Page 48 of Bought and Broken

She takes this one without hesitation. She looks fucking adorable all bundled up in the blanket, allowing me to feed her.

This could have been real, if she hadn’t of fucked it up.

It could have been real…

No, Tatum. Stop it. None of it is real.

“More, please.”

I blink, and she comes back into focus. I cut another bite and feed it to her. I do this until it’s gone and put the plate on the floor a little ways away so I don’t step on it.

I shift on the couch so she can lay with me, and we fall silent as we watch the movie.

I notice her fidgeting and she crushes my balls not once but twice. When it doesn’t stop and she’s chewing on her nails, I pull her hand from her mouth and ask her what’s wrong.

“Nothing.”

“You’re lying. You’ve been wiggling more than a worm for the last twenty minutes, and you’ve messed up your nails.” She winces. “Tell me, Devon.”

“You’ll think it’s stupid.”

“I won’t.”

She sighs and sits up, pulling the blanket tighter around her, making herself look like an Eskimo.

“On the way here, I said I wouldn’t let you have sex with me, but I think I want you to.”

“Excuse me?” The words leave my mouth before I can stop them, my dick already hard at the thought.

There is no way it’s going to be this easy to get into her pants. She can’t just offer it up to me.

“I know it’s stupid, and I hardly trust you with anything, Tate, but I trust you with this. I don’t want to do it with anyone else.”

“So, you don’t trust my words, but you trust me with your body?”

“I told you it wouldn’t make sense.”

“No, you said I’d think it was stupid. It’s not stupid, Dev, but it does not make sense.”

She huffs out an annoyed sound. “I can’t explain it, okay? It’s just how I feel. I don’t want to miss this opportunity. We’re getting along this weekend, mostly anyway, and I have a feeling it isn’t going to last.”

Oh, how right you are.

Because once I break her heart, she’ll never talk to me again.

“Okay, Devon, sure. I’ll pencil you in for ten pm.”

Her hand slips out of the blanket and whacks me so fast I don’t realize what’s happening until it’s done.

“You’re a jerk!” she says, laughing.

“Never said I wasn’t.”

I pull her to me, and we get comfortable to keep watching the movie.

Am I really going to do this? Take her “virginity”?

Damn fucking right I am, and I’m not going to call her out on it either. I hadn’t expected this to be so easy. Calling her out on not being a virgin will ruin everything, and I won’t get another chance. I hadn’t expected her to want to fuck me until much later—after she had feelings for me. A month, maybe? I was ready to play this game that long, if needed. Whatever it took. But now that she’s turning the tables, I’ll have to do this differently. She can pretend to be a virgin all she wants. I’ll pretend too. But I plan to throw that in her face the second this is all over.

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