Page 309 of Breaking the Rules
"She's got epic tits," Wes says. "Can't blame customers."
"She'll kill you for saying that." I mean, she won't. But she will shoot him a death glare. Chloe loves when Dean teases her. When anyone else makes lewd comments, she practically hops into aikido stance.
Okay, I'm pretty sure there isn't actually an aikido stance.
And Wes is the only one who does it.
But, you know…
The point stands.
"Have you had the misfortune of meeting my brother?" I motion to Brendon, who's currently in his suite, tattooing a guy who could give Franklin a run for his money in the long-haired, motorcycle riding hottie category.
"You're Brendon's sister?" he asks.
"God, you're friends, aren't you?" I ask.
He motions to the sleeve on his left arm. "Unfortunately for you."
"You didn't go back to him?" I ask.
"Wanted to try the new guy," Franklin says.
"Fuck, I feel like a piece of meat." Wes motionsgo on.
He doesn't.
I print Franklin's receipt. Press my chest together as I hand it over.
Hunter's gaze shifts to me.
He asks the ocean lover to take a break. Stands. Stretches his arms over his head.
It pulls his t-shirt up his torso.
Shows off his taut abs.
Which makes my stomach flutter.
I think I'm drooling.
And impossibly achy.
God, I'm always impossibly achy now.
I need to fuck him.
I…
I close my eyes. Picture it. The two of us in my bed. Him sliding his jeans to his ankles. Me tossing my dress over my head. Sliding a condom over his cock. Straddling him. Staring down at him as I take him.
It has to go like that.
I have to be in control.
After… practice, I can let go. Let him lead. Loose myself in him leading.
But not yet.
