Page 3 of Breaking All The Rules

I tried to stifle the moans of pleasure that were desperate to come out, knowing that we couldn’t risk getting caught. His fingers reached down between my legs again, rubbing my clit as he pumped harder, fucking me perfectly from behind. I could feel the pressure building as he went faster, his fingers working in perfect time with his cock.

I couldn’t take it anymore as I tilted my head back and groaned, feeling my pussy pulse against his fingers and cock as my orgasm ripped through me. He slowly removed his fingers, bringing them up for me to taste myself before he grabbed my hips tighter and slammed into me repeatedly until he found his own release.

We stayed there for a few minutes, leaning against each other as our breathing started to return to normal. As good as I felt, I knew that I couldn’t turn around and look at him the way I wanted to. That would be far too intimate for what this really was. But we also couldn’t stay in the linen closet forever either.

I stepped away from him after he slowly pulled out and took a moment to fix my skirt—or what was left of it. I had no idea how bad the damage was since it was still dark in here, but it was worth it. He worked quietly behind me as he situated himself. Luckily, we were right by the bathrooms so I could sneak in and fix whatever I needed to so no one knew what we had just done.

“You alright?” he asked, his voice more relaxed than it was earlier.

“Yeah,” I said, not sure if I was lying. “Great.”

Okay, so that part wasn’t a lie. I did feel great. Better than I had in a long time, likely because I just had the best sex of my life with some random stranger in a linen closet.

But I didn’t have time to stop and dwell on that because it was only a matter of minutes before my sisters and Brittany came looking for me, and this was something Ididn’twant to have to explain.

“After you,” he said softly, opening the door and stepping to the side to let me through.

I smiled nervously before stepping out and looking around to see if anyone had seen us.

Thankfully, the coast was clear. I heard him walk out behind me and close the door. Suddenly, it was awkward, and I had no idea what to say. It wasn’t like I knew him. Hell, we didn’t even bother to ask each other’s names. But did that even matter? It wasn’t like we would ever see each other again. One night of fun was all that this was.

We walked in silence down the empty hallway, back toward the bar, where the noise was getting louder the closer we got. Right as we reached the turn for the bathrooms, I was about to excuse myself when a burly man with a thick beard rounded the corner and startled me.

“There you are!” His voice boomed around us. “I was looking all over for you. Brent wants to discuss what the profit-sharing will look like before we move any further.”

I was thankful for the distraction when the guy wouldn’t shut up long enough for him to get a word in, which meant I was off the hook for some weird goodbye with him. They continued walking back to the club while I made a quick pit stop in the ladies’ room.

Soft music floated overhead from the speakers in the corner, making it feel more peaceful than the club really was. I leaned over the sink and took a glance in the mirror, my eyes wideningwhen I saw a red mark on my neck from where he had been kissing me. My fingers trailed over it, a fresh reminder of what I had just done. In a way, I was officially branded, just like in the Scarlet Letter.

I heard a toilet flush and snapped back to reality, pretending to fix my hair as the stall door opened and the sound of high heels approached where I was standing at the counter.

“There you are. We thought you left,” Brittany said, taking a spot next to me at the sink. She eyed me curiously before turning on the water to wash her hands. I knew that look. Ihatedthat look. It was the one that she had every time she could sense there was juicy gossip to share.

“Nope, just went to the bathroom,” I lied as I lifted my finger to wipe off some of the lipstick that was smeared along my bottom lip. I had hoped she hadn’t caught it, but the look on her face confirmed she had.

“Really?” She raised an eyebrow and stared at me in the mirror. “That’s the lame-ass lie you’re going with?”

“What?” I raised my hands beside me. “I’m in the bathroom. You’re in the bathroom. Why is that so hard to believe?”

She let out a long, slow,overly dramaticbreath before turning to grab a paper towel from the dispenser on the wall. I felt my anxiety starting to build again as she took her time drying her hands, making me wait for her to say something. I knew that she knew something had happened, but the tension kept building the longer she waited to confirm it.

“Because, Eva, no one was in the bathroom when I came in. I know that for a fact because I checked every single stall looking for you.”

Fuck.I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry and scratchy.

“I got lost on my way,” I shrugged. My face flushed with embarrassment as heat flamed across it all the way to my ears.

“You got lost?”

I nodded and shrugged again. My fingers trembled slightly as I pushed a strand of hair back behind my ear, pretending to fix my hair to avoid the look I was getting.

“So, where were you?” she prodded, tapping her foot next to me as she leaned back against the counter, now facing me.

“I was just walking around, looking for the bathrooms,” I lied, hearing the change in my voice at the same time she picked up on it. It only ever got that high when I was lying.

“Then what happened to your skirt? The slit is ripped.” She pointed down to the tear that was so high that I was worried my vagina was going to pop out at any moment and greet the people of Manhattan.

“I tripped.”

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