Page 65 of Rewrite the Rules

“Okay, you want the truth?”

“No, please lie to me.” Geez. My sarcasm is really starting to rub off on him.

“You read my book….”

“Yes, I did. Twice as I told you.”

“It’s just fiction.”

“I realize.”

“It’s not based on me.”

“I know that.”

“So, you read my book and then suddenly you’re okay with the whole ‘fun bunnies’ setup.” He smiles at our inside joke. “I can’t help but notice the correlation. I um…I’m not as experienced as you’re probably thinking.” My knee jiggles nervously, rippling the blanket.

Joel clutches his heart and lets out a breathy ‘awww’that from any other man would sound painfully condescending. But it’s Joel…it’s the way he looks at me. He makes what’s maybe wrong, kind of right. Somehow.

“To clarify, you think I only want to fuck you because you wrote at least ten pages about the most intense blowjob a man has ever been treated to? I think your exact words were ‘spewed out cum like a broken fire hydrant after she grazed him with her te—”

“Okay! Okay, yes, you made your point.” Heat crawls up my neck and face remembering the words I wrote. “I’ve never done that—”

“What? Make a man spew like a broken fire hydrant after—”

“Joel!”

He lets out a throaty laugh. It takes him a few seconds to compose himself. “Let me be clear. I don’t want to sleep with you because of your book. I’ve wanted you since the first time I met you and you told me I could call you Baby Spice. The very moment I knew my hot new assistant was sweet andbrave—because what levelheaded adult can admit she still loves the Spice Girls?”

I gasp. “You hold your tongue, sir. Spice Girls will rule forever. And if you want to be my lover, you better get on board with the spice magic.”

“There you go. Now you sound more like yourself.” Joel crinkles his nose as he brushes the loose strands of hair out of my face. “I only want to do things that make you feel good. Let’s just be honest and keep this fun, okay?”

“Okay.”

“You still want to do this?”

“Yes.” Now more than ever.

“How about we get a little more comfortable first? Warm up?”

“Sure, like another round?” I kick off the blanket with every intention to fetch another beer and let some liquid courage fill my veins. Joel holds me back. He slides off his glasses and tosses them on the living room table.

“No, Adler.” His eyes fog over with devilish sin. “I mean I want to go down on you right here on this couch. Until your legs are shaking and you’re begging me to stop.”

Whatever it was that just shot through my veins works better than alcohol.Like, much better.He kneels between my knees, hooks his fingers around the waistband of my leggings and thong, and urgently pulls them down to the tops of my boots.

“Well, that’s not going to work. As much as I love these boots on you…” Joel slowly unzips my left boot, then my right. He pulls them off my heels one by one and tosses them aside. My leggings and thong go next. The most sacred part of my anatomy is suddenly exposed under the bright recessed overhead lighting.

“Hm…Brazilian. For some reason I really did not expect that,” Joel mumbles almost inaudibly. I fight the urge to cross my legs out of shyness.

“It’s a little bright in here,” I complain.

“Lights dim,” Joel commands and the bulbs in the room do as they are told.

“Voice command. Impressive.”

“Everything in this place is set up on voice command. In fact, let’s see if this works—Adler, come.” Joel looks at me expectantly. I press my lips together trying not to laugh at his mood-ruining joke. “No? All right, I’ll do it myself then.” His mischievous smile is the last thing I see before he dives face first between my thighs.

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