Page 103 of Butterfly Effect

I know he’s mostly innocent and doesn’t deserve it, but I can’t help lashing out.

Because I’m a dick.

“Why do you enjoy tormenting me? Acting like a whole-ass child while we’re working and then cooking me this…this…”

Amazing meal.

He stuffs another bite into my mouth mid-sentence.

“I think you mean, ‘Thank you for putting on a good show at the game and making one of my favorite meals from scratch, you handsome devil.’ And what about you?” Wade angrily eats his own bite and stores it in his cheek. “You think I fucking enjoy sporting a hard-on while playing? You think that shit’s comfortable?”

“Mmf.”

“Or maybe you think I don’t care that you joke around with Donovan, Landy and Jaeg, or any other numbnut when you don’t for me? I know how you taste, how your pussy squeezes my cock…” Unfazed, he rattles them off like a grocery list, then swallows three or four bites in one go.

Meanwhile, I chew faster so as not to choke. Sweat beads on my upper lip. The man is so unserious that it’s hard to stay mad.

“…But I have no idea how to be the reason you genuinely smile.”

I gulp.

“Or laugh. Like really, heartily laugh from your gut. I wanna make you laugh so hard you pee your pants?—”

“Jesus, Boehner.” My fingers snap toward him to pass the paper napkins while finishing my food, needing to wipe a drip of gravy from the corner of my mouth. A slap lands on his naked shoulder, leaving behind a pink handprint.

“I’ll happily play the fool for your attention.”

“Oh, is that why you sucked on my dildo? To get my attention?”

“That…wasn’t planned. I did that because…” He glances up from his plate, dark lashes shadowing his darkened eyes, and replies in a husky murmur. “I like the way you taste.”

My heartbeat skips. Something deep in my core pulses.

Wade scratches his full lower lip with his thumb and lifts a shoulder, and the unbothered tone of his voice returns. “I mean, you left me unsupervised with your used dildo and wet panties. What did you expect?”

“Definitely notthat.”

“I…” Pretty Boy pushes a cube of paneer around the curve of his plate before his words and hands halt, but his eyes flick up to me. Begging. “Did you like it?”

Logic doesn’t register when he begs like that. My admission comes out breathy. “Yes.”

“So, what does that mean?”

The sigh that follows is equally breathy. “That we have inexplicable kinks.”

Our gazes avert to our respective plates. I interrupt the brief silence.

“How…did you know?” There are very few people who know I like matar paneer. My eyes blink back at Wade, in silent questioning.

“I have my sources.”

I guess. “Indi?”

“Bingo. She was a huge help.”

“Indi helped you make this?”

She’s supposed to bemybest friend. I don’t need her spilling all my secrets to Lover Boy over here. But I can’t tell her to stop without blowing this fake dating ruse to pieces.

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