Page 132 of My Rules

I roll my eyes. “Why?”

“You two belong together.”

Blake

“Hey,” I call as I walk through Rebecca’s front door. “Photog is here.”

“Hi.” Bec bounces down the stairs. She’s wearing gym clothes, and I have to concentrate on keeping my eyes on her face.

“I bought some oil.” I pull it out of my pocket and hold it up.

“What for?”

“I thought we could oil up your feet tonight.”

She blinks. “You want to rub oil into my feet.”

I want to rub oil all over you.

“It will sell pictures.”

“You think?”

“I know.”

I’ll buy the fuckers myself.

“Okay.” She shrugs. “Where will we do this?”

“Probably on your bed.”

“You can’t oil me up on my bed. I’ll get horny.”

“That’s the point.”

She smirks. “Will you behave for just one minute?”

“Fine.” I roll my eyes. “Kitchen counter it is.”

I follow her into the kitchen, and she sits up on the kitchen counter. I slide her leggings up to her knees. Her muscular calves feel good under my hands.

She sits silent as she watches me.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump goes my cock . . .

I drizzle oil onto her feet and slowly begin to massage it in.

“You look like you’re enjoying that a little too much.” She smiles.

“Yeah, well, for the record, I’m totally jerking off with this oil when I get home.”

She bubbles up a surprised giggle. “Sure you are.”

Ha!

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