Five simple rules. And it was very simple…until it wasn’t.
It could have been much worse. We weren’t thinking straight and had put everything on the line – risking our marriages. So when Weston ended the arrangement, it was for the best – for all of us. But I was still heartbroken. I thought I’d shatter into a million pieces. I didn’t, I survived. Not only did I survive, I came out stronger and ready to move on with my life.
Weston reaches out to me. With a few soft words, a gentle touch and a lingering gaze, he crumbles all my efforts.
Neither Gabe nor I want to start this again, and we are determined to fight the temptation. But Weston and Bridget are not taking no for an answer, and the pull between all of us is still so strong.
I tell myself I can handle it this time. This time, I am in the driver’s seat. This time, I am rewriting the ground rules.
“The things I would do to you,” he whispers.
My breath hitches. Butterflies skitter across my belly, so swiftly it stuns me.
Damn you, Weston.
I turn to him. Suddenly there’s just the two of us. “Tell me.”
He smiles a wicked smile. “I’ll tell you,” he starts, his words impossibly slow, “the PG version. I’m sure you’ve noticed we’re surrounded by children,” he adds with a wink.
I smile up at him. “Sure. Tell me.” I want him to tell me all the exquisite details. If I can’t live it, I want to at least imagine it.
“Well,” he starts, a wicked grin plastered on his face. “First, I would take you to my room.”
I am all ears, glued to him.
“My room is quite nice. There’s a very charming old washroom.”
“Me too. Me too,” I blurt out. “It’s so cute.’
“Yes, well, as I was saying, I would take you to my room and draw you a bath. There’s a tempting claw-footed tub you would appreciate.” I close my eyes, imagining it. “I would pour in some of that nice bubble bath,” he goes on.
“Oh, it smells so good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, it does,” he says with a smile. “You keep interrupting me, Mirella.”
“Yes, I’m sorry. Go on. I really want to know what you’d do to me,” I add in hushed tones.
“I would pull you to me, sweep my hands across your torso, peel your t-shirt off.”
I listen intently, no more interruptions.
He buries his hands in his pockets, a playful smile plastered on his face. He’s having fun. “I would twirl you around and kiss the back of your neck softly as I undid your bra. I would bring my mouth to the inside of your wrist and lick the soft skin there.”
I smile and close my eyes for a second, anticipating more.
“Then I would slide my hands down your hips and peel your jeans off,” he adds, his words soft. He’s not touching me, but his words do things to me.
“I’m naked now, aren’t I?”
“Yes. And in the bath you go.”
“Do you join me?” I ask playfully.
“No. I can’t. This is PG, remember?”
He grins. His smile is deliciously huge and wicked. And for a second, I hope no one is watching us. And I decide I don’t really care if they are.
“Once you got out of the bath, I would wrap you in one of those big fluffy bathrobes. And kiss you. My tongue would tease yours, but just for just a split second. You’d want more, of course, but I couldn’t give you more, because, like I said, this is PG.”
I laugh, completely caught up in him.
God, I am so into him.
“Then you would close your eyes, and I would kiss each one of your eyelids softly. Then I would kiss the freckle in the middle of your nose. The one I love.”
The butterflies in my stomach are flying in a frenzy now. “Then what?”
He smiles again. “Then I would tuck you into bed, nice and cozy, and put on a movie for you.”
“Ugh, but I don’t want a movie,” I almost scream. “You know what I want,” I tell him, a sly grin on my face.
He laughs. “Sorry. Like I said…PG.”
I smile up at him again. “I really want to punch you right now.”
He laughs again, that contagious laugh.
I take a deep breath.
And I know I’m getting too caught up in him again.
But I just can’t help myself.
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Romance writer, mom, book junkie. I have been writing for over ten years, finding my passion for romance in 2008. When I’m not spending time with my family, I enjoy reading, painting, and of course, writing – there is nothing I enjoy more than sitting down at my laptop and making up my own stories – and if those stories should include beautiful men, a little romance, and a few steamy scenes, all the better!