Page 63 of Crushing Clover

“And I’m supposed to believe that?”

“I don’t care whether you believe it or not. It’s a fact.”

“Shut up. I’m trying to read.”

I watched as his gaze started to slide over the page, searching for where he left off. He promptly closed the book again. “Why would you lie about something so stupid? We didn’t take you on based on how much mileage you had. And who the hell gets to this point in life without having more than four partners anyway?” He narrowed his eyes. “Weren’t you a dancer?”

“I was, but I didn’t break the rules about contact with patrons.”

“Did you give lap dances?”

“That was part of the job. I was decent at it, but I didn’t fuck patrons, so I don’t really count that as, you know, experience.”

He lowered his gaze to my mouth and snorted. “You must give terrible blowjobs.”

Caught off guard, I quirked a brow.

“I have no idea. I suppose I could always learn better technique if anybody bothered to teach me.”

His dark gaze flashed with animosity. “Maybe Lucky wouldn’t mind helping you with your training wheels, but I’m definitely not interested.” His gaze lingered on my mouth.

“So, you’re implying both you and Lucky suck dick better than I do?”

Rather than looking offended as I expected, he only looked amused. “I imagine I do most things in life better than you,pet.”

I hated it so much when he called me that.

Maybe I should pee in his pool, after all.

Irritated, I got up and slid back into the pool. I went under, then popped back up, smoothing my hair from my eyes, only to find him in the pool, inches away from me.

He bumped his bare chest against my wet T-shirt. I hadn’t noticed before that one of the bleach stains on the shirt was centered right over my nipple, and water had turned the fabric translucent. Apparently, he had noticed, because his gaze lingered there. What the hell? It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen me completely naked and getting fucked before.

“Do you have a problem with bisexuals?”

“No.”

“Are you one of those girls who gets off on watching guys together?”

I shrugged.

“Do you like watching us fuck?”

“I don’t know many people who wouldn’t. It’s not like the three of you are hard on the eyes.”

“So, you watch us that much, and you still can’t tell me which of them is having their way with you in the middle of the night?” He lifted a brow, looking down at me with an amount of skepticism that irritated the hell out of me.

“I haven’t had sex with either of them enough to tell them apart in the dark.”

“It can’t be that difficult. Piercing or no piercing?”

“I don’t know!” I practically spat. “All I know is that it can’t be you.”

He snorted. “Of course it’s not me. But how would you know that other than the fact that I loathe you?”

“I know, because if it was Lucky he would make sure to give me orgasms. If he was breaking a rule he would break it thoroughly. That’s the only guess I have.”

“So, you think it’s Rush?” His tone was challenging, and his face was so close to mine I thought he might bite me.

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