Page 132 of Speak No Claim

“Jesus! You’re twenty! Are you having sex every day with random women?”

“I lost my virginity when I was thirteen. It’s like a rite of passage among the Devereaux men. Add a girl a month, maybe a few, give or take in seven years, and you have your number.”

My mouth dropped. “Oh my God! You’re a man whore!”

He chuckled. “I’d say experienced, but again, we can go with your definition.”

“And you used a condom every time? Because you sure as hell don’t use one with me.”

He smiled. “That’s because you’re holy.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

He simply stated, “You’re on the pill.”

My mouth dropped again. “It’s truly disturbing that you know that only because you’ve stalked me on camera.”

“Stalked implies I stopped.”

Sitting up, I smacked him on the chest. “You’re still watching me?”

He smiled in that sexy yet devious way. “You’re my favorite show to watch.”

“I need therapy for the fact that I find this incredibly attractive.”

He grabbed the back of my neck, tugging me toward him to kiss me. “I’ve never gone raw until you.”

Needing to hear him say it, I questioned, “Are you lying?”

“I don’t lie to you.”

“Good answer.”

“Are we done with this game?”

“Not even close.” Sitting back in front of him, I followed up with, “Have you ever had a girlfriend?”

Catching on, he shared, “You’re my first anything and everything that’s ever mattered to me.”

I beamed. “Great answer.”

He reached for me. “What do I get as a reward?”

I swatted his hands away. “No, don’t start that. Next question, what do you want to do with your life?”

He didn’t hesitate in replying, “I want to travel the world with you.”

“What does it feel like to be a trust fund baby and not have to worry about money or anything like that?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.”

I jerked back. “I’m not a trust fund baby.”

His expression softened. “You have me now.”

“That’s very sweet, but I don’t need your money.”

“I wasn’t asking.”