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“Be real with me, Scar. Tell me the truth. How far have you gone?” She visibly squirms in her seat, and I’m just warming up. “What do you like doing? What do you like done to you?”
Her lips part, and I swear to God she’s breathing heavier. “Tate.”
“Just tell me. You don’t have to hold back. I’m not going to judge you. Besides, we have legal documents in place, so I can’t spill all of your secrets.” I grin at her, enjoying myself. I’m a sadistic fuck if I’m getting off on making Miss Scarlett uncomfortable with this conversation. “Tell me what you want from a sexual partner.”
“Someone who’s thoughtful and... affectionate.” She sinks her teeth into her lower lip, like she’s afraid to say more.
“That’s what you want from arelationship.” I wave a hand, dismissing her answer. “What are your kinks? What are you into? I mean, I know you’re only eighteen, so if your kink is doing it with you on top, I get it. You’ve barely dipped your toe into the sexual pool, so to speak.”
“You’re giving me serious Roger vibes right now,” she accuses, her gaze narrowed as she watches me.
I rest my hand on my chest, wounded. “Damn, Scar. That hurts. The last thing I want is to be compared to him.”
“You keep this up, digging for info about my sex life, and that’s exactly who you remind me of,” she mutters, her brows lifting.
“Just trying to get to know you.” I shrug, playing it off.
I’m being an asshole. I know I am. But it’s like I can’t help it. I feel antsy. Worked up. In the past, I would’ve eased this feeling with a combination of alcohol and drugs, topped off by sex.
Now, the only option is sex. And I want to know if I have a chance with Scarlett.
More than anything, I’m trying to figure out what she likes. What does she want? Me worshipping her body? I can do that. Going down on her? I’ve never been afraid of licking pussy, though I know a few guys who don’t like it.
Seriously. What the hell is wrong with them?
I could fuck her from behind, against a wall, in the shower—whatever she wants, I’m game.
Yeah, I’m also horny. This is why my thoughts are filled with images of Scarlett naked. Tits swaying while she sucks my cock. Tits swaying while she rides my dick. Moaning while I fuck her hard.
Reaching up, I brush my fingers against my forehead and realize that I am indeed sweating.
“I didn’t think getting to know me would include an in-depth interrogation into my sex life.” Her haughty rich-girl voice is downright arousing, which means I have a deeper problem than I thought.
“All right, let’s switch it up then. Since you asked me what I was trying to do when we were in the pool, now it’s my turn.” I smile at her, just before I hit her with, “What did you want me to do to you when we were in that pool?”
CHAPTER25
SCARLETT
Things are shifting between Tate and me. I was trying to bait him with that question about the pool, and now he’s baited me right back. Over and over again, because he’s much better at this game than I am. To the point that I’m flustered and embarrassed by his questions.
I have zero experience with situations like this. Boys at school, they never really noticed me. Or they left me alone because of who I am. Most Lancasters rule Lancaster Prep, thanks to our family owning the school. Though I preferred to stay in the background, a role I’ve lived my entire life.
Now I have a man paying attention to me, and not in a fake way either. We may have signed an agreement to pretend to be together, but there’s nothing phony about what’s happening between us.
How do I answer him when he asks what I like? How can I tell him I have no idea, considering I’ve never done anything before, so I have no idea whether I like it or not? While I’m sure he’s done everything possible and has all the expertise to prove it.
We are complete opposites in every way I can think of. This man shouldn’t be interested in me—and I shouldn’t be interested in him either. Not at all. Yet there’s something about him...
Something about the two of us. Together. A magnetic pull I can’t help but feel when I’m with him. It’s the way he looks at me when he speaks. As if he’s thinking of doing...thingsto me. Sexual things.
I’m intrigued, though I probably shouldn’t be. And really? I’m also flattered. I practically threw myself at Ian, and he acted like I was just some sweet little girl he barely knew and was most definitely not interested in. Oh, he said a few things here and there that made my heart trip over itself, but only recently. Like when he told me he’d lost his chance after seeing me and Tate together. I thought he was finally going to make a move. But in the end, he didn’t follow through.
He never follows through.
Forget Ian. Actually...
I pretty much already have.
