Page 310 of Breaking the Rules
Not until I…
God, I wish I had a better term than practice.
Who says that?
I need to practice at sex so I can be really good at it. I've been warming the bench for a while because of an, erm, injury four months back. Almost five now, I guess. But I'm doing my rehabilitation and I'm ready to go back into the game. Just need practice.
How the hell did I pick up these sports metaphors?
This is worse than comic books.
Which are actually highly entertaining.
And full of super-hot guys in spandex.
Not that sports are lacking for hot guys in tiny clothes.
But…
Uh…
"Hey." Hunter presses his palms into the counter. Looks to Wes and Franklin with ahey, maybe some privacy.
They stay put.
"This guy bothering you?" Franklin asks.
"No." God, he has such pretty blue eyes. I never get tired of them. "He's here as eye candy."
"Oh?" Franklin chuckles.
"Yeah. Which means." I motiontake it off.
"Call Dean if you want that," Hunter says.
"This is cruel and unusual punishment," I say.
Hunter shrugswhat are you going to do about it.
"Torture you," I say,
"Already doing that," he says.
"How?"
"Sitting here staring."
"I don't stare," I say.
"You do too."
"Do not."
"And you wear these dresses that demand my attention."
"I like this dress."
"I do too." His voice drops as his gaze shifts to my chest.
