Page 186 of My Rules

“Why wouldn’t I be? I’m proud of my girl.” His hand slides down my arm, and he holds my hand up as his eyes drop down my body. “I mean ... look at her.”

Oh . . .

Allan returns with the keys. “This way. Mr. Grayson. I’ll show you to your room.”

“Thank you.”

We follow him along the corridor and out through a fancy garden with a water feature and down a secluded path. “You have a private infinity pool with your own twenty-four-hour butler.” The sound of the ocean is getting louder and louder the closer we get. It must be right on the water.

I hunch my shoulders up in excitement, and Blake’s eyes dance with delight.

We get to the end of a pathway and go up some stairs. He unlocks the door, and my mouth falls open. Floor-to-ceiling glass overlooks the ocean; the furniture is all in creams, and the furnishings are luxurious.

“Wow,” I gasp.

“The pool is out here.” He leads us out onto the deck. “There’s a spa, and the phone inside is for your butler. Call him anytime, twenty-four hours; he is at your service.”

I look around as my mouth falls open. “This is stunning,” I whisper in awe.

“You like it?” Blake rocks up onto his toes, as if proud of himself.

“I love it.” He takes me into his arms and kisses me.

“Is there anything else I can help you with, sir?” Allan says.

Blake’s lips stay locked on mine, and he waves his arm at Allan.

Allan smiles and leaves us alone.

I stare up at my beautiful man. “You’re spoiling me,” I whisper.

He takes my face in his hands. “Get used to it.”

“You nearly ready, Bec?” Blake calls.

“Just a minute.” I hold the curling iron as I finish up my hair. It’s taken longer than I expected. I had to curl it; with the humidity, it’s taken on a mind of its own. Frizzy doesn’t come close to what I’m dealing with here. I glance at myself in the mirror. I’m wearing a strapless, fitted coral dress and sky-high stilettoes. I wanted to be in the Cancún frame of mind and wear something colorful and happy.

I keep holding the iron as I try to curl the last piece. “Rebecca,” Blake calls. “We’re going to be late, babe.”

“Coming,” I call as I pull my fingers through my hair to try and calm it down.

Blake comes into view. He’s wearing a black dinner suit and a crisp white shirt with a black bow tie. His sandy hair has a messed-up curl to it, and his jaw looks like it could cut glass.

I don’t know if I’ve ever seen any man look so gorgeous.

He leans on the doorframe as his eyes roam up and down my body. “Wow ...,” he murmurs, almost to himself.

My stomach flutters at his reaction. “Do I look okay?”

He gives me a slow, sexy smile and walks around me, as if sizing up his next meal. Without saying a word, he drops to his knees in front of me. He slides his hands up my thighs, pulling my dress up along with it. “You look ...” He nuzzles my sex through my lace G-string. “Edible.” He pulls my panties to the side and kisses me there. His eyes close in reverence, and he lifts one of my legs up over his shoulder as his kiss deepens. His tongue rolls through my lips, and I grip his shoulders to keep my balance.

I catch sight of us in the mirror, and my hands tousle through his hair.

Oh . . .

Fuck.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, I can’t stand it,” he whispers into me; his teeth graze my clitoris, and I shudder.

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