Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 92368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
I shake my head, then peel off his hand. “Don’t break the rules,” I purr.
His lips coast along the back of my neck. “Fuck rules,” he warns me.
Heat sparks down my spine, heading straight for my core, but I try to stay in character. “Rules are rules, handsome.”
He drags his nose along my neck. “My rule is I want you. Now.”
I go up in a white-hot blaze of sex and lust. I can literally feel my panties dampen. He can, too, since he grabs my hips and presses me harder, more urgently down on him.
I should stay in character. Truly I should, but I’m melting under his strong hands, his commanding voice, and his unchecked lust.
I’m still amazed he feels this way for me.
Me.
A woman who for years didn’t want sex. Who abandoned all interest in it until she started thinking of it again in the most inappropriate of ways.
Now, here I am being appropriately inappropriate. Touching, teasing, toying with a man I shouldn’t have.
High on this feeling of power and sex, I push my luck. I step away, walking toward the bed, each click of my heels on the hardwood a punctuation mark. I wheel around, unhook my bra, and toss it at him.
“Stay there,” I say, before he can devour me. I hold up a stop-sign hand. “Don’t break the rules, handsome.”
Finn says nothing, just seethes with desire, huffing like an animal. I return to him, straddling his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck, then dry fucking him. Rock, grind, thrust. Rinse, lather, repeat, until I fire the starting shot. “Break them,” I order.
A racehorse at the gates, he’s up, hoisting me over his shoulder, carrying me to the bed, tossing me down.
As he toes off his shoes, he says, “Leave your shoes on.”
My inhibitions are out the window. He slides next to me and thrusts an eager hand inside my panties, and I arch shamelessly.
“My rules now,” he growls as he glides those talented fingers over me, and I writhe.
“What are they?” I gasp out. “Your rules?”
He stares down at me with eyes dark with lust. “You come till you can’t take it anymore. Understood?”
I shudder. “Okay,” I say, breathless as I rock into those long fingers.
“No, it’s not fucking okay,” he says gruffly. “Say you want it.”
He takes his fingers away from my pussy, and I whimper. “I want it.”
He brings them to his mouth, licks off my taste, then turns me to my side so we’re face-to-face. “Say it.”
“Make me come till I can’t take it.”
My reward is a hot kiss. Fingers between my thighs. A relentless mouth questing across my neck, and a tense, tantalizing pulse in my core.
He rubs a mesmerizing circle on my clit till I’m arching, gasping, then clawing at the sheets.
“Give it to me,” he growls, but I’m already there, coming on his hand.
Before I can even catch my breath, he’s grabbed the gift bag and returned to the bed. After he yanks off my panties, he reaches into the bag, then wields a toy, a small peach-colored vibrator, with a tiny hole in it.
He turns it on, grazes it over my clit, and I shout. “God. Yes. What is that?”
“I went shopping for you this evening. When in Paris,” he says, then rubs the toy over my clit where it pulses and vibrates with air.
“This is crazy,” I say, moaning.
He looks mad, wild with pleasure as he kneels between my legs, demanding, “Spread them wider. Need to see your pretty pussy.”
I let my legs fall open, wanton and shameless under his determined hands. The man bought a vibrator for me before dinner. This is next level sex. This is why older men rock. No one will ever compare after this kind of relentless attention. This devotion to my pleasure and…oh, god.
He’s just turned up the speed, and I’m one long nerve, fraying with desire. “I’m close,” I pant.
“Good. Then follow my rules, Jules,” he says, going a little faster, then faster still, till my mind is spinning and my body is almost tipping over.
“Rules,” I murmur, barely focusing as bliss comes into view.
“Yes. This rule. Don’t fucking come.” In a cruel heartbeat, he turns it off, leaving me aching.
“Asshole,” I mutter. I was on the edge.
He laughs as he flips me over so I’m on my stomach, naked with only shoes on.
“Jerk,” I grumble.
But then he straddles me and pushes my hair to the side, leaning down to dust a kiss over my neck.
Oh. That’s nice. So nice.
My shoulders now.
His lips travel down my back, reverently kissing me, adoring my skin as he goes. His caresses light me up. I ignite again, hot and bothered and so turned on as he journeys down to the top of my ass.
He kisses one cheek. All over.
I squirm, feeling out of control and wanting less and less control. He moves to the other cheek, layering kisses all over my ass, then sliding his tongue along the crease.