Page 205 of My Rules

Our drinks arrive, and we all hold them up to tap. “Cheers.”

“What does that mean?” Peter replies as he sips his drink.

“Well ...” Blake shrugs. “I’ve been dating Rebecca for about four months, and she’s been dating me for two weeks.”

“What?” Hannah laughs. “Please explain.”

“Yes, Blake.” I laugh too. “Explain this to me as well.”

“Well ...” Blake’s eyes dance with mischief as he sips his drink. “Bec and I have been friends for years, and I decided about four months ago that she was the girl for me, so I stopped seeing other women and began sleeping on her couch at every opportunity.”

I smile as my eyes linger on his handsome face.

“She, however, took her time and didn’t make a move until two weeks ago.”

“What happened two weeks ago?” Peter smiles into his margarita.

“She followed me into the shower and seduced me.”

I snort my drink up my nose in surprise, and the table erupts into laughter.

“I did not!” I cry.

“Oh please, admit it.” Blake rolls his eyes. “You did too.”

“This is a cute meet-cute.” Hannah smiles. “He dated you for months longer than you dated him. Classic.”

I can’t believe he told them that. I tighten my grip on his thigh, and he puts his hand over mine and throws me a sexy wink as he blows a kiss.

“How did you two meet?” Blake asks them.

They begin to go into a long-winded story, but my mind lingers on what Blake said.

He stopped seeing other women ...

For me.

I smile as I sip my margarita. All these little pieces of the Blake Grayson puzzle keep falling into place, and I have to tell you.

This man is a masterpiece.

My heart races as Blake’s body stays buried deep in mine. We are lying on our sides, and he’s curled up behind me.

The soothing sound of the ocean filters through the room, and the sun is just peeking through the curtains.

“This vacation is like a dream,” I whisper sleepily.

We laugh all day and make love all night.

“Hmm.” I feel him smile as he kisses a trail down my face and over my jaw. We cannot get enough of each other. He slowly pulls out and holds me close.

“I don’t want to go home tomorrow.”

“Hmm.” He lifts my top leg and rests it over his body. His fingers slowly slide through my dripping, swollen sex. “I love feeling me in you.”

I smile into my pillow. “That’s because you’re sick and perverted.”

He nips my ear and slides his fingers into me. It’s not in a sexual way; it’s in an intimate way. He likes the feeling of my body filled with his. His fingers slide through my wet flesh, and he kisses my neck. “Seriously ... how are you so fucking hot?”

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