Page 80 of Illicit

I don’t take my eyes off her ass. “Only dripped with sarcasm.”

She turns, and I barely get a good look at her from the front before she returns to me, pressing her front to mine. “Then I owe you a heart-felt thanks. I love them.”

I drag my hands down her body to land on her hips. “I’d love them more on the floor.”

“But then I’d be completely naked.” She widens her eyes and is back to throwing sarcasm. Shockingly, I’m good with it when she’s mostly bare. “You don’t want to tempt the no-sex rule, right?”

“You little minx. It seems like you’re doing just that by talking about the rule. Plus, the no sex rule can be followed as long as one of us is dressed. Another rule to add to the list.”

“Another rule?” she asks. “How is that fair for me?”

“Because you’re going to benefit from it. It’s a promise I won’t break.”

She looks into my eyes, and because I know her well enough, I know she’s dead-ass serious. “I’ve never known you to break a promise.”

I shake my head, and my answer is as grave as her own words. “Never. Especially to you.”

She nods. “I know. Even when I made you promise to leave me alone the last two years. You agreed and you followed through.”

She slides her hand down.

Down.

And farther down.

When she palms my hard dick over my pants, she gives me a firm stroke. I shift my legs to adjust myself and she cups me.

She has me by the balls.

Figuratively.

Literally.

Deliciously.

I’ve never been happier.

“If we get to skip the getting-to-know-you phase, why so many rules?”

“I told you why, and I’m not changing my mind. I’ll do all kinds of other shit with you, but making you mine?” I shake my head. “That’s for life.”

“Life,” she echoes and licks her lips.

Her gaze travels south while her fingers make quick work of the buttons on my shirt as she tugs. She’s not patient and shoves my shirt over my shoulders as fast as she can.

She tips her face to mine. “I’m not going to lie. I’m bummed about the no sex.”

I shrug like it’s no skin off my back, even though I’ll bet I’m more bummed than her. She drags her nails lightly down my skin and I get to watch her lean in and press her lips over my heart.

That’s when I feel her fingers at my waistband. I grab her hand. “Teagan. Do not tempt me to break my own rule. You know how I feel about being in control.”

“But—”

“It’s hard enough sleeping next you in my boxers.” I rip her hands from my pants and pick her up under the arms. She squeals but wraps her legs around my waist to hold on. My hands go to her bare ass in those sexy as fuck underwear. Her barely covered pussy is pressed to my bare abs. I turn and put her back to the bed coming down on top of her. We’re nose to nose again. “I’m waiting.”

She beams up at me. “For what?”

I give her more of my weight. “You know what.”

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