Page 169 of My Rules

“But then I don’t want him to think that I want to break up if I say no.”

“Just tell him that you’re not ready.” I throw another bra into my basket. “Or say you don’t want to live with your boyfriend until you get engaged.”

“You don’t think that sounds pushy, like I’m expecting a proposal or something? Because believe me, I’m not.”

“No,” I scoff. “Say it like it is. Chloe, if there’s one thing I’ve learned over the last five years, it’s that being Little Miss Nice Girl gets you nowhere.”

“True.”

Chloe glances at her watch. “Shit. We have to get moving. Our laser appointments are in half an hour across town.”

“Crap.” I begin to storm to the counter to pay. “I cannot miss that appointment.”

The sun is just coming over the horizon, and I smile as I power walk along with a spring in my step.

It’s just after 6:30 a.m. I’m out exercising, and I’m feeling very proud of myself. I’ve been eating well, sleeping great, and dreaming of a particular handsome man.

I feel good, so good that I can’t wipe the dreamy smile from my face.

I turn the corner onto Kingston Lane as I plan my day. Once I get home, I’ll go to school early and get some extra work done. Now that my weekend has turned into a six-day vacation, I want to get some extra lessons prepared for my substitute teacher.

Six days . . . with Blake.

I get a shiver of excitement. Honestly, things couldn’t be going better between us.

He isn’t being pushy or overbearing. In fact, I’m missing him. I usually see him a lot more than I have this week.

I glance up, and speak of the devil, Blake’s garage door slowly goes up, his car pulls out, and he breaks out into a breathtaking smile when he sees me walking up the road.

His car slowly drives toward me, and I grab the bottom of my T-shirt to pretend I’m going to flash my boobs at him. He chuckles and pulls the car into my driveway and gets out. He’s wearing a navy suit and a crisp white shirt. His heavenly cologne wafts through the air.

How didn’t I notice all these dreamy things about him before now? The man is a bona fide walking orgasm.

“I’d like a word with you inside, young lady.” He raises his eyebrow, as if acting angry.

“What about?”

“Street flashing.”

A thrill of excitement runs through me, and trying as hard as I can to act casual, I walk into my house; he follows me in and closes the front door behind him.

As soon as we’re in private, the mood changes between us. He stares down at me as I stare up at him, and the air crackles between us.

He steps forward and takes me into his arms and kisses me. His hands drop to my behind and grind me onto him.

Suddenly we’re desperate for each other, and we fall back as arousal takes us over.

“You’re all I can fucking think about,” he breathes against my lips.

“Same.” I push him to walk backward to the couch, and as his legs hit it, he falls down, and I climb over his lap. His hands go to my hip bones, and he begins to pull me down onto him as we kiss like animals.

He pulls out of the kiss to look up at me with dark eyes as my body rocks onto his erection. He’s thick and swollen and ... he’d feel so good deep inside me.

Fuck.

I don’t want to play this waiting game anymore.

I want him now.

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