Page 171 of By His Rule

Ryde my dick: If I were to call you an Uber, would you come and ride me, baby?

Heat pools between my thighs.

Fuck. His offer is so freaking tempting right about now.

Leaving him on read for a bit as I come up with my response, I open Kian’s message.

Boss: Has everything been booked?

“Rude asshole. What’s wrong with ‘Hi, Lori, have you had a good day? Sorry I haven’t been in touch; meetings have been crazy. Or even, sorry I’ve been MIA, Tia’s pussy is just that good.’ Argh,” I cry as I jump into bed and shove my legs under the sheets.

No matter how good Ryder’s offer is, I am not going out.

I am not.

I am not.

As I sit there fuming at the audacity of my boss, I type out message after message that I’m not brave enough to send. Even while I’m on the wrong side of tipsy, I second-guess each of them.

In the end, I return to Ryder and let him down gently.

He isn’t happy about it, but unless he’s going to get his own ass in an Uber and turn up here, he’s going to have to suck it up.

Ryde my dick: If you’re not going to get your sweet ass over here, at least give me something good to jerk off to.

Lori: Pig.

Ryde my dick: You love it. Don’t even try to tell me that you’re not wet, knowing that I’m here stroking my hard cock thinking of you.

Lori: I can neither confirm nor deny.

I chuckle, picturing him rolling his eyes at my attempt to avoid answering the question.

Ryde my dick: I know you are. I bet you’re touching yourself right now, too. No need to be shy, baby.

He follows that up with a photo that proves just how unshy he is.

“Good lord,” I mutter, staring a little too intently at the way he holds his dick.

My pussy throbs, I can’t lie. It’s been way too long since I saw some action that wasn’t of the sexting variety with Ryder.

I could message and demand he come over. But unlike all the times in the past, it feels wrong.

He’s good, and I know I’ll get what I need. But having him here, in my bed, touching my body, just feels wrong.

I hate to admit it, but he’s not the one I want.

He won’t kiss me the way I was kissed on Saturday. His touch won’t burn the way it did then.

Ryde my dick: Come on, baby. Let me see those beautiful tits.

Honestly, he’s probably already got hundreds of photographs of them saved in his camera roll from over the years. He should probably go back and look at some of the earlier ones, they’ll be a little perkier than they are now.

Throwing the covers off, I push myself to my feet, swaying a little as I do.

My watch buzzes on my wrist, but I ignore it, knowing it’ll be Ryder trying to convince me to get down and dirty with him.

Grabbing my phone, I open the message before immediately tapping the camera icon.

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