Page 207 of By His Rule

Our kiss goes on and on as he makes my entire world spin out of control with nothing more than his mouth and his touch.

More. I need more.

I’ve no idea how much time has passed when he finally pulls back. His erratic breaths rush over my face as I stare into his lust-blown eyes.

“We need to go,” he rasps, his voice deeper than I’ve ever heard it.

I stroke him again, loving the way his jaw ticks and his Adam’s apple bobs.

“Lorelei, if you don’t stop—” He swallows again, cutting off his words.

“Then what, Boss?”

I gasp when his hand suddenly lands on mine, stopping my movement.

“I’m not going to come in my pants like a teenager.”

An accomplished smile pulls at my lips.

“There’s no need to look so smug about it,” he mutters before nudging my nose with his and stealing another kiss. “I’ve got other ways I’d prefer this to end.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, and none of them involve either of us being clothed.”

“You’re bad,” I whisper.

“You’ve no idea,” he says before ripping himself away from me and jumping to his feet. “Finish your drink,” he demands as he attempts to rearrange himself.

The sight of him trying to bust out of his pants makes my mouth water. I bet he looks fucking incredible without his designer clothes…

“I don’t need any more,” I confess, getting to my feet.

“Good. It would only waste time.” No sooner has he finished talking than he reaches for my hand and practically drags me back through the restaurant.

I’m too impatient to get him alone again to notice if anyone is watching us leave. If they were watching, it’s pretty obvious what’s about to go down.

Him…I’m hoping he’s about to go down.

The second the elevator doors open, I’m shoved inside backward, and I don’t stop moving until I hit the wall. I just manage to suck in a hungry breath before his lips descend on mine again.

As the doors close, his hand slides down my thigh, hitching my leg up around his waist. Thank God for the split in my dress.

“Oh God,” I whimper when his cock hits me just so.

“That’s nothing,” he counters. “Just wait.”

“I can’t,” I breathe, sounding more like a desperate whore than I think I have in my entire life.

But I don’t care.

I need him. I need him so fucking badly.

All the flirting and foreplay has brought us here. It’s built me up until I’m just about ready to explode.

I need it. I need him to drag me over the edge and freefall with me.

I cry out when the elevator dings to announce that we’re on our floor, and I complain even louder when he steps back and once again attempts to cover up his boner.

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