"A little," I admit, wincing slightly.

His wicked blue eyes search my face. "You have to know that I fucking treasure what we did last night. You gave me something that's priceless-your trust."

"Why wouldn't I trust you?" I ask, genuinely perplexed. "I've trusted you since I was fourteen."

"People change, kitten." He kisses me again, then lets me go. "Why don't we stay in this morning and afternoon-play hooky from the world?"

"Sundays are made for sleeping in, but I'm not that tired." Actually, I'm exhausted.

"Bullshit," he says with a sexy grin. "I kept you up all night and you were a virgin. You need to heal from that."

"I'm sore, not dying," I grumble.

He throws his head back and laughs. "Your body, baby. Up to you. I only wanted to be considerate."

"Last night you were very considerate of me," I say, and he stops laughing.

"I wanted your first time to be perfect," he says in all seriousness.

Images of last night fill my head. His mouth on mine. His hands caressing. The feel of him inside of me...the way he held me afterward. How tender he was.

"It was perfect," I say softly.

"Wish like hell I could stay here with you, but I have a business to run." He rubs the back of his neck. "At least we have tonight."

"Can you be home before too late in the evening?" I bat my lashes at him.

"Yeah, I can do that." He groans. "Actually, I can't. I'm doing interviews with Emmett. How about if I promise to be here before eight? We'll move out dinner with Rowan and Seth to tomorrow night."

"Sounds good to me." I coast my hand over his chest, reveling in the feel of him. "I bet I won't be so sore anymore, either, and I'll do my breathing treatment before you get here, so I can jump you as soon as you walk inside." I'm talking majorly big talk, but he seems to like it.

"I'm going to do you so good tonight, Piper," he promises. "So fucking good."

He moves to the door, and I start to push back the covers. "Have a good day."

"Have pity on me, baby. Keep that beautiful body covered until I leave."

I giggle, then pull the covers up to my nose. "This better?"

"Brat," he says.

Pouting a little, I lower the covers and stick out my bottom lip. "Can't you stay with me just a little bit longer?"

He lingers in the doorway, then shakes his head. "Fuck it. I got time."

"What?" He actually fell for my minuscule powers of seduction?

He reaches the bed in three long strides and rips the sheet away before hooking his arms around my thighs and pulling me to the edge of his bed. Before I can say another word, he buries his head between my legs and licks me.

I cry out and fist the bedsheets, moaning his name over and over while he brings me to a fast and hard orgasm. My body twists up and I almost buck him off me, so intense is the pleasure.

When he's done, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and says, "From now on, that's how I'm waking you up in the morning."

It's all I can do to mumble, "I approve of that message."

- As soon as I hear Jase's motorcycle pulling into the drive that night, I yank off my robe and run a hand through my hair, fluffing the loose curls. Then I reapply cherry lip gloss.

The door opens and closes with a bang. His footsteps pound on the stairs.

Heart racing, I move to the chair in his bedroom and lean against it, trying to show my breasts off. All I'm wearing is a smile and a pair of hooker heels, as Rowan calls them. They're black with huge cuffs around the ankle. The cuffs are covered with rhinestones that make them sparkle.

Jase's door flies open and he walks in, his chest heaving like he ran the entire way from work.

His eyes widen in appreciation and he begins to take off his clothes as he crosses the room. "Breathing treatments done for the night?" He stands before me, nude and erect. I can't take my eyes off of him.

Wordlessly, I nod.

"Good." He slams his mouth against me, his tongue sliding into mine. He licks at me, his hands running up and down my back until they settle on my hips. He pulls me to him, rubbing his erection against me. I shudder in response.

Dropping to his knees and cupping my bottom, he all but shoves his face between my thighs. His silky hair brushes my inner thighs.

I gasp as he slides one long finger inside of me, then another.

His tongue presses against my clit, and I watch as he pleasures me. Letting go of my bottom, he takes one of my legs and hooks it over his shoulder, giving him better access to my sex.

"I thought about you all day. About eating your pussy. About making you come and listening to those sweet whimpers." He runs his nose along my inner thigh. "Want every bit of that honey all over my face." His hot breath puffs against my sensitive skin. "Right now."

I grab the chair, holding on for dear life as he licks me. As he sucks on my clit and makes me cry out. Moving my hips, I try to find a rhythm to match his, but all he does is grab me tighter and order me to stay still.

He swirls his tongue around my clit, and I swallow a moan. "I'm going to fuck you with my tongue." Pulling his fingers out of me, he licks downward and thrusts his tongue inside of me. His hands spread my cheeks apart and I feel one of his fingers press against me, then the tip eases in. My vision sparks.

"Oh God, I'm going to come."

Standing suddenly, he drags me to the front of the chair and sits. My entire body throbs and all I want to do is come. "Get on your knees in front of me."

"What?" I stare at him, bewildered and...turned on.

He grabs my wrists and pulls. I kneel in front of him. "Take my cock in your mouth, no hands."

Parting my lips, I take the wide head inside.

His fingers fist in my hair and he doesn't waste any time as he begins to move. His cock goes deeper and my eyes water. Pulling back a little, I use my tongue on him and run it up and down the length.

"That's right." He spreads his legs wider and I can't help but stare at him while I take him in my mouth again. He's like a king on his throne, broad chested, muscular, and enough ink to reaffirm that he is in fact a very bad boy. His fallen angel face is serious, tight, his lips drawn back and baring his teeth. I'm not sure if he's holding back on me or wants to prolong what I'm doing to him.

As I suck him, my body grows hotter, needier...more desperate for him, for an orgasm he didn't give me. I squeeze my thighs together in an attempt to relieve the pressure.

He leans over me and smacks my bottom. The movement forces his penis deeper and I almost gag. "Don't you dare come."

I shake my head, peering up at him. He studies me for a minute. "Tonight, you're in charge."

His erection pops out of my mouth. "What do you mean?" How can I be the one in charge when he's the one giving all the orders?

"You're going to fuck me in this chair. Woman on top position."

Intrigued by the possibility, I start to fiddle with the buckles of my shoe.

"Those stay on."

"Okay." Carefully, so I don't stab him with my shoes, I lower myself onto him, his cock hot against me. I take it in my hands, stroking him while I rub him against my clit.

"Damn, Piper." His head falls back. "Can't take much more."

He can't take much more? I'm a ball of nerves on the edge. "I'm ready when you are."

His eyes open, the blue of his eyes standing out against his flushed cheeks. He takes his cock away from me and positions it at my entrance, then grabs my hips and pulls me down.

When he finally enters me, it's in slow degrees that make me gasp his name. I'm sore...deliciously so and greedy for him.

Settling my hands on his broad shoulders, I begin to move my hips. His hands grab my butt, pushing me forward as he thrusts.

"Piper...you are so wet," he groans. He buries his face between my breasts, then leans back to take a nipple into his hot mouth and suck so hard that it sends a jolt of lust straight to my clitoris.

The fabric of the chair abrades the skin on my legs as I move faster and faster.

"Ride me, baby. Ride me so hard. This cock is yours. Fuck it." His fingers dig into my skin. "Show me how much you want me."

I swear I grow wetter at his words. "I do want you. I've wanted you forever." He slides all the way inside of me and I cry out at the feeling.

"Balls deep in your pussy," he growls before scraping his teeth over my throat. "Make me come, Piper. Milk me and make me come."

My sex clenches.

"Like that...do that again."

Desperate to please him, I try to do as he asks, but I'm not sure if I'm doing anything right. Last night, he was in charge. He positioned my body, held me tight, and-"I don't know what to do," I cry.

I'm so frustrated that I stop moving.

Tenderness gleams in his eyes as he frames my face in his hands. "I forget you're new at this. Let me help you."

He thrusts his hips up and then pulls back a little, only to move inside of me once more. Pleasure rocks me, my nerves coming alive again, and I moan.

"Better?" he asks in a whisper.

I nod. "Much."

He slides his hands down my throat, over my breasts, and then down the sides of my waist. "You are so soft, so pretty...I love touching you."

In the blink of an eye, he turns into the lover I had last night. He whispers words of encouragement, helps me move, and runs his hands over my entire body until I'm shaking with desire.

With every slide of my body against his, I get closer and closer to the edge. His fingers find my swollen clit and rub it hard.

"Come, baby. Come all over my cock," he whispers in my ear before he bites down on the lobe.

My body shatters. I scream his name. He shoves deeply, so deeply that I can feel each hot spurt inside of me as he comes. He doesn't stop moving, keeps thrusting and rocking my hips. I swear he starts to get hard again, but then he kisses me softly.

"Missed you today."

"Hard day at work?" I ask.

"Emmett and I argued a lot today, over stupid stuff." My heart begins to race. I need to tell Jase about the conversation I had with Emmett. "Constantly questioning my method and shit. I'm not sure if I'm cut out to be someone's business partner."

"Maybe it's the partner and not you," I venture. "Y'all should have a meeting and write down goals you want to achieve."

He laughs, the movement of his body making my taut nipple scrape against his chest. "I can't believe you're giving me business advice while my cock's in you. I value your opinion, but baby, let me leave work at work tonight."

Instead of answering him right away, I lay my head on him and close my eyes.

"Things will get better."

He skims my back with his hand and then cups my neck, massaging it. "Already has."

- The next day, instead of eating lunch in the little park near the Women's Center, I meet Rowan for lunch. When I pull into the parking lot, her Camaro is already there.

"That's a first," I say, getting out of my car. While Rowan is on time, she is never early. However, Mother says that to be on time is to be at least ten minutes early. It's a habit I can't break, no matter how hard I try.

Once I'm inside the sushi place, the hostess leads me to a table near the window. It's semi-secluded, perfect for conversations about weddings and losing one's virginity.

When Rowan sees me, she leaps up from her chair and gives me a hug. I return it enthusiastically, because that's how I feel. Well, and slightly nervous.

"I've already ordered for us," Rowan says. "So sit and tell everything that won't make me puke."

"Your brother is teaching me how to cook."

Her face falls. "That's exciting."

"He went to the doctor with me to learn how to help me manage my asthma for when we are"-I glance around the room and lower my voice-"intimate."

Rowan's lips twitch.

"Sorry. I sound silly."

My best friend shakes her head. "You sound like you, and you know I love you."

"Are you-do you think poorly of me?" I don't know why I ask this, but Rowan's approval means more to me than anyone else's. Except for Jase's.

"As long as Jase treats you like you deserve, no. Even then, even if he did something stupid, I'd only think very bad things about his dumb ass, not yours." Rowan grabs my hand and squeezes it reassuringly. "So...without going into too much detail, or really any detail at all, was it everything you expected?"