The billionaire's virgin princess

“I want you, Mariah. But I want to enjoy owning you. I want to take you one piece at a time, and make you cry out in pleasure every step of the way.” Her heart beats so fast that she was surprised he doesn’t hear it, or at least feel it in his fingers, which now trail across her chest toward her exposed cleavage. It takes conscious effort to breathe, to keep herself from begging him to take her right now. She was not even sure if it’s because she want to get this over with, anymore, or if it’s just because his touch, his voice, those self-assured words of his, are making her hot as hell. He leans in closer, and her lips tremble, anticipating the feel of his rough mouth against hers, the scratch of his stubble on her soft cheek. But he tilts his head, brings his lips beside her ear instead, and whispers, his breath hot on her neck as he does. Everything inside her seemed to melt. A burn started between her legs, and her hands curled around his muscular forearms in an effort to keep

~NINE WEEKS LATER~Mariah's povI clock out and wave goodbye to my fellow waitresses as I finish my shift. My whole body is heavy from the strain of a busy shift."Why are you settling for a waitressing job Mariah? You're a freaking Architect for Christ's sake. Plus, you were cum laude. I've seen your designs too. They're fantastic. You've got real talent girl. Anyone would want to hire you."My best friend asked me when I told her about this job a month ago. Naturally, I want a job related to my profession. However, given the present circumstances, I probably will have a hard time working outside of the house. Which is why I settled for a job that I can leave easily.Before I was hired by the restaurant, I informed them that I will only be working with them for six- seven months. By such time I was expecting my hugeness to inhibit my moving around. So before that, I plan to maximize my income-generating efforts. I work at the restaurant from 6 AM to 2 PM then hurry home to put in as