Page 71 of My Rules

“Bec,” I whisper.

She keeps sleeping.

“Bec,” I say a little louder.

She jumps awake with a start and screws up her face at me. “What?” she snaps.

“I have good news.”

She rolls over and puts her back to me as she pulls the blankets up around her face. “Go back to sleep, Blake.”

“It’s fucking freezing in here.”

“I don’t know how to work the air conditioning,” she grumbles.

“Well, I’m freezing.”

“Get under the blankets,” she snaps. “You big baby.”

I get into bed beside her, and she continues to sleep with her back to me while I scroll through my phone.

I didn’t imagine this, did I?

I log back in to Foot Finder and do the math again.

Nope, I was right.

“You made forty-seven hundred dollars yesterday,” I say out loud.

She’s quiet for a moment as she registers what I said. “What?”

“On Foot Finder. Our icing pic went off.”

“What?” she scoffs as she rolls over in a rush. “What do you mean?”

I show her the dashboard screen, and she squints to read it.

“Do you need glasses?” I ask.

“One hundred percent.” She keeps squinting.

“Are you fucking blind or something?”

“Oh my god.” She sits up in a rush as she stares at my phone, and it’s then that I see she’s wearing a see-through nightdress.

It’s pale pink and sheer, and I can see the coloring of her nipples on her full breasts. My eyes drop down to linger on her cleavage and then lower to her breasts.

Thump . . . thump . . . thump . . . goes my cock.

Pain radiates through me.

“Ahh.” I wince.

This fucking piercing has got to go. I can’t even get an erection without having a near-death experience.

The pain begins to spiral up to my balls ... Oh, fuck me dead.

“Wait a minute, is this for real?” she gasps.

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