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having it on the brain to the exclusion of everything else? I don’t think I’ve ever been this consumed by anything as much as this. When I was riding him just now in the tub, all I kept thinking about is when can we do it again? For that reason, I’m not too put out about him ordering me to stay here. Next time I’ll be sure to make him ask nicely though, can’t have him thinking that he’s the boss or who knows what hell he’d wreak on my poor self.

I pulled his way too large tee shirt on over my head when I walked back into the bedroom and only then realized that the sheets had been changed. I know he says he has servants, but I have yet to see one around, and this is just too spooky. He came back into the room with a tray laden down with food to find me standing there in a daze.

“What is it? What’s the matter? Are you hurt?” He rushed to put the tray down on the bed and come to me, and I hid my smile. That reaction right there is perfect. That’s the way my dad acts if mom so much as sneezes, and I happen to know for a fact that as tough as dad tends to be, mom has him wrapped around her little finger.

“I don’t think I like that look on your face Samantha.” Oops, he stood in front of me, clasping my shoulders with a look of wariness on his face. I grinned, feeling happy and light and not at all worried that I’d given up my cherished virginity to one of the wealthiest men in the world, who may or may not stick around. “I’m starving; let’s eat.” I moved to jump playfully onto the bed, but the shock of pain had me doubling over as I cried out.

“SAMANTHA!” His reaction actually stopped the pain in its tracks, or at least it was strong enough to take my mind off the searing pain. I think that’s the moment I fell all the way in love with one Jared Macalister, alpha nerd extraordinaire, when he rushed to my side with a look of such terror on his face that it erased the very real pain between my thighs.

JARED

Fuck, I knew this was going to happen. I told her… no, I can’t blame her. I’m the one with experience; I should’ve stopped her, but I was too fucking greedy, and now she’s hurting. I sat on the bed next to her and pulled her gently onto my lap before reaching for the phone. I wanted to call my mother, but she’s in a whole other state and will be of no help, so I did the next best thing, I called my assistant and Jane of all trades.

“Lisa, get me the name and number of the best female GYN in the city; better yet, get her here as soon as possible.”

“I’m on it!” I hung up the phone and hugged Samantha close with my heart in my lungs. She was still clutching herself between her thighs, making me feel like the biggest bastard.

“Someone will be here soon, baby, just hang on.” I had no doubt that Lisa would get the job done. She’s never failed me before. That’s what I pay her for. Though all it usually takes is my name to get the ball moving, she has the patience to deal with people the way I don’t.

“Jared, I don’t need a doctor.”

“You need one if I say you do.” I felt her forehead to see if she had a fever because I’d read somewhere that some women got one after losing their virginity. I’d had the whole deflowering night planned out in my head. I was going to take her out somewhere and lull her into a state of acceptance, then give her some kind of pain pill beforehand, maybe.

I planned to have things prepared ahead of time to avoid just this from happening. Guilt ate away at me. Because of my selfishness, I’ve hurt her, and though I like a little rough play in bed, it’s never intended to cause the kind of pain that would make her hold herself the way she is right now. “Move your hand. Let me see.”

“Jared, that’s… you can’t look there.” Her face was red as a damn fire engine. Really! This is the female that just rode me to climax in the bathtub; she