Page 372 of Breaking the Rules

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Epilogue

Hunter

Emma presses her palms to the black plastic to lift herself up. Her ass hits the slick surface. Then her legs.

She slides over the counter.

To me.

My hand goes to her hair. I cup the back of her head. Tilt her so she's staring up at me.

Her dark eyes are wide with enthusiasm.

Let's get out of here so we can fuck properly.

I see that look every day.

I never get tired of it.

Ever.

I lean down to press my lips to hers.

Her tongue swirls around mine. Her fingers dig into my hair. Her legs wrap around my hips.

I groan against her mouth.

She groans back.

Someone launches into a slow clap.

Someone else yells. "Come on, take it off. I want full penetration this time."

That's Wes.

I think.

Everything is a blur of breathy vocals, laughter, Emma's groan.

I warned Emma she'd train me to associate her favorite music genre with stripping her naked.

She did.

It gets worse every day.

I start panting the second I hear that thrashing guitar riff.

Right now, with her favorite album pouring from the speakers, her hands in my hair, her body pressed against mine—

Fuck, I'm not sure I can contain myself.

I pull back with a deep groan.

It's the only way to make sure I don't deliver on Wes's demand for full penetration.

I want her now.

Here.

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