Page 8 of Rulebreaker

Lord have mercy.

This is either going to be really, really embarrassing.

Or the best thing in the world.

I rise from my seat and lean over his, holding myself up by resting my hands on either side of him and hoping the champagne swimming through my system doesn’t tip me over before I can do what I’m planning.

He doesn’t move, doesn’t react–merely continues watching me with those expressive eyes of his.

Then I lean down and ever-so-gently press my lips to his.

His eyes close, just for a moment, and when he opens them again, my heart skips a beat at what I see there–pure lust mingled with a touch of surprise and a whole lot of desire.

“You have no idea what you just bought yourself, Texas.”

“Try me.”

THREE

Atlas

Her smile is sexy,confident, and it calls to the beast inside me.

The one that wants to see her chained to a bed, limbs sprawled, legs spread, all of that slick, soft pink heat on display for me.

Open for me.

Crying out my name.

Having endured so much pleasure from my fingers and lips and tongue and cock that she can’t so much as peel back her eyelids, never mind able to conjure up some of her special brand of sass for me.

I’ll coax that out of her too. And then find out exactly how far she’ll let me take it.

Maybe paddling that lush ass of hers until the globes turn pink. Maybe unearthing my nipple clamps. Maybe fucking her in both holes.

I was hard from the moment she sat down across from me, despite our conversation about fucking bidets of all things.

Now I’m so hard I’m aching.

I have the cure for that though—and it’s a certain pop star with a gorgeous body…and plump lips I want parting around my cock.

I push a button on my chair—one that signals to Maya and the others that we’re not to be disturbed…and likely that they’ll need to turn on something noise-canceling.

They won’t come out until I give them the signal.

Lily leans a little closer, one hand landing on my thigh, fingers grasping tightly around me…andoh so closeto my dick. Too close for my control. Not nearly close enough for that particular body part. Then her soft, floral scent is all around me, her lips coming to my ear, her words filled with humor. “I thought I told you to try me.”

I surge forward, arms banding around her waist. A tug has her toppling into my lap, her legs landing on either side of mine. Her tits against my chest, her ass against my pelvis, her…lips on mine.

This one is trouble for sure.

I was going to kiss her when I was good and ready.

Now, though, with her mouth pressing to mine, I’m less focused on what I was going to do and more on what is happening right now.

She tastes like champagne.

She feels like sin.