Page 160 of My Rules

Okay, what the hell is this hocus-pocus?

If he’s trying to seduce me, he needn’t bother; I’m already seduced. He can fuck me any way he wants to.

He turns me away from him and washes my shoulders and down my back, my arms, and then down lower, to my back entrance.

I close my eyes as he explores my body ... That feels good.

“Where’s your piercing?” I ask.

“I took it out today.” His hands come around to the front to wash my sex. “I didn’t want to scare you.”

I smile softly at the tiles. “Well, seeing it is the only thing I’ve been able to think about since you had it done.”

“What?” He turns me to face him. “You’ve been thinking about my cock, Rebecca?”

“Maybe.” I smirk.

“You bad, bad girl.” He bends and nips my ear, and I jump in surprise as goose bumps scatter up my arms. “You’ll be punished for that.”

Yes . . .

He goes back to washing me, and then he washes himself. I stand with my hands on his hips, frozen with arousal, or is it fear ... or am I just fangirling so hard that I’ve lost the ability to function?

He’s confident. I’ve never ... I mean, I know I’ve only ever been with one man before.

But Blake Grayson is an entirely new species.

He turns the taps off, and I frown in question. Wait, are we ...

He smiles down at me, as if reading my mind. “No.”

“No?”

“No.” He gets a towel and wraps it around my shoulders and begins to dry me. “We are not rushing this.”

“Blake ...” I screw up my face. “You just cleaned me up with your tongue; it’s a little bit late for that.”

He chuckles as he keeps drying me. “Baby ... I haven’t even started with the things I’m going to do with you.”

Suddenly I’m feeling way out of control, and alarm bells scream in the distance.

His dark eyes hold mine. “When and if we have sex ... you’ll fucking beg for it.”

I swallow the fear in my throat ... because I want to get on my knees and beg right now.

Help.

Two orgasms in and I’m ruined.

He dries me and wraps us both in white towels, and we walk down the hallway. I go to walk down the stairs and he stops still, causing me to look back at him. “We’re not sleeping on your couch forever, Rebecca.”

“I know.”

He raises an eyebrow with a silent dare, and I know he’s right; I need to get over myself.

Sleeping in my bed with a new man seems so foreign, but after what just happened in the bathroom, the couch will no longer cut it as a sleeping arrangement.

“Okay.” I nod, feeling stupid.

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