The Virgin Intern(12)

Andrew’s eyes are closed now, his muscles taut and straining. His hand moving so quickly that I know he must be close. I feel myself get wet, and tighten my legs together. But nothing can stop all the blood in my body from rushing to my face.

“Hmm.” My uncle narrows his eyes. “Are you all right, Naomi? You seem flushed. You’re not getting sick, are you?” He takes a step back, as if I might be contagious.

I laugh, a strangled sound. “It’s just the heat. I’m fine. Better than fine. Perfect.”

At that moment I see Andrew’s whole body jerk, and I see him come. Semen spills out over his fingers and onto my underwear. He continues to stroke his cock and he comes longer than I thought possible. The way his eyes are closed in ecstasy, the way his mouth has fallen open, is so sexy I’m practically coming myself, and I think my heart may have actually stopped. My uncle is definitely going to know something’s wrong now. I’m soaking wet and my mouth is dry and I don’t understand why that was so hot.

“Well, make sure you drink plenty of water,” my uncle says, backing further into the hallway. “And let me know when everything is catalogued.” He turns to leave, and I let out a sigh. “Oh, and Naomi,” he says, “watch out for Finch. The more I dig, the more I think he’ll do anything to get control of the firm.”

“I will, don’t worry. Careful is my middle name,” I say weakly.

He leaves without saying anything else, and I slump in my chair. I’m overheated and horny and exhausted. And angry. I hear a door shut somewhere in the house and I know my uncle has gone into his own room.

I turn to Andrew, who’s finally pulling on his pants. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“That you look hot when you’re flustered, and that we were interrupted. I didn’t want to let Roger ruin the fun.”

“Do you have any idea what would have happened had he walked in here?”

He takes a step toward me, and I feel my body react instinctively, wanting to be closer to him. “Does it matter?”

“Of course it matters. You may not have a lot to lose, but I do. Is what he said true? Are you just using me to take down my uncle and take over Grayson & Wates?”

Andrew frowns at me. “How did your uncle suddenly end up at the center of this? What he thinks and how he feels aren’t relevant to what just happened between us.”

“That’s a lawyer’s answer,” I say. “Because it doesn’t actually answer the question.”

His eyes narrow. “Naomi, did you like the sex?”

“Of course.”

He reaches out to grab my wrist and pulls, causing me to stumble up against him. It’s very hard to ignore the fact that he’s still half-naked, and that his lips are inches from mine. “Then why does anything else matter?”

My body protesting, I pull away. “Because it does.” He’s not smiling now, instead his face is stoic. I want to think he’s feeling hurt, but that’s not what I see. “You said you’d always tell me the truth. So tell me.”

“I am telling you the truth. I really don’t see how your uncle or his approval has anything to do with us having sex.”

Another non-answer. Maybe it really is true, and this is all a means to an end. “I need to take a shower. I have to catalog all those boxes downstairs and make sure everything we need made it here.”

He moves to kiss me and I turn my head. No. Not like this.

With a sigh, Andrew picks up his shirt and slips out the door. I hear his door close, and I let myself relax.

That’s when it hits me. I’m not a virgin anymore. I smile, and allow myself to bask in the memory of that for a moment. But no, if Andrew is using me as a tool to take over the company, nothing more is going to happen. No matter how hot he is, no matter how good the sex, I won’t let my uncle’s company be taken over because of me. Even if my uncle is harsh, and an ass most of the time, he’s still the only family I have left.

I close the door to the room and start getting ready for a shower. I wasn’t lying, I do need one. A cold one.

As I’m heading to the bathroom, I see my underwear on the floor where Andrew was standing. They’re crumpled into a ball, and I can still see his come on them. I’ll just throw them away. It’s probably easier. As I pick them up, I think about how he took them and licked them like I was the best taste in the world. My pussy clenches in response. If he thinks I taste that good, I wonder what he tastes like…

It would be so easy to find out.

Before I can think about it more I lift them to my mouth and lick, drawing his come into my mouth. It’s still warm. A little salty, a little sweet, and not at all unpleasant. I swallow, and feel like I’ve just done something dirty…and hot. I take another taste, because if I have to give Andrew up, this might be my only chance. I stroke my tongue along my panties a third time before I throw them away.