Page 29 of My Rules

“What?”

He chuckles as he keeps taking photos while lying on his back. “I think I’m going to love this job.”

Chapter 4

My hands are curled through his hair; his head bobs up and down between my legs, and I moan as a deep shudder runs through me.

“Fuck yes,” I whisper into the darkness as my toes curl.

Big hands are on my thighs, holding my legs back as he loses control, and his face thrashes from side to side as he completely devours me. His stubble burns my skin with a familiar sting.

Fuck . . . so good.

Hell, I needed this.

He slides three thick fingers into my sex, and my body ripples around him as my back arches off the bed.

“Ahhh . . . ,” I cry.

The sound of my voice jolts me awake ...

Gasping for breath, I look around my dark and quiet room.

Nobody is here.

Oh.

I pant as my brain catches up with reality ... it wasn’t real; it was just a dream.

Disappointment fills me.

I close my eyes and throw the back of my arm over my forehead.

“Fuck.”

I’m alone . . . always alone.

I throw my legs over the side of the bed and drag myself up to a seated position. My skin is wet with perspiration; the orgasm was so close, I could taste it.

What the hell is going on with me lately?

That’s three nights in a row I’ve dreamed about sex.

I know we had a wild party—hell, I can’t even remember what happened—but whatever Taryn put into that punch must have awoken a monster in me.

A fuck monster who’s craving it hard.

I don’t know where I am in my cycle. I must be ovulating or something; this is so unlike me. I let out a dejected sigh and drag myself out of bed and into the bathroom. I flick on the light and stare at my reflection.

I’m disheveled and flushed; my hair is wild, but the only thing I can see is a primal hunger. There’s a glow radiating out of my body and bouncing around the room.

A tangible force that not even I can control.

My body needs a good working over from a strong man.

For so long, sex has been the last thing on my mind; after all, it is the one sin that stole my perfect life from me.

But it’s not a want anymore—it’s a need, and if I have to screw my vibrator one more time, I’m going to go crazy.

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