Page 325 of Breaking the Rules

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I can smell his shampoo.

And that faint hint of sweat.

It's never been appealing before.

But it is.

I want to work him hard.

Until we're both panting and dripping.

That's not happening today.

But one day…

Maybe I can get there.

Maybe it really is possible.

I take another deep breath.

This time, my exhale doesn't feel quite so heavy.

It's more… free.

I lean back on my heels as I bring my hand to Hunter's stomach.

My fingers trace the lines of his muscles.

Then his tattoos.

His eyelids flutter together as I drag my fingertips up his torso.

I make my touch featherlight.

Up his stomach, chest, neck.

Down the same path.

Past his belly button and that soft tuft of hairs beneath it.

All the way to the waistband of his jeans.

It feels good, touching him.

Watching need spread over his expression.

Bit by bit, I push my other thoughts aside.

Until there's only one thing in my head:

Must drive Hunter wild.

I undo the button of his jeans. The zipper.

My palm finds his cock.

The soft cotton of his boxers is in the way, but he's hard under that.

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