Page 64 of Surprisingly Us

Lettie’s eyes widen. “Oh, fudge.”

I wave it off. “I’m sure she’s heard worse.” I lean closer to her and lower my voice since she’s concerned about it. “And I’d fucking hope you’ve had an orgasm, but that wasn’t the question.”

My eyes drop to the white vegetable in front of us and pick it up. It looks like an oversized, white carrot. Not as dick-shaped as I would have liked for demonstration purposes but I’m not surewhere the cucumbers or eggplants are located, so this will have to do.

I lift it up between us, brows raised.

“Penetration.”

Lettie sweeps one foot out to the side before bringing her foot to rest on the inside of her other leg. It’s some kind of ballet move and also appears to be some kind of nervous twitch. “I’ve used a vibrator and a dildo before.”

I’m starting to wonder if she’s a figure skater, not a ballet dancer, for how much she’s skating around this issue.

“Has a real dick ever been inside your pussy, Princess?” I ask.

She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and shakes her head. “No.”

I nod slowly, but my body’s response to Lettie’s confession isn’t as I expected. A warm sensation floods my chest, and all the blood in my body rushes downward toward my dick. The appendage is swelling with the thought that it would be perfect for the task of deflowering Lettie.

All I can think about is how warm and tight she’d be. The thought of stretching her for the first time, filling her up until she’s at the brink. Her snug pussy wrapped around me, constricting my cock as I pump into her.

My brain finally chimes in.What the fuck, man?This is Lettie. No fucking way.

Clearly my current state of celibacy is starting to affect my judgment.

“That doesn’t change things, right?” Her big blue eyes stare up at me with concern.

It shouldn’t change anything. We agreed there’d be nothing physical between us outside of keeping up appearances in public. Touching. Kissing. That’s all.

But for some reason I’m struggling to look at her the same. To keep my filthy imagination from concocting a multitude of dirty thoughts about her.

If I thought she was flawless before, now that I know she’s untouched, she’s even more perfect.And off-limits.

Lettie doesn’t have a big brother that would come for me if I teased her and played with her, then fucked her senseless before sending her on her way.

No,I’mthe guy that used to be her protector. That’s the role I filled in her life when we were growing up. I can’t be thinking about her like that.

But she’s not Lettie spaghetti anymore. She’s this beautiful, talented woman who deserves the perfect guy. And I’m not that guy.

“Rhys?” Lettie breaks through my runaway thoughts.

I have to remind myself what the goal is here. To convince the foundation board that I’m the right person for the president position. Lettie playing my girlfriend is an important part of that, but her virginity has nothing to do with our fake relationship.

“Yeah. It doesn’t change anything.” I drop the overgrown carrot back onto the pile, but Lettie selects two and places them in her cart.

“What the hell are those?” I ask, trying to steer my mind away from our previous conversation.

“Parsnips.”

I nod, listening as Lettie explains how they’re a good starch substitute and are naturally sweet.

As we move through the remaining aisles and I help Lettie bag her groceries, I can’t stop thinking about our conversation. Fuck. I wish I could go back and stop myself from asking her. From finding out that Lettie’s a virgin, which has no relevance in our fake relationship other than to drive my imagination wild.

You know what they say, curiosity killed the cat.

CHAPTER 18

Colette

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