Page 265 of Breaking the Rules

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Maybe.

I bring my hand to his wrist. Walk backward to lead him to the couch.

My calves hit the leather cushions.

His hands curl around my ass.

In one swift motion, he lifts me and sets me on the couch.

I push myself onto my knees. Press my palm against his chest. Drag the other over his torso.

Fuck, he feels good.

Wet.

Warm.

Hard.

I savor the feel of his soft skin against my fingertips.

Then I bring my hand lower.

To the rough waistband of his boxers.

Slowly, I push the garment off his hips.

My eyes go wide.

He really is huge.

It's more obvious this close.

And, God, he really is close.

I want to wrap my hand around him.

And run a million miles away.

This is everything I want.

And everything that terrifies me.

I swallow hard. Look up at him as I brush my palm against his tip.

His eyelids press together.

A sigh falls off his lips.

"Fuck."

God, that feels good.

This is Hunter.

My…

He's really my boyfriend.

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