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“I don’t know if I can.”
“Forget it. I shouldn’t have asked.”
This is what I wanted … An honest connection. “My father’s girlfriend shot him and then herself.”
He straightens in the chair.
“All over a Gucci bag,” I rush on, wanting to get this over with. “She was upset about a canceled credit card. She spent so much money, more than we could afford.” I draw in a shaky breath. “My grandparents took me in six months ago, before I relocated from Marietta, Ohio, to New York City.”
Tears spring from my eyes.
“Damn it.” He pats his thigh. “Come here, baby.”
I spring from the bed and climb onto his lap. He pulls me in tight, and I seek comfort in his arms.
“Have you ever lost someone?” I croak.
“My mother. Drug overdose. My father didn’t know we existed until we showed up on his doorstep. He was twenty. We were four.”
“You have a sister?”
“Brother.” He falls silent, and I turn my cheek into his chest. “You never really know a person, do you?”
“No. You don’t.”
I relax against him. When was the last time I felt so safe? So connected? We sit quietly for a spell, and I wonder if he’ll continue opening up if I share more. “Ready to hear my darkest secret?”
He snorts, amused. “Do I need a whiskey shot for this?”
I shift in his lap so I can see his face. “I faked an orgasm.”
That catches his attention. I almost laugh—he thinks I meant with him?
“When?” he demands.
I’m tempted to lie, just to see his reaction. But I prefer to please him, not insult his masculinity. “With my ex-boyfriend back in Ohio. I didn’t want him to feel bad, so I faked them.”
“Them. More than one?”
I sigh. “All of them. He was madly in love with me. It was easier to pretend than to embarrass him. We only did it a couple of times.” My first love, except I always knew something was missing. “We never experimented … No tongues or mouths, fingers or teeth.”
“No oral?”
“Nope.”
He leans in with an intense look. “And the others?”
“Others?”
His jaw falls slack, and he stares at me like he’s pained.
I know what he thinks—I’m a good girl. That I can count on one hand how many times I’ve been in trouble. Pretending sickness so I could read instead of attending mass. Or allowing a friend to copy my calculus homework and helping her get through the class. Or telling my boyfriend that the reason we were breaking up wasn’t him, but me. I offer him a shy grin. “The other can spark an orgasm with the crook of his finger.”
He rises from the chair, places me on my feet, then, naked as a jaybird, begins to pace. With his broad muscled chest, tapered waist, tight ass, and massive thick cock, no one could doubt his masculinity.
He moves back and forth, back and forth, while cursing. “Jesus Christ. Fuck. Goddamn it.”
I eye him, shocked.
