Page 64 of The Bad Boy Rule

I shake my head as I pin her with aget fucking realstare. We both know exactly why she’s here, but I want to hear it out of those pretty little lips. “You know that’s not what I’m asking.”

For a moment, she hesitates, chewing the corner of her lip as her eyes bounce between mine.

And then she answers so quietly I barely hear the words I’ve been waiting for.

“I want to do it again.”

“Gonna need you to be more specific. Dowhatagain?”

Her eyes roll. “Hook up. We’re already doing this… whatever we’re doing to piss off my parents. Why not at least have fun while we’re doing it? It would make the fact that I’m stuck around youslightlymore tolerable.”

“Oh?” I murmur, biting back a grin.

Lennon shrugs noncommittally, feigning a nonchalance that I see all the way the fuck through. She’s fidgeting with the hem of her skirt, tapping her foot against the tile as she adds, “I mean, if you want to. If not, no big deal. Actually, you know what, this was stupid. Forget I even brought it up.”

When she turns to leave, I push off the counter and close the distance between us, crowding her back against the locker room wall, causing a surprised burst of air to fly past her lips. I flatten my palm along the wall behind her and use my other finger to tip her chin up. “If you wanted my dick, all you had to do was ask.”

THIRTY-ONE

LENNON

“Why do you have to ruineverythingwith your mouth?” I groan as I reach up and splay my palms along his chest to push him away from me, but I don’t get very far because he captures my wrist, circling it with his massive hand and keeping it there.

I’m all too aware that he’s naked from the waist up, his broad chest hard and unyielding beneath me, his skin warm and still slightly damp from his shower.

That tiny, flimsy towel knotted at his waist is the only thing keeping him from being fully naked while he’s nearly flush against me.

I suck in a staggering breath, willing my heart to calm as it pounds wildly in my chest.

God, what am I even doing right now?

I’ve thought the same thing a hundred times since I made the decision to come here.

His chuckle dusts my lips, unfortunately forcing me to squeeze my thighs together because my body is a traitor, and the dull throb between them is only intensifying with each passing second.

How is it possible that he’s this much of a dick, and yet somehow, Istillwant him to do the dirtiest things to me?

“You haven’t evenbegunto see the things I can do with my mouth.”

Oh my God.

Before I can even form a rational thought to respond, he adds, “But if you ask nicely, maybe I’ll show you.”

I canfeelevery syllable as he speaks directly in my clit, pulsing in a type of desperate anticipation that I’ve never experienced before.

Throbbing in sync with my heartbeat.

The furthest I’ve ever gone was with Chandler, and that was… not very far. Over-the-clothes rubbing that was honestly uncomfortable and not at all memorable.

But here I am, ready to throw myself at a guy that I dislike.Strongly.

I somehow manage to clear the fog surrounding my brain for a single moment of clarity. “O-okay.” My voice breaks slightly, a combination of want and a heavy dose of nerves. I twirl my ring around my finger as I add, “But no sex. I’m… It’s off the table.”

His thick brow arches, the smooth space between them furrowing. “But… everything else is on it?”

I nod. “I’m… inexperienced.”

“Yeah? Me too.” The corner of his lip pulls up in a smug smirk, and I roll my eyes.

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