Page 236 of Breaking the Rules

"Is someone spreading a rumor about me being a Domme?" Her eyes flit to me.

I shrug. I wouldn't be surprised if Dean was spreading a rumor like that, though I don't really see it.

If anything, Emma needs to let go. To let someone else take control.

But if she insisted on tying me to her bed—

I certainly wouldn't turn her down.

My cock stirs at the thought.

I need to fuck her.

To taste her.

To make her come.

Tonight.

Right now, I need to keep my blood in my brain.

Wes's tattoo is going to take all my concentration.

Wes takes a seat. Blows Emma a kiss.

I get everything I need from the office. Pull a stool over. Prep him for the temporary tattoo.

"She's into me." He motions to Emma, who's not doing anything to hide how much she's staring.

"You think you're cute, huh?" I ask.

He grinsI'm adorable.

"You can act as asinine as you want—"

"Slow down with the vocab quiz, Hunter. I didn't get sixty days to read and talk about my feelings."

"You wouldn't last two minutes in rehab."

"You're talking about that?"

I should.

I should be able to tell peoplehey, I don't drink 'cause I used to have a problemlike it's not a big deal.

"If you can use your inside voice." I press the transfer paper to his skin. Wet it with a cotton ball. Hold it in place.

"What was that, Mom?" He makes a point of raising his voice.

All right, that is the kind of thing Mom used to say. Back when she gave a shit. "Shut up or I'll writeI love Dawson Leeryon your arm."

Wes cringes. "At least give me Pacey."

"In your dreams."

He shudders.

"Still can't believe you dressed up for Halloween."