Page 92 of Against The Rules

I press a kiss to his lips, and it does exactly what I expected: catches him completely off guard.

Laughing hysterically, I dodge under his arms and make a break for it.

“Catch me if you can,” I yell over one shoulder, knowing I don’t have a chance in hell at outrunning a freaking professional wide receiver.

Maybe I want to be caught, after all.

He’s laughing too, and I pick up the pace because shit, he is super fast. I dodge around the dining table and find the door to the patio, ripping it open as fast as I can.

Tyler grabs the back of the dress I’m wearing, and I try to make up my mind about how dirty I want to play this game.

Pretty dirty.

I hold my hands up. “You got me,” I say, the words breathless.

"What do I get for catching you?"

I give him an evil look. Well, I meant it to be sexy, but considering how ridiculous I’m feeling, I’m pretty sure it’s just an evil grin. I smooth my hand down his shirt, and he groans as I slip my hand further and further.

Until I find his cock, completely hard under his sweatpants.

“What do you want to get?” I ask, my voice low and sultry. “Do you want me to… make you feel good?”

His eyes half-close, and he rocks into my grasp, loosening his grip on my collar.

My evil grin intensifies, and I raise my arms as quick as I can, pulling free of the dress and giggling like an idiot as I race down the patio.

“You’re going to regret that, Peaches!” Tyler shouts, shaking my dress at me before throwing it into the house behind him and following me out onto the patio.

Goosebumps pebble across my skin, and I duck behind the huge outdoor fireplace, knowing he’s going to catch me and on fire with anticipation for when he does.

“Where did you go, Savannah?” It comes out sing-song, and I clap a hand over my mouth as I pull my shoes off. “I’m going to find you.”

“Gonna have to catch me first,” I yell, then take off from behind the fireplace, my bare feet slapping against the stones. It’s freaking cold, and if it weren’t for the delicious thrill of the chase, I would be miserable right now.

“Where are you going? Are you going to run through my backyard in your underwear?”

Tyler’s standing in the middle of the patio, an adorably confused and determined expression on his face. “Seriously, Peaches, I love a good game of chase, but I don’t want you to get sick. Or the police to get called.”

I stare him down, reaching behind my back and unhooking my bra in one easy motion.

He goes still as a statue, and I grin at him as I slip it off my arms and throw it at him.

It falls way short and he laughs, but it’s a choked sound.

I pull my underwear down, stepping out of them.

“No, I’m not going to run around your backyard in my underwear,” I say to him in the same sing-song voice he just used on me.

With that, I run towards the pool, and dive in.

When I surface, my teeth are already chattering. “See? Just swimming. A little skinny dip.”

“Jesus Christ, Savannah, the pool must be freezing.”

Maybe this wasn’t my best idea.

“Oh no,” I call softly, watching with delight as he pulls his own clothes off. “I guess you’ll have to warm me up.”

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