Page 81 of Breaking the Rules
"Hunter's birthday is coming up," he says.
"Oh yeah." Her eyes light up. "It is."
"So. Party time." He motionslet's go.
"Okay, sure. Any other demands you want me to follow? You know I live and die to satisfy your whims." She rolls her eyes.
"What was that? I hearsatisfy you." He winks at her. "If you're in for an exciting—"
"Thirty seconds," Ryan calls from his suite.
"That's a compliment, you know." He blows Emma a kiss. "That's how badly I want you."
She makes a show of dodging it. "Only if you finish the job after."
"After?" He shakes his head. "First."
"Always?" she asks.
"Of course." He nudges me. "Am I right, Keating?"
"Yeah." My jaw cricks. He's not actually offering to fuck Emma, but the thought still finds its way into my head.
"Fuck. Nobody wants to hear about your dick," Ryan says.
"He hasn't even started with the piercing talk yet." Emma laughs.
I turn to her and raise a brow.
She nods.
"Why?" I ask.
"Why not?" he asks.
"Fuck. Ow." And I thought getting sober was painful.
"Yeah, but now he has an extra excuse to bring up his dick thirty times a day. It really worked out for him," Emma says.
"Went six weeks without fucking anyone," Dean says.
"That's not that long," Emma says.
"Even myself."
"Still…" She folds her arms. "I could do that blindfolded with my hands tied behind my back."
"Oh shit, you're into that too?" he teases.
She sticks her tongue out. "Hell no."
"Never?" I ask.
"Never what?" Her eyes find mine.
"You've never wanted a guy to tie you up?" I ask.
The teasing drops from her voice. "I'd rather be in control."
