Page 192 of My Rules

“Well, everyone you meet seems to be bewitched.”

I smile up at my handsome date. “There’s only one person I want to bewitch.”

His eyes hold mine, and the air crackles between us.

“And who is that?” He plays along.

“Well ... he’s tall and handsome and kind and smart.”

He smiles over the crowd on the dance floor. “Keep going. This is doing wonders for my confidence.”

“And when he looks at me, I get all the goose bumps.”

He leans in close and puts his mouth to my ear. “And how’s his dick?”

I giggle in surprise. “I have no idea.”

He pulls back to look at my face, puzzled.

“I’m talking about Blake Grayson Sr.”

“My father?” he gasps as he pokes me in the ribs, and I laugh out loud. “You wound me.”

“I’m joking.” I laugh. “I’m joking.”

He jerks me closer with his hand as a pretend punishment.

“How’s his dick?” I repeat his question.

He smiles mischievously. “Yes.”

“Incredible ... I never knew sex could be so good.” I smile up at my handsome date. “You are giving me quite the education.”

His eyes darken as he stares at me. “Then we should go home and pound that pussy.”

I burst out laughing. “So romantic, Dr. Grayson.”

He spins me out and pulls me back in as I laugh out loud. “You have no idea.” He pulls me closer, and his lips meet mine. We kiss tenderly, and he smiles down at me.

“Thanks for coming with me.” His eyes roam over the crowded dance floor. “I know weddings are ...”

“Fun.” I beam up at him.

“Interesting.” He kisses me again. “Let’s sneak out of here.”

I look around. “It’s not over yet, though. How do we sneak out of here?”

“You go to the bathroom, and I’ll go and tell my family that I have a headache.”

“Right.” I frown as I listen.

“You come back from the bathroom, and I’ll ask you if we can leave.”

“Ahh, so your family can’t blame me.” I tap my temple. “Smart.”

“My family won’t blame you, but I don’t want you to hear me tell them we are going home to pound pussy.”

I bubble up a giggle. “Please don’t.”

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