Dorie Graham - The Last Virgin

Sabrina stood on tiptoe and pressed the full length of her body to his.

He stood motionless, tormented.

Her breath whispered across his lips. Her mouth brushed his. Her tongue touched his lower lip.

With a moan, he swept his arms around her and claimed her mouth. He drank deeply of her sweetness, desire ripping through him as she moved against him. He skimmed his hands down her back then lower to cup her bottom.

She drew back, face flushed, lips round and tempting. Slowly she pulled the tie of her robe until it loosened. Arching her back, she parted her robe. “Touch me.”

Noah’s gaze riveted to her breasts. She was more beautiful than he’d imagined. He ached to touch her, to taste her. Closing his eyes, he set her on her feet.

“Sabrina, if I do, I won’t be able to stop.”

She leaned close to whisper in his ear, “Maybe I don’t want you to stop.”

Dear Reader,

I can’t relate how excited I am to be a part of the new Blaze line! These books combine two of my favorite elements—a hot read and lots of romance. Thanks for joining us in the fun.

When I brainstormed this story, I got hooked on the irony of transforming a romantic virgin into a sexy seductress and a womanizing cynic into the defender of her virtue. On the night of her twenty-fifth birthday, Sabrina Walker feels like the last virgin on earth. When she learns it took a bimbo as a bribe for Noah Banks to take her to dinner, she decides to lose her virginity.

But after a night in his arms, Sabrina realizes that Noah may have claimed more than her body. Bent on proving that the disturbing emotions he stirs stem from the fact that he was her first, she heads to the beach in search of a weekend fling. Noah follows and spends the weekend staving off her would-be suitors.

Little does he know that one is married, one too young and none are as sexy as he. Can he maintain his role of knight in shining armor when Sabrina targets him for seduction?

I hope you enjoy this romantic journey as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Best wishes,

Dorie Graham

www.millsandboon.co.uk

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

“NOAH, I’M DESPERATE!” Panic laced Mona Freeman’s voice.

Noah Banks swallowed in discomfort. His stomach tightened. Normally women spoke those words to him with a sultry breathlessness, something he felt more capable of handling.

He’d stepped into his partner, Cliff Walker’s office with nothing more on his mind than reviewing the day’s trading and their clients’ portfolios over their nightly shot of tequila. The last thing he’d expected was to walk in on a tiff between Cliff and his wife-to-be.

Noah’s gaze swung from Mona to Cliff. Cliff sat rigid behind his massive walnut desk. His expression reminded Noah of his own father facing off with his mother, back in the days when they tolerated being in the same room.

Mona lunged toward Noah and he stiffened. Her small hands clung to his arm, eliciting a sense of frustration. Why did he have this desire to help her, when he’d never been adept at defusing domestic squabbles?

Reluctantly, he placed his hand on hers. He was almost afraid to ask, given Cliff’s stormy expression. “What’s the trouble?”

“No!” Cliff burst from his chair, sending it listing at an odd angle. “I told you. He…” his finger shook as he pointed at his partner “…is not an option.”

Noah shot him a glare. What was up with Cliff? Though he had no idea what his partner was referring to, the words stung. Noah opened his mouth to protest, then shut it.

Cliff was right. Whatever it was, they could work it out without him. Cliff could take care of his own hysterical woman. Noah took a step toward the office door he’d unwittingly entered.

Mona swung along with him. “Cliff, Noah’s your best man, and our only hope.”

With a tight smile, Noah patted her stiff fingers. “I’ll come back later. Looks like you two need to work this out alone.”

“Oh, no.” Her eyes widened, turned pleading. “We need you.”

“No!” In an instant, Cliff stood before them, his dark hair sticking out at odd angles as though he’d literally tried to yank it from his scalp. “We’ll just have to tell her and let her get there on her own.”

“But, Cliff…” Mona’s bottom lip trembled. She blinked. “That will spoil it. I’ve been planning it for weeks. She has to arrive precisely at nine, or the whole surprise will be ruined. You know how much I have riding on this. She hates me and I need this party to win her over. I think she resents me for scheduling the wedding so close to her birthday. Oh, please.” Huge tears rolled down her cheeks. She let out a choking sob.

Noah intensified his hand patting. The tightness in his stomach rolled into a knot. What was it about a woman’s tears that made him go all soft inside? Damn it, he’d never been able to say no to a female in need. “Who has to get where?”

“S-S-Sabrina.” Mona sniffed. “She has to get to her surprise birthday p-party.”

“Sabrina?” Noah asked, unable to place the name.

“C-Cliff’s sister.”

Noah glanced at Cliff where he stood rigid and sullen. He’d mentioned a sister when they’d been at Auburn five years ago, but Noah had never met her.

“That’s it? That’s what all these waterworks are about?” Women were such emotional creatures. He swung his gaze from Mona’s tear-streaked face to Cliff’s stony expression. “You just need someone to play chauffeur?”

“It would mean the world to me to win her over. I think this might do it.” Tears still glistened in Mona’s eyes as she stared up at him, but a grateful glow lit their blue depths. “You can’t let on about the party.”

She let go of his arm to move beside Cliff. “Cliff will help you work out the details.” She tilted her face up to her fiancé. “Okay?”

“No.” His voice had lost some of its earlier vehemence.

Her fingertips traced his cheek. She brushed her body against his. “For me?”

He shut his eyes for a moment, then scooped his arm around her in surrender. “I really don’t like this.”

With a happy squeal, she threw her arms around him. “I love you. They’ll be in a public place. Then we’ll all be there to chaperone. It’ll be fine.”

She placed a fat kiss on his lips, then broke away to find her purse, her tears reduced to an occasional sniffle. “I’ve got to go see about the flowers for the wedding. You explain to Noah.” She swept from the room.