Page 228 of Breaking the Rules
"I'm going to use your back."
"Use the floor."
She presses her foot into the carpet. "Your back is harder."
Probably true, but hearing the wordhardon her lips…
Not good for missiondon't touch Emma.
Not that it's going well.
That voice in my head, the one that's supposed to tell me that this is a bad idea, is silent.
But I can't tell if that's because my cock has it gagged and bound in the closet.
Or if it’s because I'm finally capable of seeing myself as more than a piece of shit.
"What do I get in return?" I tease her back. Keep it light. Keep my head away from thoughts of her groaningfuck, you're hard.
All right, I don't manage the latter.
But I do try.
"You get a reason to complain." She laughs. "Exactly what you always wanted."
"You sure about this place?"
"Yeah." Emma nods to the vent above her. "Feel that." She leans her head back, thrusting her chest into the air. "Sweet, sweet air-conditioning."
It is a rarity around here.
But, fuck, that's not where my head is going.
Her outfit is normal. Casual. Something stretchy and comfortable.
And tight as hell.
She looks so fucking good in the soft fabric.
Like the tough as nails woman who can handle anything.
Even a guy who can barely articulate what's in his head.
"What about your roommate?" I ask.
Her lips press together. "Good point." She fishes for her cell. "We need to send photos."
"The listing—"
"Isn't enough. We need amateur stuff."
I raise a brow.
She chuckles. "It is the best."
"Feel like I've heard that somewhere."
"Yeah, who is it that mentions it ten times a day?"
