Page 37 of Good Girls Beg

"Yeah, but here’s the best part.” Fade paused for dramatic effect. "You won't know the day’s rule until they pop up every morning." He smirked. "You're welcome."

I cursed to myself. If I knew what they were going to be in advance, I could prepare mentally, if not physically. Of course, that would have been too easy.

I read today's rule out loud. “‘Wear the red lipstick left in your bathroom’."

"That one's courtesy of Hel," Fade said. "He has a thing about red lips."

There seemed to be a double meaning behind his words. Then again, there always was. There was no way he could know what I'd done last night. No, it was me reading something into it that wasn't there. My fertile imagination strikes again.

"Does he now?" I said, forcing my voice to sound light.

Fuck, now I was noticing Fade’s lips. He had a generous mouth, wide and plush. How would it feel to have his mouth on mine? Our tongues tangling? His stubble rough on my cheeks.

As an added bonus, he wouldn't be able to make any sarcastic comments if his mouth was occupied. The downside to that was, neither would I.

"At the end of the day, one of us will mark off the rule to make sure you followed it. Three hundred and sixty-five ticked boxes, and you're off the hook."

He pointed to where yesterday's rule was already accompanied by a red tick that matched the clit stimulator on my lipstick vibrator. Of course it did. Was that a coincidence? I doubted it. Especially not given it was the same shade as the lipstick I'd seen sitting beside the sink. A lush shade I wouldn't usually dare to wear.

As for the vibrator, I'd never had a toy get me off like that. It wasn't as intense, fun or messy as being fucked by someone else, but it was perfect for when I was alone. It helped take the edge off.

I'd need it around these three guys. Getting too horny would make me vulnerable. If that happened, I might be inclined to make bad choices.

"Let me guess, there's going to be rules from you on here," I said.

A slow smile crept onto his face. "Absolutely, there are. You're going to love them. There's even a few from Oak. Don't worry, I already deleted the one that said you have to blow him. Keeping it consensual and all." He seemed to think he was doing me a favor.

"You should have left it," I said.

He looked surprised until I added, "Blowing can have multiple meanings." I leaned over and blew a puff of air at his cheek.

He grunted a chuckle. "Touché."

Apparently, he liked this kind of blowing too, because the front of his pants tented a little. Honestly, I liked it too. Being so close to him. Inhaling his scent. Body wash, I assumed. It smelled like a combination of citrus and some kind of stone fruit, like plums. Whatever it was, it was dangerous.

A moment later, he was pulling out his own phone, tapping on his screen, then glancing over at mine. A slow smile crept onto his mouth.

Today's rule was updated to 'wear the red lipstick left in your bathroom, on your mouth.'

"Spoilsport." I told him. So much for putting it on my elbow. Or somewhere equally facetious.

“We're going to have to be smart with you, aren't we?" he asked. "If we give you an inch, you're going to twist all the rules around inside out."

"Isn't that what rules are for?" I adjusted my towel. "To be twisted and stretched as far as they can go?”

"I told Hel we should lock you in the basement. That would have made this a fuck-ton easier.”

"I wouldn't have agreed to it," I said.

His sigh was as exaggerated as his eye roll. "Don't I know it."

"Would you really want to lock someone in the basement?" I asked.

"It didn't go so well the last time." He toyed with his phone, turning it around in his hands.

I cocked my head. "The last time? Exactly how many people have you locked in the basement?"

"I lost count after sixty-nine." He shrugged.