The Rule Breaker

"Why not both?"

"Fuck you at his party?"

"You think I won't do it?" She raises a brow, daring me.

Honestly, I don't know what she'll do. If I can call her on it. "What about your bathroom policy?"

"Go to his bedroom."

"His bed?"

She shakes her head. "The wall. Or a dresser or something. I haven't seen his bedroom."

"Yet?"

She nods true. "You wouldn't do that… would you?"

"Fuck you in his room?"

"Drop me there."

"Well… if you'd rather fuck him."

"Oh my god, Ollie." She swats me playfully. "Don't be an idiot."

"You're the one trying to tease me."

"I said maybe I'd let him watch me masturbate. Not that I'd fuck him."

"It's still sex."

She bites her lip. "I guess… it would be just as intimate. More maybe."

"Can I watch?"

"Can you watch?"

"You fuck yourself?" I ask.

"Right now?"

"Angel, do you have a death wish?"

She laughs. "I meant… whenever we get where we're going. And no. You promised to fuck me."

"Tomorrow."

"I'll think about it."

"You can say no."

"Hard to tease you if I say no," she says.

I raise a brow.

She laughs. "I should make you earn it."

"How will I do that?"

"On your knees."

My eyes flit to her thighs. Fuck, I want to roll that dress to her waist, pry her legs apart, lick her until she's screaming. "You coming on my face?"

She nods yeah.

"Whatever you want, mistress."

Her cheeks flush. "I'm not sure I'm going that far."

"No? Never want to role play as a professor punishing her student?"

She shakes her head.

"What if I'm the professor?"

Her teeth sink into her lip. "Maybe."

"You'll consider it?"

She nods exactly.

"You still didn't answer?"

"Huh?"

"About Pearl Jam?"

"Oh." She laughs. "Do I like cum? How do I answer that?"

"With a yes or no."

"I don't like it in particular, no." Her laugh gets louder. "I'm not going to utilize it for other purposes."

"And you don't like to swallow."

"Jesus, Ollie."

"What? No shame in that," I say.

"Yeah, but, you just… go there."

"You'd rather I not come in your mouth?"

"I don't know." She laughs. "When you say it like that, it sounds kind of hot."

"But it won't be hot if you're gagging on my cock."

This time, she shakes her head as she laughs. "I guess, yes, I'd prefer somewhere else. But who said I'm sucking you off?"

"Angel, you're crazy if you think I'm doing anything but fucking you."

"Like you said. Tomorrow."

I raise a brow.

"I don't remember offering."

"You don't want to?"

Her eyes flit to my crotch. "I didn't say that."

She's teasing, I know. And I fucking love it.

As much as I want to keep the mood light, I have to set the record straight.

"If you don't want to, don't," I say. "I can live without it."

"Oh?"

"But if you do want to, then I'm happy to watch your pretty red lips stretch over my cock."

She swallows hard.

"And more than happy to come on your gorgeous tits." Say, if she peeled her dress to her waist again. And I could tug at that pretty silver hair as she wrapped her lips around me. "Dammit, angel, you're gonna kill me."

"All you this time."

"Maybe."

"You are a lot dirtier than Patrick. I'll give you that."

"Glad to take the honor," I say.

"It suits you."

"But you shouldn't test me. Might drop you at his apartment."

"You won't," she says.

"You sure about that?"

She nods.

But she doesn't bring him up again.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Oliver

Luna laughs as I park in front of Inked Love. "Of course."

"You object?"

"Have you ever?"

"Fucked here?"

She nods.

"No. Never."

"Then no." She bites her lip. "I don't—"

"Want to go anywhere I have?"

"Is that ridiculous?"

"No." I don't want to fuck her anywhere someone else has. Or maybe I do. Maybe I want to claim her. Erase every asshole who came before me.

No one she's dated has ever been worthy of her.

And there are the assholes who made her feel used.

Fuck. I can't add to that.

It was necessary, giving up sex for a while. The only way to sort out my thoughts.

But now that it's been two months and I can see how reckless I was with women's feelings—

I can't do that to Luna.

But I don't know to do anything else. I don't know what this is. What it means.

There are all sorts of reasons why we shouldn't.

But they're dull compared to how much I want her. Need her. And that other word that tangles in my throat.

I try to find something close as I get out of the car, lead her inside, lock the door, pull the blinds.

She looks around the empty shop with wide eyes. It's different, at night, in the dark. There's a soft blue glow from the light seeping through the cracks in the blinds.

The place is other-worldly. Like some space that only exists for us.

For her.

"You have condoms here?" she asks.

"We keep some in the office."

She chuckles of course. "What if you're out?"

"Then you'll have to come on my face."

"And…" Her eyes flit to my crotch. "I never thought I'd like you in slacks, but I do."