Page 162 of My Rules

The carnal need to fuck begins to take me over.

Stop.

I close my eyes to try and will away my arousal. I want to wake up with her and make her breakfast and ...

Throb . . . throb . . . throb . . .

Yeah, that’s not going to happen.

If I stay here, we are 100 percent fucking.

With one last long look at the goddess, I quietly climb out of bed. I sneak out of the bedroom and close the door behind me. I find my clothes in the bathroom and gingerly put them on.

I don’t want to sneak out, but I literally have no choice.

I got away with last night, but I’m pretty sure if I come in hard and heavy this morning, it isn’t going to end well for me.

This is for the best.

I walk down the stairs and put my shoes on and then peer out the front window through the crack in the curtains. Where’s Carol? That busybody is just waiting to catch me sneaking out of here. I mean, I do sleep over all the time.

So why am I worried about it today? Because last night was different.

A broad smile crosses my face. I can hardly contain my excitement.

It happened.

I get a vision of us in the shower last night and glance back at the stairs ... a rematch?

No.

I keep looking through the curtains for Carol. Why am I even worried about her, anyway? Just go out there and act normal.

I go to the front door and drop my shoulders to psych myself up. Lying isn’t my strong point; it never has been. In fact, I’m completely useless at it.

I open the door in a rush and quietly close it behind me. I look left and I look right, and the coast seems clear. I hotfoot it across the grass toward my house.

“Good morning, Blake,” Carol’s voice calls out.

Damn it.

I glance over to see her talking to Henley and Juliet on their driveway.

“Morning, Carol.”

Henley’s eyes widen as he connects the dots, and he points at me. Juliet’s eyes widen farther.

Fuck.

Code red. I’m caught.

“Have a nice night, dear?” Carol asks all-knowingly.

Fuck you, Carol.

“Yes. Called in and watched a movie with Rebecca on the way home from my date. Slept on her couch as usual.”

“Oh, I see.” Carol smiles. Henley rolls his eyes, and Juliet continues to stare at me wide eyed.

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