Desired (Eight Tasks for the Blushing Virgin)

Sofia Moreno and Paul, her strikingly handsome savior, are now on the run from Paul’s father – the powerful crime lord, Nicholas Greco.

Nicholas has no choice. For Sofia’s betrayal, he has to teach her a severe lesson or lose his status in the crime community. But it breaks his heart to have to punish Paul as well.

Sofia and Paul flee to Europe. They will have to do a lot of questionable things to survive. Meanwhile, the FBI closes the net on Nicholas.

DESIRED is the fourth volume in the EIGHT TASKS FOR THE BLUSHING VIRGIN erotica drama series. It contains 21,000 words.

BOOKS IN THIS SERIES

Deflowered
Debauched
Deceived
Desired

Excerpt:

Paul looks up at me expectantly.

“Come,” he says, patting the bed space beside him.

He hasn’t started eating yet. He was obviously waiting for me. Somehow, that gesture touches me more than anything.

I crawl onto the bed. Our bare legs sidle against each other’s for a moment, and I shyly pull mine away. I am wearing my robe, and extremely aware that if I sit in an unladylike position, my pussy would be displayed for his viewing pleasure. So I arrange the hem of my robe in such a manner that I am discreetly covered, and proceed to take my burger in my hands and eat it.

“Bon appetit,” he says.

We devour our burgers and fries. For drink, he has ordered two tall bottles of Coke, and we consume all of it as well. I am very aware of his warmth and presence beside me, and of the bulge in his crotch. He is not hard – yet. He just has a very nice, full package.

He catches me eyeing it now and again, and I flush. He thankfully chooses not to say anything.

When we finish, I put the tray aside.

“I’m going to take a shower,” he announces.

I watch him as he strides towards the bathroom, his muscles sleek like a cougar’s. I almost expect him to strip off his underwear in front of me. But again, he chooses to blindside me by keeping it on.
He closes the door discreetly behind him.

I am already in bed, still in my robe, when he finally exits with a towel wrapped around his waist. He rubs his hair dry with a smaller hand towel as he gazes at me out of half-lidded eyes. I am not pretending to be asleep, to my credit, but I’m unsure of how to act.
What do you say to a beautiful boy you are extremely conscious of and who has just saved your life? If you chose to reward him in a certain manner, would he think you a hussy?

Paul switches off the overhead lights and we are left with just the one cheap lamp burning beside the bed.

“Don’t mind if I take my towel off,” he murmurs.

I hold my breath as he removes the white covering around his slim waist. His penis is already semi-hard and standing at half-mast.

“I want you really bad, Sofia,” he says in a choked voice, “but I’ll keep my promise. No sex unless you want it.”

He doesn’t say anything more as he gets under the covers beside me.