Page 52 of All Her Broken Pieces

“No extra points,” I say. “But that’s shitty that he did that to you.”

She lets out a resounding sigh. “It is what it is.”

“I think it’s important to be straightforward and lay everything out. What you see is what you get with me. I’m someone who wears their heart on their sleeve. You’ll always know where you stand with me, Bridget.”

“Good to know,friend.”

The way she emphasizes the word “friend” is like a punch in the gut. I’ve been inside this woman—there’s no way in hell I’m going to stay in this friend zone.

“So, Ethan, truth or dare?”

Doing the math in my head, I know we’re tied at seven points, so I opt for truth, knowing I can end it with a dare and pull out a victory.

“If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be? And don’t be that guy who says they’d eat pussy.”

“I’d happily feast on your sweet cunt every day if you’d let me, but since I can’t say that, I’d say apples. There are so many different varieties, and they go well in so many dishes. They can be sweet or tart, and they’re incredibly healthy. I’ve actually been playing around with a twist on your favorite dish that incorporates apples.”

“The tortellini with brown butter?”

“Yep, except it’s ravioli, and I add apples to the cheese. It’s savory and sweet, but I still use the brown butter and sage.”

“Fuck, I’d like to try that.”

“I’ll keep experimenting with the recipe here. I’m still trying to find the perfect cheese and protein to pair with it.” Although she’s looking straight ahead, I see the corner of her lips lift in a small smile and I know what I’ll be spending the next week doing in her kitchen. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” she declares confidently, and I love that she’s getting more comfortable sharing her truths with me.

“Where in the world would you want to go on vacation if money and time off were not factors?”

“Anywhere. I have so much PTO saved up that I’ve never used. This is the longest I’ve gone without working. But honestly, I don’t care where I go. Europe. South America. Somewhere with books and beaches. And good coffee. Where I can go to relax and unplug, and I don’t have to be someone for everyone else. I can just be me.”

“I love that.” My mind wanders with all the places I could take her and enjoy quality time with her.

“Truth or dare? And make it good because we’re tied nine to nine.”

I flash her my dimple, smirking. “In that case, I’ll do a dare if I only need one point to win.” Her blue eyes blink rapidly as her mind races with ideas. “Make it challenging, because if I win, you know what I want.”

“I dare you to make me come without touching me,” she says, her arms propped on her knees, her legs still straddling my thighs.

“Easy.” I sit up so I can get closer to her. The sweet scent of vanilla and berries hits me again, and it has my dick twitching to life like Pavlov’s dog comes running for food at the sound of a bell.

“You really think you can, pup?” she questions as she rubs her palms up and down her thighs. My mind races with the possibilities of what we can do with the extra time we’ll have with my extended stay if I win.

“I saw how wet you got from my words alone. I’m pretty sure you have a praise kink, probably from all the people-pleasing you do. When someone finally praises you for being the good girl you are, it makes you wet, doesn’t it?”

One of her slender eyebrows rises. “Oh, are you starting now? It’s going to take more than that.”

Challenge accepted. “I know how much you like numbers. Should I start counting all the things I like about you?”

“That’s not necessary, and frankly, it’s insulting. You think merely counting in front of me is going to give me an actual orgasm?” She huffs, crossing her arms under her breasts, the movement pushing them up, making them look tantalizing as my cock jumps in my joggers.

“You know what I like the most about you?”

“This should be good. My tits?”

“They’re great tits, but that’s not it,” I praise as my eyes rake over them. “I like how responsive you are. The little noises you make. How you get so fucking wet. I felt it that night we spent together. Christ, I’ll never forget that night as long as I live. No other experience will ever compare to what we shared. You made me come so fucking hard in your shower that I almost blacked out. Your cunt was gripping me so tight as you rode me, your perfect ass slapping against my stomach. I’ve never seen a more delicious sight.”

“Should I take that as a compliment since you’re a chef?”

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