Page 21 of About That Rule

“It’s more affordable this way. Renting space for an office is ridiculous when it isn’t required. Anyway, you should feel bad for me, I still haven’t technically played spin the bottle. Only one of us went.”

Why was he bringing this up? They needed to reestablish some rules. Kissing and flirting were starting to become way too much for her, despite how much she craved it.

“It’s probably better that way,” she replied after taking a sip of wine. “Married couples don’t play spin the bottle.”

“You don’t think so?” his sexy voice questioned her.

“Oh, speaking of marriage,” Samantha said, not at all casually. “Let’s talk about that rule with kissing. Did we decide on adding no more kissing unless it’s for a picture to our rules?”

He didn’t respond, which was either really good or really bad. To keep control, as flimsy as she had it, she kept talking.

“I know you brought it up when you were freaking out, but maybe you’re right. Kissing is blurring the lines. We have rules, and, okay, at first kissing was acceptable, but now that we did it, it’s like, why do it again?”

“Uh huh.” He sounded amused by her rambling.

Now that the word vomit had been initiated, she couldn’t stop herself from blabbing.

“We just pretend like we never kissed. So, no more talking about it since it never happened.”

Nate coughed like something was stuck in his throat. “Before we pull a Fight Club on the kiss, can I ask a question?”

“Ugh, fine.” She would answer whatever stupid question he had, then it was game over for their kissing experiment.

“Are you adding the no kissing unless it’s for a picture rule because you’re afraid of how much you enjoy kissing your husband?”

This conversation was heading down the wrong path again. If he kept talking to her like that, she was going to demand phone sex. His voice was way too sultry, way too sexy, and just way too Nate. She had to nip this in the bud.

Back to their rules and keeping boundaries.

“Please, kissing you was the worst.” She sat up straight, as if her posture would make her believe her words. “Gross. You’re like a brother to me.”

“Right, gross.” His response wasn’t too convincing. “Well, I’ll be visiting next week. Let’s make a promise not to get into another fight.”

They made the promise and quickly got off the phone, as if they both knew the conversation was toeing their delicate line of friendship. Marriage was a hell of a lot more complicated than people ever talked about.

IT WAS AFTERten at night, but Nate was too wired to sleep. After talking with Samantha, there was immediate relief since they weren’t fighting anymore, but now he was noticing things about her, like how sexy her voice was. She could be a sex phone operator if she needed to switch careers. He shut his eyes as he relaxed on his bed and imagined kissing away her stupid idea of him being like a brother to her.

There was something else in the air between them, and they both knew it.

All he could think about was the black lace dress she wore the night he’d lost his damn control and kissed her.

She was the sexiest woman he’d ever laid his eyes on.

He wasn’t blind, he had always known Samantha was a walking wet dream, but keeping her in the friend-zone had saved him from treating her like any of the other women he met. There was no way he could fuck Samantha and walk away.

It wasn’t just because their families were friends.

He had the nagging thought she was the one woman he wouldn’t be able to get enough of. Samantha would be a game changer.

He bit his lower lip while the image of Samantha clouded his thoughts. Her creamy skin he now had first-hand knowledge was soft to touch. His hand slipped into his gym shorts and slowly gripped his stiff cock. He wasn’t a saint. Thinking of Samantha made him so hard it hurt. He needed a release.

This time around, since she was his wife, even if they weren’t crossing the intimacy line with each other in a physical sense, he was finally going to give in to thinking about her while he touched himself. He stroked his hard shaft, dreaming it was Samantha’s hands on him.

The mere thought of fucking Samantha had him on fire. His orgasm pumped through him like a wildfire. He was out of breath and couldn’t believe one of the best orgasms he’d had in a long time was by his hand with thoughts of Samantha.

This marriage was getting out of control.

WHILE AT WORKthe next day, Samantha effortlessly created a new marketing campaign to run on Twitter. Social media was a valuable tool, and the company she worked for gained followers every day for their new credit card release. She emailed the new marketing material to the chief officers of the organization since they had to sign-off on everything before she could distribute.