Page 34 of Don't Make Me Beg
This time, there’s a bite in my tone as I pass her the bottle of water. “Do you really believe that? Or is that what you had to tell yourself to stay with him?”
Her eyes narrow as she takes the water, but she doesn’t drink it, just sets it down on the coffee table. “You don’t have to be mean about it. I’m not sure you’re aware of this, but there’s no reward for being horny, Luka.”
I have to bite my cheek to keep from laughing in her face at the ridiculous jump she just made. Looks like Jimmy may have done her a bigger favor than I thought, if that’s the best argument she can come up with to defend herself.
I know I should just drop it, but I’m starting to enjoy seeing this side of her. I wonder just how far I can push her before she cracks.
“That’s too bad because that’s a competition I would dominate in.” I flash her a wink, and she lets out a huff before uncapping her water and taking a long drink.
My eyes narrow in on her throat as she swallows.
“Aren’t you full of yourself.” She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. “And I’m sure all the women you sleep with would say the same thing.”
“Obviously,” I answer immediately. “The least I can do is make sure the person I’m fucking leaves feeling satisfied—a few times at the very least.”
“Yeah, right. Now I know you’re full of shit.” She waves me off as she gets up to refill her drink rather than asking me to.
At that, I nearly choke on my water. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
She eyes me for a moment, then finally says, “It means that either you’re lying to yourself or you’re only sleeping with actresses. No woman’s really out there having multiple orgasms.”
My mouth drops open as I stare at her, waiting for her to tell me she’s kidding, but when she doesn’t say anything else, I realize she isn’t joking about this. She truly believes it.
Fucking hell.
Of all the things she could’ve said, she had to admit that? How the fuck am I supposed to be around her after she’s just tossed a challenge like that right in front of me?
Jesus Christ, the lengths I would go to prove to her just how wrong she is.
I blow out a heavy sigh, wishing I could rewind time and go back to a couple of minutes ago, before I knew just how pathetic her sex life actually is. “Tell me this,” I say as I scoot closer. “Has Jimmy ever made you orgasm?”
She scoffs a laugh, but she sounds more nervous than annoyed. “That is a wildly inappropriate question, not to mention it’s absolutely none of your business.”
“I’m going to take that as ano,” I say without missing a beat. “And as your husband, I think your lack of sexual satisfaction is absolutely my business.” I sit back in my seat, propping an armon the back of the sofa. “Especially when it’s clear how sexually frustrated all this is making you.”
This time, her eyes go wide, and she swallows a gulp. And there’s no denying the look of fear that flashes over her face. It’s only there for a moment, but it’s all I need to confirm everything I’ve already suspected.
“I am not sexually frustrated.” Her tone is clipped and knowing I’m getting under her skin gives me the rush I’ve been craving ever since I started teasing her. I breathe a sigh of relief, feeling myself slowly regain control.
I flash her a smirk in challenge. “Look, Girl Scout, I’m not trying to shame you—I’m simply trying to help.” I lean closer and whisper, “The first step is admitting you have a problem.”
She rolls her eyes. Once again, she tips her empty glass and sucks a piece of ice into her mouth. “You are such a cocky jerk.”
I hold my hands up in surrender. “No need to get defensive.” My eyes zero in on the ice cube she’s sucking on, making my cock grow even harder. “It’s embarrassing, I get it. I just want you to know that if you’re not getting your needs met, there are plenty of ways to help.”
She stalks toward me, the alcohol, no doubt, fueling her confidence as she pokes me hard in the chest, then shakes her finger out like it hurts. “You’re insufferably annoying. Do you know that?”
There she is. There’s the girl I remember.
Maybe there’s hope for her after all?
A pissed off Scout is about as terrifying as a feral kitten, hissing with her fur all fluffed up.
“I’ve been told once or twice.” I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face as I flick my eyes down to her. “But if I’m annoying you so badly, then why are you practically sitting in my lap?”
Her mouth drops open, forming a perfect O as she registers what I’ve just said, then she quickly snaps it shut.
She starts to scoot to the other side of the couch, but I slide my hand behind the back of her thigh, causing her to suck in a sharp breath. She goes completely still. “Whoa, what’s wrong?” I say in a whisper. “Did I hit a nerve?”
