Page 9 of Rules Of Engagement: St. Louis (In The Heart of A Valentine #17)

Chapter

Five

CHRISTIAN

The package from Tiffany I only gave her the rigorous intensity of my drive. I leaned into her, lifting her legs higher to fuck her at a wider angle.

“Oh! Oh! Ah! Aaaaah!”

“Is this what you wanted?” I growled

“Yes! Fuck! Yes!”

Heat sizzled between our pounding limbs as we collided repeatedly. When I felt my orgasm building, I folded her legs back to meet up with her breasts and beat her pussy like a drum.

“Aaaaaaah! Sssssssssssss!”

She squirted at the same time I pulled out and came on her soaking, curly-haired pussy.

“Grrrrrrrrgggggggggh… fuck!”

“Oh shit! Christian…”

Her head fell back, and her eyes rolled as I pulled a chair underneath her and sat her down. For a second, I paused, gathered my breath, and then strolled to my discarded clothes.

“I should go.”

Her eyes shot over to me. “You’re leaving?”

The question took me by surprise, making me pause with my shirt halfway on.

I turned toward her slowly. “Why wouldn’t I? Do you want me to stay?”

“It’s not… It’s just...” She backtracked, her voice going quiet, almost inaudible. “You have before. I mean… we have.”

I watched her, trying to decipher her mixed signals. This was my moment—my heart urged me to say something, anything, to bridge whatever gap was growing between us.

“This time it depends, Naomi.”

“On what?” she asked.

I moved to stand in front of her, my hands gripping her chin so she couldn’t escape my gaze. “Are we still following the rules?”

Naomi sucked in a breath. Blinked. Started to speak, stopped, then tried again. “Of course. The rules are our foundation.”

We stared at each other long enough for her to change her mind. But she didn’t. I grimaced, nodded, and accepted her answer because what else could I do?

She watched me pull away, watched me finish dressing, but she didn’t follow. Didn’t reach for me or ask me to stay.

I grabbed my coat from the chair and remembered the small black box set still tucked in the inside pocket that I’d never given to her.

I moved through the house, past her line of sight, and at the door, I stopped, pulled the box from my pocket, and stared at it. The white ribbon had come slightly undone. Inside with the earrings was the bracelet engraved… Happy Anniversary.

I set it on the foyer table where she’d see it when she left, and I took my leave.