Page 122 of Against The Rules

That makes me laugh. “These old things?”

“Oh yeah. Those. Those old things.” He reaches a hand across the table, grabbing one, and I squeal and swat it away. “Yep. Just as awesome as I remember.”

“You’re such a dude.”

“Last time I checked.” His eyes glint, taking on a predatory quality.

I suppress a shiver at the way he licks his lips.

“I want to know exactly what it is you said I needed my energy for.” He leans on the table, his muscled forearms on full display. Man, I’m a sucker for those forearms.

And they’re all mine.

I lean back in my chair, dabbing my lips with a napkin and fluttering my eyelashes. “I bought a couple things.”

His eyebrows shoot up. “What?”

“Not a new desk, or a new chair… or a computer or an iPad.” I narrow my eyes at him, pursing my lips. “I can’t afford that. But… I think you’ll like what I got.”

His gaze doesn’t leave my face. “I’m listening.”

I swallow, suddenly nervous, despite all the time I spent planning this moment. It’s a little over the top, and a little ridiculous, but it’s all for him.

Slowly, I pull my phone out of the pocket of my dress, a dress I wore specifically for the pockets, and open the playlist I spent days deciding on. I start the first song, and music blares from the speakers.

I stand up, and Ty does too.

“You have to stay sitting,” I tell him, laughing a little, because of course he’s going to stand up. I bet I don’t even get halfway through my dance routine before all my choreography goes out the window and I’m flat on my back underneath him.

Fortunately for me, that’s exactly what I want.

I didn’t tell his brother about this part of my plan when he told me about the spare key’s hiding spot earlier this week, but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

Tyler finally complies, slowly sinking back into his seat.

Slowly, as sensuously as I can, I walk around the table to where he sits.

“Turn your chair around,” I tell him. I’m already aroused. I’ve played this scenario out in my head probably a hundred times since I decided on it, but having Ty in front of me?

Better than anything I could have imagined.

He does as I ask, turning his chair around and facing me, giving me just enough room to work.

And I’m going to work.

“What are you doing?” he rasps, his pupils dilating.

“Showing you how I feel.” I pull two silken cords from my other pocket, the bass from the music thumping in time with my heart. Slowly, I tie his wrists to the chair.

“No touching,” I tell him, and then, because I can’t resist, I bop him on the nose with my finger.

Next, I turn, gyrating on his lap for a second before I pull my hair out of its ponytail.

“God damn,” he says on an exhalation.

Backing up to give him the full view, I slowly pull my dress off, revealing the ridiculous lingerie I bought just for today.

“Fuck,” Ty growls. His fingers clench, and I grin at him, loving the effect my planning is having.

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