Page 133 of Barbi and the Villain

“That is a long time,” I murmur softly.

“Which is why any additional time will not make a difference,” he tells me with a gentle smile.

“I see,” I reply pensively. “And have you been with many women? How many have you kissed? How many have you been to second base with? What about home run? Were you a playboy? You now know about my experience level, but I don’t know about yours. And to make sure things will go smoothly, I need to know what I am up against.”

He tilts his head to the side, amused.

“I did not understand half the things you said,” he says with a chuckle. “But to answer your first question, the only female I have ever kissed and been with is Mo.”

“Oh.”

A pang of envy spears through me.

She was his first. No wonder he can’t forget her. She probably taught him everything.

“Was it…nice?”

“Barbi.” He sighs. “What is with all these questions?”

“I am curious.”

“I do not think you want to know that. Some things are better left unsaid.”

I peer at him surreptitiously.

“You don’t have to tell me that then. But what else did you do with her?”

“Barbi,” he calls my name in a warning tone.

“Fine, fine. But you said you would f—” I swallow, finding it hard to say the word aloud. “Fuck my ass,” I blurt out, immediately reddening in the process. “Did you do that with her too?”

I half turn, palming my cheeks in an attempt to stop my racing heart.

He’s right that some things are better left unsaid, but I can’t help but be curious. I want to know what I have to measure up against and what I need to do to erase her from his mind until he only sees me. And one way I can do that is by having mind-blowing sex with him—so much so he becomes addicted to me.

But the issue remains that I am rather clueless about how to do that.

I should have brought one of my spicy romances with me.

“You are impossible.” He shakes his head. “But no. We did not do that.”

I whip my head around, my smile widening. I can’t say I’ve given much thought to anal before, but there’s a start to everything, no?

“Then I will be your first, too,” I declare. “I will have at least one of your firsts,” I gush.

He stares at me for moments on end.

“I suppose you are right,” he says, his lips curving up. “Assuming you will let me fuck your ass.”

I bite my lip as my body becomes even warmer.

“Eventually. We can work our way up to it.”

“I cannot believe we are having this conversation.” He laughs as he scrubs a hand over his face.

“Why? It’s a must-have conversation for new couples. And that is what we are, no? We are a new couple. Not that I have forgiven you just yet. But I am getting there. In the meantime, we are boyfriend and girlfriend,” I say as I point at him before pointing at myself.

“A couple, huh? I suppose that is what we are.”

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