Page 90 of My Rules

“Having you on my lap made my dick hurt.”

I giggle in surprise. “Is that thing ever not hard?”

“Not when I’m around you, it’s not.” He smiles.

Oh . . .

“Can I ask a serious question?”

“Not a fan of serious questions.” He widens his eyes as he picks up a strawberry and dips it into chocolate.

“I know, but ...” I smirk. “I can’t believe I’m even asking this, but what on earth would make you pierce your dick?”

He chuckles as he puts the whole strawberry into his mouth and chews it. “Well, the truth is, it wasn’t completely spontaneous.”

“It wasn’t?”

“I’ve wanted to do it for a long time, and when the boys and I were in Bali a couple of years ago, I was going to do it then, but when they brought out the needle, I chickened out and got the hell out of there.”

“Why do you want an earring in your dick?”

“It’s not an earring, it’s a bar, and it’s not for me.”

I frown in confusion.

“Sex for a woman is apparently ten times better with an apadravya piercing, and the concept fascinates me.”

I blink in surprise.

“Because”—he pops another strawberry into his mouth and chews it—“why not enhance the pleasure of my favorite pastime?”

“What?” I frown. “You would put yourself through all this pain just so you’re better in bed?”

He smirks as his eyes darken. “Well ... if you’re going to do something, why not be the best at it?”

I watch as he picks up a strawberry and dips it into the chocolate. In slow motion, he licks it off. His tongue is long and thick, and a throb of arousal pumps through my sex.

The best at it.

I guiltily snap my eyes away. Okay ... fuck. I need to get laid.

This. Is. Blake.

Just Blake ... friend Blake, not a best at it fuck buddy.

“Would you ever . . . ?” he whispers.

“Truthfully?” I ask.

He nods.

“I’d be scared that the condom would break and I’d end up pregnant.”

His face falls in horror.

“You hadn’t thought of that?” I laugh. “Oh my god, aren’t you a doctor?”

He chuckles and drags his hand down his face. “Maybe I didn’t thoroughly think this through.”

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