Page 190 of Breaking the Rules

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At the moment…

I close my eyes. Wrap my hands around my cock. Let my thoughts flit to Emma.

Her perfect tits.

Her soft thighs.

Her low groan.

I come harder than I have in a long fucking time.

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After my shower,I lock myself in my room and spill my thoughts onto the paper until my hands are numb.

Sketching helps.

But not enough.

It's too late for clarity.

I rise, piss, wash my hands, brush my teeth, turn off the light in the hall.

The room glows from the light of the TV downstairs.

Emma is on the couch. Silent. Still.

She's asleep.

Peaceful.

I'm tempted to leave her there—I've done enough to disturb her today—but I need to bring her this little bit of comfort.

I move downstairs quietly. Wrap my arms around her. Lift her to my chest.

She stirs as I ascend the stairs.

Her eyelids flutter open.

Her dark eyes fix on mine.

For a split second, she stares at me like I'm everything she wants.

Then she blinks and her eyes are closed again.

She rests her head against my chest.

Digs her fingers into my back.

She's quiet as I carry her into her bedroom and lay her on the bed.

It's the first time I'vereallyseen her bedroom.

It's different than the room at her apartment.

That was sparse. Empty. Soulless.

This room is brimming with life.

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