Page 71 of Enforcing the Rules

“Yes,” I whispered, looking into his eyes. He was my man, and it felt right.

“Then it is my problem, and I’ll handle it.”

It felt so good to have that weight lifted off my shoulders, and it seemed like taking that on for me was easy. It probably wasn’t.

Utah reached for the hem of my shirt on pulled it over my head. My arms went up, helping him. Next, he squatted at my feet and slipped off my shoes, then unzipped my jeans and tugged them down. When I stood before him in only my bra and panties, he sat back on his haunches and stared.

“Prettiest girl in the world.”

His fingers lightly ran over the burgundy lace of the set I’d bought at Victoria’s Secret. It’d been tucked in my drawer for a long time because I had no one special to wear it for. Now I did.

“I like this. Real sexy. I like the way it matches.”

“Well, enjoy. I don’t have a lot of fancy lingerie. This is my best one.”

“Guess I’m gonna have to take you shopping.”

I giggled. “Somehow, I can’t see you sitting in a chair while I sort through panties.”

He chuckled and stood. “Probably not. I guess I’ll have to give you my credit card and send you off with Lola. You can surprise me.”

“That does sound like fun. I do love shopping.”

“I’ll text Lola tomorrow. Knowing her, she’ll plan a whole girl’s day and involve her brat pack.”

“She has a brat pack?”

“Yup. You’ll like them.”

“Maybe Lizzie can come along.”

“Babe?”

“Yeah?”

“I can think of things I’d rather do right now than talk about this.”

I took his hint and dropped to my knees, reaching for his zipper.

His palm settled on the crown of my head, cradling it. I peeked up at him as his erection popped into my waiting hands, and I held his gaze as I closed my mouth around it.

His eyes heated, and he brought his other hand around, threading his fingers into my hair. “There’s my good girl.”

It wasn’t long before my lace bra and panties were on top of the pile of his clothes on the floor, and I was on my back with Utah on top of me. He slowly pumped in and out of me, my eyes locked with his.

This time, our connection was even stronger. He’d opened up to me, and I to him. We’d shared things we’d been afraid to tell each other, and we’d gotten past them. In that moment, I felt as if anything was possible with this man.

In opening up to me, he’d allowed himself to be vulnerable, and I knew that was something that probably scared him more than death itself.

He’d trusted me with his deepest secret. And I didn’t take that lightly.

I felt protective of him, and I never wanted to let him down.

I think he felt the same about me.

There wasn’t any other person on the planet I wanted to be with more than this man. This crazy contradiction of hard and soft, rough and gentle, strong and vulnerable.

He’d shown me more of what it meant to be a man than any I’d ever met.

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