All Chapters of Sin For Me, Mr. Virgin : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

==Elliot==---"It's my mother."The color drained from Delilah's face.She stared at the phone like it might bite her."You don't have to answer," I said."I haven't heard from her in two years."The phone kept ringing. Insistent.She took a breath. Answered."Hello?"I watched her face transform. Every wall she'd let down with me rebuilt in seconds."I don't have. No. That's not. Mom, I can't just."Her voice was different. Smaller. Like a child seeking approval."I don't have that kind of money. Why would you even. No. You can't call after two years and expect."She pressed fingers to her temple. Eyes squeezed shut.I moved closer. Wanting to help. Not knowing how."That's not fair. You don't. Mom, listen to me."Long pause. She was listening to something that made her go rigid."You wouldn't. How did you. That's private. That's none of your business."My stomach dropped."That's blackmail. You're actually blackmailing me. Your own daughter."Her hand shook violently. I steadied he

==Delilah==---Three days.I'd ignored his calls for three days.Seventeen missed calls. Twenty-three texts.I read every one. Responded to none.*Are you okay?**Please talk to me.**Did I do something wrong?**Delilah, I'm worried.**At least let me know you're safe.*Each message made the guilt worse.But I couldn't answer. Couldn't face what I'd done.I'd run. Again. Exactly like he'd accused me of.So I buried myself in work.Back to back client sessions. Emergency appointments. Late nights at the office.Anything to avoid thinking. Feeling. Remembering.But nights were harder.Alone in my apartment. In the bed where we'd first been together.I couldn't stop thinking about him.The way he'd touched me. Made love to me. Held me while I cried.The way he'd whispered "I love you" thinking I was asleep.My hand slid between my legs. Betraying me.I was wet. Already. Just from thinking about him.I hated myself for it.Hated that my body wanted him even as I pushed him away.My finge

==Delilah==---"Then we'll learn together."The words hung between us.I was still on my desk. He was still inside me. City lights glittering below.Reality slowly seeping back in."We can't keep doing this," I said."Doing what?""Fighting. Running. Having sex instead of talking.""Agreed.""I'm serious, Elliot.""So am I." He pulled out carefully. Helped me down. "So let's talk. Actually talk."I adjusted my clothes. Tried to find composure.Difficult when I could still feel him between my legs."What do you want from me?" I asked."A relationship. A real one.""We barely know each other.""Then let's get to know each other. Properly. Not just in bed.""That's. You mean like dating?""Yes. Like dating. Dinner. Movies. Normal couple things.""I don't do normal couple things.""Maybe it's time to start."I sat in my desk chair. Processing.A relationship. With Elliot. Actually trying.The thought terrified me."I don't know how," I admitted quietly."Neither do I. We'll figure it out

==Delilah==---"Don't stop."We shouldn't be doing this.Hidden between library stacks. His fingers inside me. Anyone could walk by.But I couldn't make myself care."Again," I whispered."Here?""Yes."He worked me toward another orgasm. Slow. Torturous.When I came. Silent. Trembling.He withdrew carefully. Adjusted my clothes."We need somewhere private," he said."My place?""Too close to work. Someone might see.""Yours?""Same problem. And Adrian's been asking questions."We stared at each other. Same realization."Hotel," I said."Hotel," he agreed.---We checked in separately. Different entrances. Careful.Met on the eighth floor. Room 812.Anonymous. Private. Perfect.The door closed behind us.We looked at each other.Entire night. No interruptions. No fear of being caught.Just us."Hi," he said."Hi.""This is. We have a whole hotel room.""Very observant.""I mean. We can take our time. Do this right.""Do what right?""Everything."He kissed me. Slow. Deep. No rush.We

==Delilah==After the interview. Be ready.His message burned into my brain.Two more days. Forty-eight hours.I could survive forty-eight hours.Except I was dying. Slowly. Aching for him constantly.Work was torture. Every client session. Every lecture. All I could think about was him.My phone buzzed during an afternoon session.Elliot.Thinking about you.I shouldn't respond. Had a client sitting across from me.But I did anyway. Under the desk. Discreet.Thinking about you too.What specifically?Your hands. Your mouth. How you feel inside me.Delilah. I'm in a faculty meeting.Sorry.Don't be sorry. Keep going.Can't. Client session.Tonight then. Call me.Okay.I put my phone away. Tried to focus.Failed miserably.That night. Nine PM. I called.He answered immediately."Hi," he said.Just his voice. Deep. Warm. Made me ache."Hi. How was your day?""Productive. Exhausting. I'm ready for tomorrow to be over.""Nervous?""Terrified.""You'll be brilliant. You always are.""I hop