Page 201 of By His Rule

Once he’s scribbled down all my favorite dishes, he disappears and leaves me alone to wait for Lorelei.

She takes longer than she should, and the need to go and find her burns through me.

I wouldn’t put it past her to run and hide in our room. A shot of excitement hits me right in the dick.

No, she wouldn’t. That would be too easy.

She would make it a challenge.

I’m busy musing over all the places she could hide when her cell lights up on the table.

I lean over to look at the screen; I don’t even really have any desire to see who it is. I’ve no reason to doubt that she was talking to her little brother. But the second my eyes land on the notification and I see a really long name, my curiosity is piqued.

Reaching out, I spin her cell around.

Ryde my dick.

What the actual fuck?

Before I know what I’m doing, I’ve unlocked her cell—she really needs a better passcode than her birthday—and I’ve opened the message thread with this asshole.

Ryde my dick: Feeling lonely tonight, baby. Wanna keep me company?

“Motherfucker,” I hiss under my breath.

This is the asshole who was meant to get her titty pic.

Despite how much I want to scroll up and discover what else she’s been sending him, I don’t. I’ve already seen too much.

Instead, I close her messages and open her contacts.

I might have second-guessed looking at her conversation, but I don’t have the same reservations about blocking him. And while I’m there, I take out her ex, too.

Lorelei doesn’t need either of them in her life. Not anymore.

In a rush, I place her cell back, hopefully in exactly the same position as before.

Not two seconds later, she emerges from the door that leads to the bathroom.

My breath catches in my throat at the sight of her. Her makeup is light and perfect, her red lips making my cock swell all over again. Her thick curls are free around her shoulders, and I can’t help but imagine how soft they’re going to feel wrapped around my fist. Then there is the dress…I might not have seen all that much of it when I dragged it from her closet, but I saw enough to know that it was going to knock me on my ass. And fuck was I right. It’s sinful.

I shift in my chair, desperately trying to ease the pressure on my dick as she retakes her seat.

“Thought you were embarking on a game of cat and mouse, Temptress.”

“Just having a moment.”

“Am I that much to take?” I ask, cocking my head to the side.

She scoffs. “You’ve no idea.”

“Aw, come on, admit it. You wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the world than sitting here with me right now.”

“Awfully presumptuous of you,” she mutters before reaching for her wine. “I really need some food to go with this.”

“It should be here soon. So tell me, what would you be doing if you were at home right now?” I ask, leaning forward and resting on my forearms. I swear to God if she says sexting her friend with the moronic name, I’ll probably tip the thing over.

“Washing my hair,” she says simply.

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