Maxine Sullivan - Australian Millionaires

She almost choked, then recovered quickly. “How many have you made love to?”

“I don’t find men attractive. Now women, that’s more my style.”

Her eyes filled with derision. “I guess it’s more an art form than a technique with you then.”

He leaned back in his chair, curious at her remark.

She pressed on. “I’d say you’ve had plenty of practice having sex.”

“True. But I’ve always practiced safe sex, so you have no worries on that score.”

“I’m relieved,” she said drily.

“It’s important, Kia.”

She sighed. “I know.”

“So, Kia.” He paused and took a sip of wine. “How many lovers have you had?”

“One.”

He arched a brow as the muscles at the back of his neck tensed. Could she really be as innocent as all that?

She shot him a defiant look. “Hey, you asked, so don’t blame me if you don’t like the answer.”

His eyes narrowed. “I know your game. You think I’ll back off if you tell me you’re inexperienced.”

She placed her fork on the table. “Actually, I don’t care what you think. It’s the truth.”

His gut clenched. “Tell me about it.”

“Why should I?”

“Because I want no more secrets between us, Kia. Not in bed, anyway.”

She considered him for a long moment. Then she said, “I lost my virginity at a party when I was fifteen. It was the one and only time I got drunk and I gave it away to the first boy that looked at me because my father had just gotten married and didn’t want his ‘plain-looking’ daughter at his wedding and I needed to feel loved. He didn’t even ask me my name.”

She said it so matter-of-factly that he believed her. He swore under his breath.

She shrugged. “I hardly remember most of it. I was just so lucky not to have found myself pregnant.”

He scowled. “The boy didn’t use protection?”

“I was too drunk to notice.”

“But surely—” His jaw clenched, then he forced himself to relax. “I’ll make a deal with you. We’ll make love, but if at any time you want me to stop, I will.”

Her throat convulsed. “You’d do that?”

Something softened inside him. “I want a willing female in my bed. I don’t get my kicks from forcing a woman.” Rising, he held out his hand. “I need you. Need to make love with you, Kia Benton,” he said, deliberately saying her name, wanting her to know that he knew exactly who she was, unlike the boy who had stripped her of her virginity. “I promise you this won’t be like your first time.”

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