Page 166 of My Rules

“Why do you want to stay longer in Cancún?” I act dumb.

“I have a few things in mind I would like to do.”

“Such as?”

“Go to the gym, play golf. That sort of thing.”

“Oh.” I nod. “Right, well, maybe I can’t get the time off, after all.”

He grabs me aggressively and pins me to the wall. “Get the fucking time off.” He bites my neck. “Or else.”

I giggle up at the ceiling as his teeth ravage my neck. “Or else what?”

“Or else you won’t be able to come to the gym or play golf.” He steps back from me and gives me a broad smile.

My heart flutters in my chest at the sight of him.

“So ...” He steps back again. “I’ll see you later in the week.”

When?

“Okay.” I act casual.

What time of what day will I see you?

He takes me into his arms and hugs me as he holds me tight.

Honestly . . .

His lips take mine as he kisses me, and I feel my feet float from the floor. A little tongue, a little suction, and a whole lot of forbidden promise.

The way he kisses is just so ...

“Goodbye.” He steps back, but I’m not ready to say goodbye yet. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him back down to kiss again.

“Did you put your piercing back in?” I ask.

His big hands wrap around my waist as he pulls me close. “You know, for someone taking things slow, you sure talk about my cock a lot.”

I smile against his lips. “Well, it’s a very interesting topic.”

He chuckles and steps back, and I know he’s making himself leave just as much as I’m making myself let him go.

“Try to get the extra time off,” he reminds me as he walks through the front door and out onto my porch.

“Okay.” I lean on the doorjamb and watch him walk down the front steps.

“Oh.” He turns around and comes back. “By the way, Carol is onto us.”

“I heard.” I smirk.

“I thought we were keeping it a secret?”

“Why?”

He frowns. “You don’t want to keep it a secret until your divorce is final?”

“I got the house signed over to me last week.” I beam proudly.

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