Page 142 of Breaking the Rules

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The desire in her eyes. The heave of her chest. The nervous scrape of her fingernails.

She wants me.

She's holding back.

But, fuck, seeing how she wants me too—

Not good for keeping it in my pants.

"I'll, um… I'll have to keep that in mind." She clears her throat. "I don't usually listen to music. I don't want to pollute it."

"You've never wanted to share it with someone?"

"Only Kaylee. But I'm not into girls." Her eyes find mine.

"What?"

"Guys used to get alloh my God, you're so close, you must experimentwith us."

"Really?"

She nods.

"Did you?"

"Oh my God." She pushes me. Softly. Then harder.

Hard enough my ass hits the counter.

Fuck, it gives me ideas.

"I never got that," I say. "Why watch two girls go at it?"

"I think guys believe the women are going to invite them to join because they just desperately need a dick."

"Do they?"

"They? I don't know."

"Do you?"

"Are you allowed to ask that?" Her eyes light up.

"I won't tell if you don't."

"I could stand to get laid, yeah. You?"

"Don't need a dick no."

"Oh my God. That was so lame."

I laugh. "It was." Behind me, the kettle steams. I turn the stove off. Check the temperature. 205. A little hot. "Like I said, it's been awhile."

"For me too." She presses her lips together. "Why did you stop sleeping around?"

"I was never into it. It was more… something to do."

"A hobby?"

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