Chapter Eighteen- Preparations For A Date With Destiny

Virginia's POV

It wasn't fair for men like Brooks Callahan to know how to kiss. Because he didn't just kiss, he consumed. His touch, along with his taste, lingered long after the kiss ended and with just one brush of my fingertips to my mouth and I was already transported back into that car as if we weren't interrupted.

By the time my alarm sounded for the start of that next morning, my mind conjured more than enough scenarios. They always began the same with my orgasm pulling through and his face darkening with clear lust. Where he took me changed from the hood of the car to the backseat and even in his office as if we were following the storyline of being interrupted. But even if the journey may have differed, the destination was always the same, it left me giving my virtue to him. If we would have remained, there wasn't a doubt in my mind that I would have. I still couldn't tell if I was grateful or disappointed that I hadn't.

Coming down the stairs to bre