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“So,” I say, flopping face-first onto the couch in the empty living room after our deeply interrupted moment, “I think we need ground rules.”
Chase sits beside me, legs wide, arms stretched across the back like he didn’t just get a blowjob in the kitchen that abruptly ended with an injured little Chase.
“Rules,” he repeats, blinking at me.
“You know, boundaries.” I say.
“Sure. Let’s make rules, Roxy.” He chuckles, and then, his finger drifts over my upper arm. “I mean, you’re ‘No sex with my husband one’ was so effective. What are these rules, babe? I need to know so I can know exactly when we cross them.” He waggles his brows.
Oh shut up, you sexy mother fucker. It’s not my fault I have no willpower when it comes to you.
Our friend just saw me with your dick in my mouth in the middle of the kitchen.
Rolling my eyes, I shoot him a glare so sharp it could peel paint.
He holds up both hands, but his smirk has my insides twisting. “I’m listening, Roxanne. Go on.”
He only uses my full name when he’s about to either seduce me or argue for his life.
Probably both in this instance.
I sit up and count on my fingers.
“One: No sex.”
Chase laughs. “We’ve already broken that one. Twice. Irrelevant and voided. Next.”
“Yes, and they were a mistake. A moist, frosting-covered mistake, and then, a “my husband is too fine and sweet and I cannot resist him” moment of weakness. That will not be happening again.”
He nods, “Uh huh. Sure. I believe you, baby.”
I slap his thigh.
He grins.
We both know that it’s happening again.
“Two,” I continue, “no sleeping in the same bed.”
He tilts his head and says with exasperation, “Again, already broken. So, voided. Next.”
“Chase, I’m serious.” I growl.
Grabbing my feet, he pulls me over to him on the couch. “Me, too. Rules one and two are hereby voided. But do go on.”
My thighs clench but I mutter, “Three: No touching without permission.” I glance down at his hand on my feet that are now in his lap.
He bites his bottom lip. “Yeah… about that one.”
I can’t help it, I smirk. “Be honest, you’re already picturing how to ask permission in the dirtiest way possible, aren’t you?”
He shrugs and traces the arch on the bottom of my feet. “Consent is hot, babe. So, I’m going to need you to say that one is void, too.”
I shiver as he continues to torment me. Then, I growl, “Fine.”
He smirks, “So, we’re good for sex, sleeping in the same bed, and touching whenever we want to. I mean… it’s like we’re married or something, babe.”
