Page 117 of Changing Rules

Which means it’s time to walk away. I climb the porch steps, and as I reach for the doorknob, I peer back at him. “I’ll let you know if my aunt is okay with Milo staying for the weekend.”

“Thank you,” he murmurs, hiding his hands in his pockets. “Good night.”

“Good night,” I echo, though I don’t move.

His eyes sparkle, and I know I should’ve walked away a second ago. “What are you going to do? Sleep?”

I push open the door and step inside. “I’m too wound up for sleep now.”

“Netflix?”

I shake my head. “A book.”

“Do you still read those erotic romances?” he teases, his eyes flashing like blue flames.

“I do.” A tingling sensation washes over me, but I choke it back.

I should’ve walked away.

“Are you going to read one now?” He sinks his hands deeper into his pockets.So not obvious.

“I am.”

“What is it about?” he asks, his voice rough. “Maybe I should give it a read.”

“No way I’ll spill the tea about what I read when I’m all alone and want to get rid of the tension. It’s my book for P. Find yourown.” Before I shut the door, I can’t help but give him a once-over. Horny, sex-deprived Xander has always been something else.

“P is for pleasure?” The way he pronounces that word,pleasure, is enough to make heat pool in my belly. I’ll definitely be spending a little time with my magic wand tonight. This pent-up frustration isn’t good.

“P is for pleasure,” I confirm, closing the door in his face.

Given the desire in his eyes, I’d be surprised if he made it home before he jerked off. That thought brings with it an image of him fucking his hand in his car, andthatvision quickly morphs into a memory of him and me in the backseat of his Porsche.

Riling him up may be fun, but I’ve tortured myself just as thoroughly, dammit.

CHAPTER 32

GOOD DOGGIE

XANDER

August

We beatDallas last night and are headed back to Boston shortly.

The win was almost as satisfying as seeing Bella on Saturday—and the fact that she finally unblocked me, of course.

She was incredibly happy to see Milo when I dropped him off. And, if I’m not mistaken, she even flirted back when I told her how beautiful she looked. My dog was just as elated to see her; the two of them were almost instantly lost in their own world. I’m not sure he’ll want to leave her side when I get back. He loves her more than he loves me.

And fuck if I don’t want to trade places with my dog. If only I lived in a fairy tale where body swapping were possible.

I’m so damn desperate for my girl. And horny. So horny, I worried my hand would fall off after days jacking off to the memory.Find your own. Why would I need a book when my imagination is full of her? For me, B is for pleasure. B is for so much more than that too.

I unlock my phone and send her a quick text, just to check in. I swear I’m doing my best to not overstep her boundaries.

Me:

What are you up to? Is Milo behaving himself?

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