Page 20 of Rules Are Meant To Be Broken

He nodded.

“I don’t…I don’t really know…teaching, I guess. I’d love to teach grade school kids. I just don’t have the guts to do it. A lowly job like that is not what wasexpectedof me.”

“Look at you all Nerdy McNerderson.”

“A what?”

“Nothing. So, why haven’t you ever given it a shot?”

“I’m too busy driving around the country, screwing this guy who spends precious time thinking of elaborate ways of breaking archaic laws.”

“About that,” he said standing. “I think I can accommodate both, come on.”

Xavier did a quick mental calculation and threw down exactly enough cash to cover their meal. Hope rolled her eyes and left a generous tip. He still hadn’t gotten used to American tipping.

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The hotel room door clicked shut behind them. Xavier crossed the room and shut the curtains. Blocking the bright sun plunged the room into darkness, as dark as cheap hotel curtains could make it in the middle of the day, that was. The room was the standard hotel room the world over. A bed, a desk, a dressing table, and two curved armchairs wasn’t much, and a large mirror which, unfortunately, failed to face the bed.

Xavier turned to Hope. He knew he looked smug. He didn’t care. He’d been set a challenge, and he’d won. The high of a victory was a great thing.

“I can’t believe that worked,” she said. “He just… he just let us pay for the room in cash.”

It hadn’t been quite that easy. It had taken a good ten minutes of Xavier pleading his sob story about them being tourists who had been mugged downtown, stripped of all their ID and credit cards. Hope had played along, although her Aussie accent was appalling. It had sounded more South African than Australian. He’d ended by telling the clerk all was not lost because they still had some cash.

Xavier had also supplied him with the phone number of the local police station, a fake name of an officer, and a made-up police report number. The clerk had never called to verify their story. It probably hadn’t hurt that he’d spent most of the time preoccupied with sideways glances at the upper portion of Hope’s dress. After the clerk had passed it on to his manager, who had passed it on to his manager, they got a final approval.

Xavier had deliberately chosen a hotel that was not part of a chain where there might have been corporate policies prohibiting room bookings without the requisite credit card and ID. Perhaps Hope and her twangy Aussie accent had helped. Probably not. Another law broken. It had beenthatsimple and another tick in the list of stupid sex laws that littered the country.

There were plenty more to be conquered. The list was long, and their route changed daily. So far, Hope seemed just as keen as he was to continue, though Xavier had to wonder what sort of life she led that allowed her to drive around the country on a whim. Working at a law firm didn’t sound like something you could skip out on. Did she have no other ties? He tried not to think about it too hard, because he was thoroughly enjoying the ride. It was an adventure that was both the stupidest and most exciting thing he’d ever done.

Right then his success seemed inconsequential when before him stood a stunning vision. Stunning was too polite. White heatradiated off her. It was blinding. He wanted to drop to his knees and bow down to her like the goddess she was.

She hadthatlook on her face. Oh, how he loved that look. In the immortal words of Messrs Jagger and Richards, she could have made a dead man come.

Hope did a tiny circle, taking in the room, as if to check whether anyone else was hiding behind the curtains. She stopped and stared at him hard, which, coincidently, made him exactly that.

Taking note of his stare, she ran her hands slowly down the front of her dress and asked, “Any ideas about what we should do next,Mr.Johnson?”

“Several things spring to mind,Mrs. Johnson.”

Neither of them moved. Was this a game of chicken? If it was, he was going to have some fun. Dropping his bag on the floor, Xavier removed his t-shirt. Not a surfie as she had teased him, nonetheless his intense Iron Man contest training had toned and tanned him enough. He felt no embarrassment exposing himself in public, let alone in the presence of a beautiful woman.

Hope remained rigidly still, giving him an approving stare.

While he kicked off his shoes, Hope’s gaze hungrily took him all in. Fine, he thought, unbuckling his belt. He’d stripped for her once before. This time he’d make it a little different. Sliding down his jeans, he made sure his arse was pointing at her when he bent down. Turning back around, he ensured he gave his crotch a gentle squeeze, also making sure she saw the outline of his manhood straining against the satin of his boxers.

Confident it was impossible to remove socks in a sexy way, Xavier tugged them off as swiftly as possible. Without even daring her to remove her dress, he slid down his boxers until he was naked before her.

Her mouth snapped shut, and she could not take her gaze off his engorged cock. She licked her lips, positively salivating.

Xavier loved every minute of it. He’d been the recipient of many a striptease in his time. It was nice to evoke a similar reaction from Hope. Perhaps he should start working on some stripper moves. Next time, he’d try harder to put on a proper performance. Maybe get a pole.

Speaking of which, his manhood stood proudly between them. It seemed rude for it to be ignored. Taking it in hand, halfway up its not inconsequential length, he gave it a gentle pull, his eyes drilling into hers.

Forehead crinkling and lips puckering, Hope moaned at the sight.

Xavier raised a questioning eyebrow and looked up and down from her long blonde hair to her red high heels.

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