I’m in the tub with Claire. She’s right here between my legs while I massage her shoulder. My cock has never been so hard in my life. I ache to be inside her. After what that asshole put her through she deserves to be pampered and treated like a queen. She should feel safe and cherished, and not have one ounce of fear in her body. A real man takes care of what’s his. When I’m with someone special they get everything they need. When I enter into a relationship it isn’t just about sex. It’s about building trust.

Not that this is a relationship, but there’s something special about Claire. I want her in ways I haven’t wanted a woman in a long time.

I haven’t wanted to trust anyone in forever. The shit my ex-girlfriend and ex-best-friend put me through fucked with my head for a long time. Sandra helped me work through it and for that, she’ll always be a great friend, but spending time with Claire shows me I need more. I want more than I’ve wanted from a woman in the past.

It’s crazy though. Claire and I are nowhere near that territory. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing with her. She was supposed to be an assistant, not be mine. I don’t even know how she’ll react when she finds out what I’m into. What I need. I can already imagine her wearing my collar around her slender throat.

How fucking sexy it will be to chain her up and fuck her ass.

Jesus. I shake my head even thinking about how absurd it is.

How will she react when she finds out? I never get nervous. But my stomach twists in knots when I think about it—her. I am who I am.

But, for the first time since I can remember—I’m worried.

She rests her head back on my shoulder and stares up at me. “Thank you for tonight.”

“Not a problem at all.” I press my lips briefly to hers and she turns to straddle me. Her hot little pussy is rubbing over the head of my dick and I want nothing more than to impale her.

Every cell in my body screams at me to take her, but my brain tells me I shouldn’t—even if it kills me. I know when I fuck Claire there will be no turning back. I’ll get lost in her. If there’s one thing I know for a fact, it’s that I’ll fall for her.

Her hips roll as she grinds against me, teasing the tip of my cock with her pussy lips.

Her hands rest on my shoulders as she stares into my eyes. The tip of my cock is right against her entrance, and she pushes herself so that it parts her slick folds.

Claire goes rigid and grimaces.

I close my eyes and a groan catches in my throat. Fucking hell, she’s so damn tight. I may be high, but I know virgin pussy when I feel it against my thick cock.

“Claire…” I grip her shoulders and pull away. “Are you a virgin?”

Her teeth graze over her swollen bottom lip and she nods.

My ass hammers against the backside of the tub as I push myself away. I shake my head at her. “No. Not like this.”

Her jaw clenches. “I want you. I want this.” She moves closer and I hold her away with my hands. “I don’t expect anything in return, or after or whatever. I just, want to be with you.”

Every muscle in my body tightens, and I sit there and stare at her, naked in my tub. Fuck, she’s so pure and innocent. Everything I’m not. I can’t do this, and yet I’ve never wanted anything more. I could claim her. Be the first and only.

The devil on my shoulder keeps telling me if I don’t do it she’ll run out and fuck some assbasket just to get it over with. Or to get over me. Christ, she’s perfect.

I have to do this. We’re like magnets, pulling each other together no matter how hard I resist.

The angel on my other shoulder doesn’t say shit because Claire rolls her hips and rubs her tight cunt over my cock. I close my eyes.

God, forgive me.

I’m powerless to resist.

“Please.” She inches herself onto me.

My eyes spring open and I can tell she’s in pain already. I place my palms on each side of her face, and nod. “You ready?”

She returns my nod.

I kiss her. Not like a normal, passionate kiss. A kiss that is sweet and sensual and tells her that everything will be okay and she can stop whenever she wants. My tongue sweeps over hers as I thrust a little harder into her.

She sucks in a huge breath and a whimper catches in her throat.

I stroke her hair back behind her ears and keep kissing her with my hands on her face as I push all the way in.

I groan when she squeezes around me and think I might pass out. It’s so hot and tight and she’s so perfect. Tears spring up in the corners of her eyes, but she’s smiling. I kiss them away and I rock back slow and easy, not wanting to hurt her any more than I have to.

“Are you okay?” I press my forehead against hers.

She nods against me. “Yeah. Perfect.”

I can’t remember ever fucking a woman like this. It’s because I’m not fucking her. I’m making love to her, something I never do. It’s emotional sex of the highest form, and God help me if I don’t feel my heart pinching a little with each thrust, knowing I’m giving her more of myself than I’ve ever given anyone.

Guiding her hips, I control the pace, taking her slow and easy no matter how bad I want to rut into her.

Fuck, I need to have her in my bed—under me. I want her to come on my cock and remember this night forever.

“Come on.”

After toweling our bodies off faster than humanly possible I spread her legs, naked on my bed.

I should be careful and be safe, but I want nothing more than to mark her. I want to come inside her virgin pussy.

As I join her in bed I can’t help but notice her staring at my camera.

The thought of being able to watch this later makes my cock grow another inch. “Want it on?”

“Yes.”

I move from the bed long enough to press record. Then I walk back toward her slowly, stroking my shaft. Claire watches every single movement.

Her fingers twitch and I know she wants to touch herself but she’s nervous. Goddamn, I’m going to enjoy helping her explore her sexuality.

“Touch yourself, like you already did in that same spot.” It’s a command, not a request.

Her hand slides between the valley of her breasts. At a leisurely pace she runs her fingers over her nipples. They harden under her fingers and I stroke myself harder and faster.

I watch as she lets go and her hand moves lower to her clit, rubbing it in a lazy circle.

The bed dips under my weight as I lay next to her.

I take her hand by the wrist. “Now touch me.” I guide her hand to my aching cock. Her dainty fingers can barely wrap around me, and they slide up and down, slow and steady.

Then I say something I’ve never told another woman in my entire life. “You’re in control. Show me what you’d have done if I’d walked in on you.”

Her mouth curves into a smile and she sits up on her knees. Good girl.

Her tongue starts just above my balls and she licks up the length of my shaft. Electricity pulses through my limbs at her touch. Her sweet mouth is tight as she suctions her lips over the head of my cock.

Fisting my hand in her hair I push her head down and pull it back up, helping guide the pace. Knowing that I’m her first does something to me. A warmth blooms in my chest.

Her hand moves in time with her mouth as she gets a rhythm going. As good as she’s getting at giving head, I need in that pussy. I can’t take it any longer.

I slide my cock out of her mouth and roll her onto her back.

She writhes under me like she can’t take another second without me inside her. Cock in hand, I rub the head along the seam of her tight pussy, teasing her, coating myself with her arousal.