Page 204 of Breaking the Rules
"If that happened, do you really think I'd tell you?"
His smile is wide. Knowing. "I could help you out."
"By cheating on your girlfriend?"
"Em, you think so little of me."
No, actually. Dean would do a lot of shit, but he'd never do that. He's smitten. Still, I make a point of rolling my eyes.
"Just gonna give you some tips."
"Just the tip? Hmm, when have I heard that before?"
"Guys are still using that line?"
"No. But you trod it out every other week."
"This about the amateur porn?" His expression gets dead serious. "Or the Prince Albert?"
A laugh spills from my lips. Then another.
I press my arm against my stomach to hold back my giggle fit, but it doesn't happen. Dean is just…
He's so fucking ridiculous.
"If I have to hear another word about your cock, I'm gonna riot," Walker calls from his suite.
Chloe looks to Dean—she's sitting in his suite, on his teal chair, perfecting a sketch.
Her smile is smaller, but it's as wicked as his.
It's incrediblyyes, let's talk about your cock somewhere more private. And by talk, I mean fuck hard and fast.
My stomach pangs with jealousy.
I don't want Dean.
But I do want that.
It's hard having a couple working here. They're just so… adorable and dirty in equal measures.
Despite her short black hair, heavy eyeliner (which looks so amazing with her almond eyes. She's half-Korean, half-Italian, all badass), tattoos, and combat boots, she projects innocence.
But Dean is dirty as all hell.
I'm sure he's corrupted her.
Fucked her every way a person can be fucked.
Hunter is just as dirty.
But he's unwilling to share it with me.
He's adamant about this wholewe're only friendsthing.
"Shit, Em, what were we talking about?" he asks.
"How quickly guys come." I make my voice loud. So everyone can hear. Okay, so Hunter can hear.
