Page 37 of Beyond The Break

“I think I’d rather know what it was thatyouwere doing before I knocked on your door,” his voice sounds raspy.

“I was sleeping,” I lie, my nose twitching.

His eyes jump to my nose before returning to my eyes. “With your lights on? Let me guess, you’re scared of the dark?”

I shake my head and glare at him, lips pressed together as I grind my teeth, hating how embarrassing this feels. I can’t lie to save my life and I hate how easily he reads me.

“Hey now,” he says gently, eyes softening as he takes a step back, his arms dropping from either side of me, “there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, sunshine.”

I scoff. “You’re right, there is nothing to be embarrassed about because nothing happened.”

My nose twitches again, an easy tell that I’m lying, and his eyes drop down to it once more, tracking the movement.

“That’s a cute lie, but you’ll have to try harder.” His voice comes out low, almost challenging, causing my core to tighten.

I pause and consider the cons of telling him the truth. What’s the worst that could happen? He makes fun of me? People have made fun of me my whole life, it’s nothing new. Finally deciding that I have nothing to lose, I tell him.

“Okay,” I release a shaky sigh as my face grows unbearably hot, “you’re right, I did it.”

His smile falls a fraction of an inch as his gaze darkens. “And?”

“And it was fun,” I say, exasperated, “I would do it again. Okay, thanks for coming to my TED Talk, you can leave now.”

“Shit,” he rubs his thumb over his lightly parted bottom lip, eyes sparkling with mischief as he watches me, “That’s hot.”

“Oh, shut up,” I groan, running a hand down my hot face to try and hide my smile.

His lips twitch. “Do I get to know the details?”

Wait, what?

I peek at him through my fingers. “What do you mean,details?”

He smirks boyishly as he returns his arms to either side of my windowsill, caging me in again.

“Did you play with your clit like a good girl?”

My eyes grow round, and my jaw drops at his boldness. I cross my legs again, feeling like I might turn into Niagara Falls at this rate. “Excuse me?”

“One finger, or two?”

“Oh my God, this has to be a dream,” I say mortified, pinching my arm.

There is no way in hell I’m giving GriffinDickheadJones the details of my first orgasm, no matter how much his eyes sparkle as he studies my expression and heavy breathing.

“Dream about me often?” He asks, shifting closer.

His warm breath tickles my nose as I resist the urge to pull him close and smash my lips against his.

“You wish,” I say, sounding unconvincing.

“Tell me,” He pleads.

“Why?”

He stands up straight and clears his throat as he stares down at me. “Maybe I can give you some pointers.”

I scoff. “Unless you plan to fuck me, I don’t need your pointers.”

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