Page 209 of Breaking the Rules

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I need him naked.

I need the intimacy. The honesty.

Like the night he told me everything.

I've never felt like that before.

I've never wanted it this badly.

God, I need to touch him.

I need to connect with him.

I need to get ahold of myself.

Ahem. "Brendon offer some bondage tips?"

"How'd you know?"

Fuck, I didn't think this over. I can't joke about my brother's sex life. It's just… ick. "You offer anything in exchange?"

"Not sure my masturbation stories are worthy."

I hide my blush behind my cup of coffee. He's teasing, but it's there in his eyes—he wants me hot and bothered over the thought of his hand around his cock.

Fuck, what a thought. "How could those possibly fail?"

"Figured Dean can pull it off."

My laugh does nothing to ease the ache in my sex. "Is that what you call it?"

He chuckles. "Nobody calls it that."

"There are a lot of euphemisms."

"You're not the euphemism type."

"Still."

He moves into the kitchen. "You want eggs?"

"You're cooking them?"

He nods.

I exaggerate my concern. "Is that really a good idea?"

"You've taught me so well."

"Even so…"

"Trust me."

God, those words do things to me. I nod an okay. I do trust him. I doubt his ability to cook anything, but I trust him. "And bacon?"

"Is there another way?"

"I'm more… you're gonna laugh."

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