Forbidden Virgin
Forbidden Series
Carmen Falcone
Contents
Dear Reader
Description
Copyright
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Also by Carmen Falcone:
Dear Reader
Do you enjoy quick, sexy reads you can devour on your commute to work, during a hot bath, or just before bedtime? Say no more! The Forbidden Series is here to bring naughty to your day or night. These books are scorching, addictive, and over-the-top delicious. All the naughty shorts—as I call them—are standalones, safe, and with guaranteed HEA. Enjoy this first book in the series, FORBIDDEN VIRGIN.
Be sure to read the first chapter of the next book, FORBIDDEN INMATE, at the end.
Happy Reading!
XOXO,
Carmen Falcone
Description
She’s in love with her father’s best friend . . .
Kate Crawford’s always had a scorching attraction to her father’s best friend, sexy hotelier Graham Davenport. Now she’s going to study in Europe, but she wants to indulge in her secret wish and lose her virginity to Graham. After all, she’s not a teenager anymore and she’s ready for some X-rated fun.
Graham Davenport hires Kate as his trainee in his luxury hotel as a favor to her father, but seeing her flaunt her hot body is driving him insane and he’s about to lose his self-control. He doesn’t want to betray the man who helped him turn around his life, but this woman is no longer a teenager with a crush. And her desire unleashes secret passions and fantasies that neither of them can deny…
Copyright
This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to any locales, or persons living or dead is coincidental.
Copyright ©2017 Carmen Falcone. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, and transmit in any form or by any means. For information on subsidiary rights, contact the author via her website: carmenfalcone.com
Edited by Wolfe Ross Editing
Cover design by Sweet & Spicy Designs
Manufactured in the United States of America
First Edition February 2017
Dedication
For all the stressed out, over-worked and crazy busy women in the world. Take off your shoes, grab a glass of wine and enjoy the ride. Graham is here for you ladies!
Chapter 1
“You’ve been a very, very bad girl, Kate,” Graham said in a low growl, and the little hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. He turned her around and pulled up her black skirt, exposing her shivering flesh. “And this is what a bad girl gets.”
He bent her over the table, the cold glass pressing against her bare breasts. Gasping, she plastered her hands on the smooth surface as he pulled down her panties. She wished she had kinkier lingerie on, instead of the boring tan-colored undies even her Tea Party grandmother would approve of.
When he palmed her ass, his hand circled it lusciously, leaving her skin warm and tender. “I’m going to fuck you hard, but first you need to pay for being a naughty girl with a crush on her father’s best friend.”
She chewed on her lower lip. How could she argue? He swatted her butt, and she heard the sharp slap before her skin tingled and throbbed for more . . . much more. “Sorry. I–I couldn’t help it,” she said, her breath fogging the glass.
He squeezed her ass again and Kate moaned, the sound so loud she’d bet the neighborhood could hear. God, what was she thinking? And why did it feel so damn good?
“You like it dirty. And now it’s time to pay for it,” he said.
Yes. Yes. Yes. She’d dreamed of this for years, and now, at the age of twenty, her fantasy would finally come true. Her nipples tightened. She ached to be touched where no other man had ever touched her before. She had saved herself for this moment. For him. Graham Davenport.
“Spread your legs for me, Kate.”
God. Her clit vibrated at the idea. He nudged her thighs apart with his hand, his fingers scissoring her soaking wet folds. She moved her head from one side to another, unable to stay still at the delicious sensations his touch evoked in her.
He groaned. “Oh, Kate . . .”
Four years. She’d wanted him for four years, and finally, they were about to—
“Kate? Kate Crawford?” said a higher-pitched male voice, much different than the one previously ringing in her ear.
Kate’s eyes opened with a start, and she almost jumped from her airplane seat. The flight attendant flashed her a friendly smile. “We’ve arrived in Maui.”
Still startled, she glanced around at the blankets and pillows left on the empty seats and littering the floor.
“Thanks,” she whispered, and grabbed her large tote in the overhead compartment. The pilot greeted her when she exited the airplane, and someone put a colorful lei around her neck.
She picked up her luggage, then headed to the area where hotel shuttles and vans picked up passengers. A burly, uniformed man in his fifties carried a sign with her name on it.
“I’m Kate Crawford,” she said, stretching out her hand. A woman with a plan, she added inwardly. The images of the dream popped in her head, and she bit back a smile.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Louie.” He reached for her luggage even before she could refuse any help. “Mr. Davenport told me to pick you up.”
He did, didn’t he? She knew the man who occupied her mind for the past few years, Graham Davenport, the world’s sexiest man who happened to be her father’s close friend, would not pick her up from the airport himself. She’d known him for a decade, and had started to feel tingly around him when she’d been sixteen.
Back then she’d blamed it on her teenage hormones, or maybe her strict upbringing had messed with her brain. She’d tried to squash that infatuation anyway she could: she turned to the church, she dated guys her age, and she studied a lot. She even ran track for the school team.
But now Kate could no longer lie to herself. She’d start a one-year course in one of the best hotel schools in Switzerland in the Fall. This summer meant her last opportunity to try to convince Graham she hadn’t saved herself for him for no reason—and she’d stop at nothing. I’m a freshman when it comes to actual sex, but a PhD when it comes to fantasizing. The time to turn her fantasies into reality had come.
She followed the driver out of the airport, and he took her to a stretch limo and not the hotel shuttle guests would hop on upon arrival at the island. Why the deferential treatment?
I know why. He opened the door for her, and she slid into the limo. This was Graham’s way of showing she was no regular tourist. She was his friend’s daughter and he’d always kept that in mind and treated her like such. However, the tables would soon turn. When she’d begged her father to ask Graham to accept her as an intern in his exclusive new resort for the summer, she knew he wouldn’t say no. Graham and her dad went way back—even though her father had a few years on Graham and was certainly more of a homebody than the sexy man who haunted her dreams.
“Is this your first time in Maui?” the driver asked before he turned on the engine.
Images of naughty dreams where Graham screwed her fast and hard against a wall or inside the sea, populated in her mind. He’d talk dirty to
her, kiss her, and claim her as his. Did he know he wanted to do all these things? Maybe not, but she wouldn’t mind showing it to him.
“Yes.” She’d take care of other first times while visiting.
“Graham, are you okay?” Sheri asked, neatly holding her iPad on her lap. They had gone through some sales reports, but he couldn’t have remembered any of the data if someone had held a gun to his head.
Graham blinked. “Yes. Of course,” he said, smoothing his tie.
“Did you go to any meetings today? I didn’t see anything on your schedule. Is this about the Preston function next week?” she asked, mentioning the fundraiser that would get him one step closer to nailing a million-dollar account he’d coveted for a long time.
“No,” he said honestly. Though he definitely should be thinking of the Preston ball and finding a proper date for it. Someone who could blend in the background and didn’t seem annoyed but also not fascinated at the thousand-dollar-per-plate event.
“Then why on Earth are you wearing a tie?” Sheri pointed at his striped gray suit and dark silky tie. “You only dress like this when you’re entertaining out-of-town business folks or meeting with big clients.”
Graham swallowed hard. He’d barely admitted to himself the way Kate Crawford stirred him, there was no way in hell he’d admit it to his assistant of five years. Though as a forty-six-year-old single mom to four kids, Sheri always knew which buttons to push to get information, so he’d better shut her down fast. “I thought I’d switch things up a bit.”
“Are you trying to impress some woman? Because with your looks and checking account, you’ve pretty much got that covered,” she said, chuckling. “But hey, the suit is a nice touch.”
He curled his fingers into a ball with white-knuckled intensity. Impressing Kate had never crossed his mind—in fact, if anything, he preferred to keep her away. Images of the bonfire gathering in Malibu flashed through his mind. Jacob had invited him for Kate’s seventeenth birthday celebration and he’d ended up going. Until then, Kate had been his friend’s daughter: someone he chatted with about music and TV shows and teased once in a while—all in good fun, of course.
She’d found him alone, staring at the Pacific Ocean, and struck up a conversation. Kate had shot some lingering glances and seductive smiles his way, but he’d ignored them. Then, she’d leaned closer to kiss him—his cue to excuse himself and leave the party immediately.
He’d made a point to only meet Jacob for activities that excluded Kate—during lunch or couples’ only dinner parties. What’d scared him most about the bonfire night wasn’t that she’d tried to kiss him—but, for one moment, he’d wanted to kiss her.
“Well?” Sheri pulled him out of his reverie.
“I need some coffee,” he said gruffly.
She tossed her curly hair to the side and surged to her feet. “Grumpy. Hmmm. I’ll find out whatever it is you’re hiding from me.”
I doubt it. What would she, or anyone, think of him lusting over someone two decades his junior? “Black coffee. No sugar. No cream.”
She flashed him a knowing smile. “I’ll be right back.”
When she closed the door behind her, Graham sighed. He ran his hand down his face, remembering the awkward conversation he’d had with Jacob Crawford. His best friend had asked him to show Kate a day-to-day routine at the resort—she would be attending a hotel school against his wishes all the way in Europe. But Jacob believed his daughter needed to have real hands-on experience, too, and who better to ask than Graham?
Graham sighed. Jacob had never asked for a thing, and he had been the one who’d loaned Graham money when he’d wanted to open his first property in California—he’d had the concept and the sweat equity but being the guy from the wrong side of the tracks, he hadn’t had the money to make it happen. His entrepreneur friend had helped him, and even though he’d paid him back well over a decade ago, that had been monetarily—he still owed him his loyalty. Damn it. Jacob had believed in his talent. And now, he should wave an olive branch to the girl who tempted him beyond belief. The only one he couldn’t have.
His phone pinged.
Did Katie arrive safely? Haven’t heard from her and she was supposed to arrive two hours ago.
Crap. Graham had sent the driver he used for VIP guests. Sure, he could have picked her up himself, but imposing limits from the beginning was better and keeping a safe distance, critical.
He glanced at the text message from Jacob. Shit. Checking on her was the least he could do. He slid his phone into his pocket and rose to his feet. Sheri entered his office again, carrying a hot cup of coffee when he lifted his hand and said, “Sorry. Gotta go.”
She said something he didn’t hear, nor wanted to. Sheri had a dangerous intuition when it came to his life, and he’d hate for her to discover the dirty secret he’d kept locked for years.
He swallowed hard.
He marched through the lobby, a couple of employees nodded or smiled at him. He strolled into the check-in area and logged into one of the computers to look for her room number.
“Looking for someone?” a female voice said, and he raised his gaze.
Kate stood on the other side of the desk. Her blue eyes gleamed, and he blinked so he wouldn’t focus on them. Staring at her was more dangerous than staring directly at the sun. His gaze slid down her long, soft neck, a pulse visibly throbbing at the base of her throat. The red spaghetti-strap dress hugged her body like a glove. Her breasts appeared fuller, much bigger than before.
Graham stepped back as if someone had threatened to fight him and he pondered if it’d be worth it or not. He’d never been in a fight he hadn’t won—and to continue his track record, he’d kept away from Kate Crawford because battling an emotion was harder than anything.
She flashed him a smile—tentative at first, then her bow-shaped lips exposed her sparkling white teeth. The last time he’d seen her she’d had her hair down her back, and now the ends curled at her shoulders, with sophisticated layers framing her beautiful face. Kate Crawford was all sultry woman, ripe for the taking. “I already checked in. I came downstairs to ask where I could find you.”
A thrill moved through him. Shit. “Tomorrow morning I’ll introduce you to the general manager, who’ll go over some paperwork and goals to make sure you get the most out of your time here.”
“Thanks.”
He cleared his throat. “You should text your father.”
“I will. I guess I’ll just order room service.” She shrugged. “Nice seeing you, Graham,” she said, and walked away.
He sucked in his breath. Shouldn’t he at least feed her? They knew each other, and he couldn’t let her order room service during her first night in Hawaii before her trainee program. Wouldn’t it be the right thing to do? She’d text Jacob and tell him his best friend hadn’t even bothered to make her arrival special. Damn. Jacob always made time for him when he visited L.A., where Graham used to live. Many times he’d even throw a dinner affair. Once he’d visited California during his birthday and Jacob and his wife, Anna, prepared a surprise birthday party for him. And what was he doing in return?
“Kate,” he called, and she turned around. “I’ll take you for dinner tonight. I’ll pick you up at the lobby at seven.”
“I’ll be ready.”
Graham forced a smile. One dinner and that would be all.
Chapter 2
Kate pulled down the hem of her sleeveless black dress. She had never worn anything so revealing on a first date. Well, it wasn’t exactly a date but she’d work on the semantics later. She’d goaded Graham into taking her out for dinner, but thankfully he’d fallen for it.
Graham’s sense of duty continued as strong as ever—and so did his hotness. She should have touched herself to get the edge off but there had been no time. She’d used the last two hours to take a long hot bath, then carefully applied makeup to make her blue eyes pop, and pondered which dress would help her reach her goal faster.
T
he LBD won the contest: it showed the valley between her breasts, hugged her curves, and the hem whispered at her thighs. She would have to be careful whenever she sat or climbed stairs, otherwise passers-by would get a full view of her bare ass.
Kate didn’t care. For the longest time, she’d been the awkward ugly duckling—her sister Marjorie had a foot over her, with endless legs, perfect bone structure and slim as a top model. Kate, on the other hand, had struggled with acne during her teens, made use of high heels to seem taller than her five feet five, and certainly had a stubborn roundness in her belly and hips even crazy workouts hadn’t killed. But tonight she’d leave old insecurities behind and become the bold woman she’d dreamed of becoming. The woman Graham had helped to bring to life, even if he didn’t know it yet.
She grabbed the gold clutch that matched her stiletto shoes and headed out of the room. When she entered the elevator, a couple of men gave her lingering glances but didn’t say a word. She kept her eye on the numbers changing and didn’t worry about them. Ever since she’d begun to buy sexy clothes for this trip, a sense of purpose grew inside her. She wanted to be attractive for Graham, for him to treat her like she was a sexy, grown-up woman and not his friend’s daughter.
When the elevator pinged, she exited to the lobby. Thankfully, a number of guests had just checked in and gathered in small groups, chattering too lively to notice her presence. She headed for the round sofa at the front, wondering whether she should sit or not. Sitting meant she’d have to keep pulling at her dress, and that would kill her vibe.
She stood, knowing damn well she was five minutes late. But nothing short of a cocktail of Xanax would calm her nerves. Besides, she wanted to be fully alert for all the sensations he evoked in her.
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