Page 243 of By His Rule

“I’m aware…of some of it. I just didn’t want to watch something you’ve seen before.”

“Sure.”

Snatching the remote from beside me, she scrolls through the recently released list and selects some docuseries.

“Why this one?”

“Haven’t seen it. Tate said it’s good. Plus, something tells me that we’re not going to be fully focused, and I don’t want to ruin something I do want to watch.”

“Not going to be focused? I thought you were still in denial about this,” I say, gesturing between us.

“What’s a few more days of enjoying ourselves? Monday will be here before we know it.”

A wide smile spreads across my face.

“We get to fuck more?” I ask simply.

“Depends on how much you annoy me.”

“As if you’d say no.”

“I might,” she argues. “Now shush, I want to watch this.”

“You pretty much just told me that you didn’t.”

“Yeah, well, I want to at least try before you distract me with your filthy ways.”

“You love my filthy ways.”

“Maybe, maybe not.”

Throwing my cell to the other end of the couch, I reach for Lorelei instead, tugging her beside me so we can snuggle up together as the opening credits come to an end.

“I’m experiencing a lot of firsts with you, Temptress.”

I can’t see her, but something tells me that she’s smiling. I know that I am.

With my arm locked around her waist and her body tucked up against mine, we embark on my first Netflix series.

Despite her not believing we’d actually watch, it’s really interesting and I find myself sucked in after only fifteen minutes. I’m not sure Lorelei can say the same though, because sometime before the first episode is done, her breathing evens out and her body relaxes even more.

Lifting my head, I press a kiss on her shoulder and whisper, “I like having you here a little too much, Temptress.”

57

LORELEI

“You’re taking me home after the game,” I state as I emerge into Kian’s living room, tugging the small suitcase I took to Charleston behind me. Thanks to the extra bits I’ve accumulated in my short stay here, the thing is bursting at the seams, even with the fully loaded tote bag hanging over my shoulder.

“Lorelei—”

“Don’t start,” I breathe. I don’t have the energy for an argument over this.

After my impressively long nap during the Netflix series I said I wanted to watch yesterday, there wasn’t much more relaxing.

I had no idea at the time, but our little session over Kian’s desk was only the starter.

He ate me out on his couch before fucking me over the back of it. We also christened his kitchen before we finally made our way to his bed and went a few rounds in there as well.

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