Page 211 of Breaking the Rules
And, well, I always like dirt.
Hunter shakes his head. "I wouldn't do him justice."
"Paraphrase."
He studies my expression. Decides this is a good enough idea. "He was flirting with this sweet blond chick in a long dress. She was modest. Innocent. Kept talking about church and volunteering. Then he gets to her bedroom and it's a fucking dungeon."
"Really?"
"Yeah. She changes into this black corset and boots that go up to her cunt and she orders him onto his back and sits on his face."
"Was he into it?"
"Way into it."
"So he…" I clear my throat. "He's submissive?"
"No." Hunter chuckles. "He's open-minded."
"Slutty?"
Hunter nodsyeah. "He's not like me."
"Not wounded and broody?"
He shoots me a teasingwatch it. "He likes sex for the connection."
"No fear of intimacy."
"Yeah." He pulls the eggs from the fridge. Cracks them in a bowl. Whisks them. "But no real desire to commit either."
"One-night stands left and right?"
"More flings."
"Get in, get out, avoid getting hurt?"
"Something like that."
"I get that." I wrap my fingers around my cup. Bring it to my lips. Sip. Sigh.
His eyes flit toward me. They light up with desire, but his posture stays cool calm.
God, that towel is so right around his hips.
He's just…
I just…
MMMMM.
"I guess that's how I've always operated." I press my palms into the mug. Soak up its warmth. "It's never been a conscious thing. I've just never found a guy who interested me enough."
"You're a lot to handle."
"Hey."
"It's a compliment."
