone with his finger. A golden tickle slides through my belly. I almost giggle.

“It’s not a bad thing,” he says softly. “You just radiate innocence.”

Wow, he can see right through me.

“And…you like that?”

He levels me with his eyes. It’s like he thinks I’m insane but also the cutest thing ever.

“Are you kidding, angel? To be the first man to have you? The only man? That’s worth more than all the money in the world.”

He’s screwing with me. This is all a cruel joke. Ashton Kutcher is going to pop out any moment with a camera crew and tell me I just got punk’d.

But no…

Orson sits up and slips out of his suit jacket. He carelessly tosses it aside, then goes to work on the buttons on his shirt. As each one pops, more of his physique is revealed. Yeah, now I’m sweating.

As I thought, he’s jacked out of his mind.

He looks like a Michelangelo painting. His shoulders are massive, framing his enormous chest that has my mouth watering. I want to reach up and touch him—run my fingers through his just right amount of chest hair.

As he strips out of his shirt, I watch in awe as his biceps flex, sending a rush of heat to my center.

These feelings…I’ve only just met this man, and I’m beyond smitten.