Page 227 of Breaking the Rules
Maybe it should bother me, but it doesn't.
"Tell me—" the real estate agent moves into the hallway and motions for us to follow. "How did you two meet?"
We follow her into the other bedroom.
It's a little bigger, with a mirrored closet door and a view of the pool.
Emma goes straight to the window.
Stares at the aqua water like it's everything she wants. "There's a pool?"
"Yes." The agent launches into a discussion of the pool's hours and awesomeness.
Emma's gaze stays on the water as she nods along.
My head fills with thoughts of her in a tiny black bikini. Lying on a pool chair. Beckoning me to come closer.
My heart thuds.
My cock stirs.
I need to strip her out of that skirt.
I need to dive between her legs.
I need to bury myself in her.
No pretenses. No bullshit. No excuses.
Just the two of us connecting.
I've never had that.
I want that so fucking badly.
Not some abstract concept of intimacy.
A connection with Emma.
"Hello." Someone knocks on the apartment's front door. "Is this the open house?"
"Yes, one moment!" Sandy calls to the door. She turns to us with a serene smile and hands an application to Emma. "You'd be a lovely addition to the building."
"Thank you." Emma beams.
"Hello?" The prospective tenant calls.
"Sorry, I better go." Sandy moves into the main room and launches into a speech about the apartment.
"Think she uses that line on everyone?" I ask.
Emma shakes her head. "I'm adorable."
She is, but—"I'm surprised you can admit that."
"Should I deny it?" She pulls a pen from her purse. "Come here."
I arch a brow.
