Illicit Obsession. Part 20

Chrissy's POV

“You know that women want it just as much as men do,” I chide. “It doesn’t make us slutty, or easy, or whatever.”

“I didn’t say that,” Brad replies quickly.

“But you thought it?” I offer. He thinks for a moment. “No,” he says finally, resolute. “I didn’t think you were being slutty or easy. But I thought it was perhaps a little childish. I didn’t see your game for what it actually was.”

“Which is?” I ask him sassily, wanting him to say it.

“You wanted me,” he growls, looking down at me. “Right?” I blush, forcing myself not to look away. “Pretending to be a sex doll was your way of expressing yourself, however nasty and debauched it might be.”

“Yes,” I murmur, unwilling to hide the truth. “But I knew you would never have played along it if I’d flirted with you openly. Because of my mom. Because of my age.”

“And you’re right about that,” Brad confesses. “Even though I wanted you too, I probably would have rejecte