Page 79 of Devil's Bargain

He plates the pancake and pours more batter into the pan. “I don’t need to like someone for them to suck my dick.”

I can sympathize with that. “There must be something about her? You don’t strike me as a guy who fucks girls for no reason.”

He shrugs one shoulder as he flips the pancake. “Madeleine moved in on me when Emily and I broke up. I needed the ego boost.”

“But why? Girls fall over themselves to be with you. Why would you need an ego boost?”

“We were together for two years, and then she dumped me for Ben and Dallas. My ego took a hit. It was hard to come to terms with the realization that she needed more than I could offer her.”

“Ben’s a really good guy.”

He scoffs. “Maybe.” Then plates that pancake too and pours more batter into the pan. “The hardest part was after that night with Dallas when we had sex in front of Emily.”

I cock my head, studying his broad back. “Why?”

“I didn’t like the side of me that came out with Dallas. I’ve been raised to treat women well.”

“I watched the tape. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

He grows still. “What tape?”

Shit!“Did Emily not tell you?”

He turns and grips the counter behind him. “No.”

“Dallas filmed you fucking her. But the video doesn’t exist anymore. She deleted it, don’t worry.”

He turns back around. “There’s so much to digest in that sentence. Emily knows about the video, and she’s fine with it?”

“How do you think she met Ben and Dallas? She found out about the video and chewed Dallas out.”

“You’ve watched me fuck?” He reaches up in the cupboard and brings down glasses. After plating the third pancake, he pours the last of the batter into the pan.

I twirl a strand of my pink hair around my finger, my eyes on the wisps of curls at the nape of his tanned neck. “I’ve watched you fuck.”

“Huh.”

“Are you angry about the video?”

He flips the pancake. “I can’t find it in me to care anymore. Emily and I are over. What does it matter?”

I chew on my bottom lip. “It doesn’t.”

He plates the pancake and carries the food over to the table.

“What did you think of it?” he asks as he sinks down in the seat opposite.

I pour syrup on my pancake. “Are you fishing for compliments?”

He cuts off a large piece of pancake and brings the fork up to his mouth. “Maybe.”

“It was hot!”

He smirks and puts the fork in his mouth.

“And you have a big cock!”

He chokes on the food and scrambles off the table to pour himself a drink.

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