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"Fucking...what?" Bella's hands are still gripping my hips, her nails digging in just a little too hard to be considered comfortable.
She's fucking gorgeous, looking up at me with those big, fiery eyes, her nose scrunched in a bit of a sneer. I'd use my thumb to smooth her pursed lips if I didn't think she'd bite it off.
Yeah, not the kind of look you want on a girl's face when she's about to have your dick in her mouth.
But see, the problem is, right when she was about to pull my boxer briefs off, my first thought was fuck, would I love to watch this later.
And then wait, if I can watch it later, that means Angela can watch it now.
Call me a hypocrite, but I wanted my privacy in this moment.
"I sort of have this...conspiracy theory," I wince, internally rolling my eyes at the words that are about to come out of my mouth.
Bella flops back on the couch, crossing her arms over her chest and one leg over the other, giving me a look that tells me to go the fuck on before she kicks me out.
"I mean, the government has a lot of power, right? And we have all these devices that can record our every moveāour fingerprints, our face scans, card information. So they have to be watching, right?" As I speak, I work on pulling my pants back up. It's only marginally less embarrassing than delivering this information with my jeans around my knees.
One perfectly arched eyebrow lifts. "Aren't you in law enforcement?"
Fuck.
Shut up, Cullen. Shut the fuck up.
"Yeah, which is why it wouldn't shock me. I, uh...I keep tape over my webcams and stuff. I just didn't want them to see...what we were about to do."
Sure, play it off like a conspiracy. It's better than telling the truth, I guess.
"So I was about to suck your cock, and you were thinking about the fucking government?"
"I don't fucking know," I throw my hands up in frustration, then drop my head into them. "My mind was ping-ponging all over the place. I'm not good at this shit," I groan.
"Not good at getting head?"
"No...Well, yes...but no. I'm very good at that. And giving. But it's different with you. You make me all...fucking jumbly and stupid." When my hands drop to look at her, she's giving me that look that makes my heart feel like it's gonna explode. The soft one that I've only ever seen her give me.
She's still frustrated, I can tell. I've still ruined this moment between us, at least for now. But coming clean with what she does to me has cooled her down a bit, made her realize I don't actually try to be a messy fuck.
Bella stands and pats my chest, grinning when her eyes drop down to my chest and her hand presses harder, branding me with its heat. I'm sure she can feel how hard my heart is beating.
"You're fucking weird, Cullen," She breathes, her eyes moving back to my face. "But you're lucky I like weird."
