Page 23 of Broken Rules

Good.His instructions had been carried out as directed.Closing the refrigerator, he sauntered to the doorway of the bedroom where Becca had disappeared.

Becca stood by the window, hugging herself.He glanced at the disheveled bed.

Ah, that’s why she’s upset.And that’s why she looked so flustered when she opened the door.

“Someone has been masturbating.”

“It helps a little bit,” she muttered.Then in a stronger voice.“I want a vibrator.”

Tyler crossed over to her, slipped his arms around her, and tugged her back against him.“After the toy class tomorrow.”

“Today.”

A demand?

“No.”He was firm.“We’ve had issues in the past where clients used some of our toys without proper instruction and ended up in the ER.We keep them locked until after the class.”

“Damn it, Tyler.”She twisted in his hold until she faced him.“I need a vibrator.”

“I can be your vibrator.”Guiding her, he walked backward to the bed.“Tell me your fantasies.”

“Right now, it’s roasting you over a fire pit.”

He laughed.“At least you’re honest.”There was the spunky woman he remembered from college.“But not so fun for me.”

“This isn’t funny.”She squirmed in his hold.

“I can remedy that.”He released her and toed off his shoes, then pulled his shirt over his head.

“What are you doing?”She stood, defiant, with her fists jammed on her hips.

“Undressing.Are you going to join me, or do you want me to peel those clothes off you—one item at a time?”

“Do it.”

There was a note of challenge in her voice.She was daring him, and he had no intention of backing down.He finished undressing, deliberately taking his time, folded his clothes precisely —again in no rush—and placed them on top of the dresser.His cock was now fully erect.He could feel her gaze boring into his skin.He turned and a soft gasp left her lips.

“Ummmm…it’s…ahh…bigger than I remember.”

“Could be.”In a few steps, he was in front of her.Leaning down, his lips hovered above hers.“I’ve been jacking off since yesterday, and it hasn’t helped me either.”

His mouth closed over hers in a soft kiss.He was going to savor every minute.He’d make her come, but onhisterms.Catching the hem of her T-shirt, he lifted.

He held their kiss until the last second, before he whisked the fabric over her head.He tossed it in the direction of the dresser.“No bra.”He palmed her bare breast, massaging it before moving to the other one.Her nipples were already hard.

“It was irritating my nipples.”

“Your skin is silky smooth.”He trailed his fingers down her sides to the waistband of her shorts.He hooked his thumbs inside the fabric.“Nice short-shorts.”

She shifted from one foot to the other.“Take them off.”

He unhooked the button and edged the zipper down, then peeled the fabric over her hips.Her musky scent tantalized his nose as he stripped her panties with her shorts.He tossed them out of the way, not caring where they landed.

“You are so beautiful.”

She squirmed beneath his gaze, then shivered when his palms covered her hips, his thumbs drawing lazy circles on her skin.Without hesitation, he dropped to his knees and blew out a breath, ruffling her pubic curls.

“Tyler.”

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