Page 79 of Breaking Rules

I dispose of the condom and then sit with my back pressed to the headboard, wearing what I’m sure is a ridiculous grin.

When she returns, her naked body has me forgetting my fucking name. She has an hourglass figure, a narrow waist with a flat stomach and round hips that make my dick twitch even though I’ve come twice already. And don’t get me started on her fucking tits. But the most gorgeous thing about her is that genuine smile.

She climbs onto the bed and straddles my legs, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. “Ready for round two? Or three, in your case?” She cocks an eyebrow at me, wiggling her fit ass over my dick.

Hell yes, I want her again.

For a moment, we just stare at each other, totally lost in our own bubble of lust. After taking her once, I’ll do anything to have her at my mercy again. Touch her, fuck her, caress her skin. Pleasure her slowly, taking care of her and making her come over and over again.

Unraveling her is fucking liberating. Bella is irresistible, and I’m weak for her, ready to worship the ground she walks on.

Because that’s exactly what she deserves.

CHAPTER26

GOOD BOY

XANDER

October

“Want another glass of wine?”

Bella insisted we watch a movie I like, so we settled onRocknRolla. Her love for anime is pretty much like my love for Guy Ritchie movies—unmatched.

She’s tipsy, her eyes sparkling devilishly. I love when she’s uninhibited like this. She talks more, smiles wider, and laughs easily at my jokes.

“Nope.” Bella shakes her head and points a finger at me. “A sober person isn’t good company for a drunk one.”

“Are you drunk?”

“A little bit.” Giggling, she pulls off her scrunchie, and her hair spills over her shoulders. The sigh that escapes her is almost pornographic as she sinks back into the couch. “God, that feels heavenly.”

I catch a lock of her hair between my fingers and gently twirl it—it’s silky to the touch and smells like strawberry. Just those simple sensations make my pulse pick up and send heat rushing through my veins. Why would I need alcohol when I can get drunk on her?

“What do you want to do then? Watch another movie? Go to bed?”

“You should go to bed; you have an early morning. I’ll stay out here and read for a bit.” She nods at the purple paperback on the coffee table.

“Read? What’s your book about?” I lunge for it, but she’s faster. In the blink of an eye, the paperback is pressed against her chest.

“You won’t like it.”

Brow quirked, I hover a little closer. “Why?”

“It’s romance.” She shrugs, her attention drifting to something behind me. “Jake used to call it porn. He’d make fun of me every time he saw me reading.”

Anger seeps into my veins, the way it does every time she brings that fucker up. “Why would he say that?”

She shrugs. “It’s nothing like porn. In these stories, people fall in love, have sex, and then get their happily ever after. The guys treat their women with love and respect. They’d basically burn the world for them.”

Intrigued, I scoot a little closer. “And how detailed are the sex scenes?”

Bella blinks at me and then bursts out laughing. “That’s the part you picked up on?”

“I’m just curious, baby.” I wrap my fingers around the spine of the book. “I’m not making fun of you, and I’d never judge you for what you love. I just want to know more about the things you enjoy.”

I ease the book from her hands and look down at the title. “What is it about?”

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