Page 26 of Breaking All The Rules

“You’re so fucking wet,” he panted.

I didn’t say anything as I spread my legs even further, allowing him full access as his fingers plunged inside of me. I could feel his erection getting harder as it pressed against my lower back. I wanted him inside of me as much as I wanted the orgasm he was teasing me with.

“That feels so good,” I cried out, panting heavily as his fingers moved faster, the angle allowing them to rub my clit. “Don’t stop.”

“Not a chance.”

He worked his fingers against my clit, drawing every tiny bit of my orgasm out of me as I shuddered against his chest and allowed him to hold me upright until I could stand on my own. He kissed the back of my neck and down my shoulder as I came down from that incredible high. But I still wanted more.

I reached behind me and rubbed his erection, needing it to be inside of me. He growled as he gently pushed me forward so my hands were braced against the window again while he took the time to roll the condom on. He grabbed my hips and held me steady before slowly pushing inside. His cock stretched me, making me feel fuller than I had ever felt before. Then heslammed into me, bringing me to see stars from how amazing he felt as he fucked me thoroughly against the window for all to see.

I had no idea whether anyone could actually see us, but I didn’t care. Sex with Ethan was addictive, and I wasn’t about to stop when things felt this fucking good.

Fifteen

Ethan

Saturday morning was busier than expected after I squeezed in running an extra mile to try to burn off some of the mounting frustration I was dealing with before I rushed to my mom’s. Having sex with Eva in my office last night was unexpected, and while it was mind-blowingly amazing, I knew that I couldn’t keep doing this. I was putting everything on the line and risking my career by messing around with her at work. The last thing I needed was to wind up in another situation like the one I was currently in with Cora.

I snuck in the front door of my mom’s house, glancing down at my watch to confirm that I was already fifteen minutes late. Mom had put together a brunch this morning for my birthday and informed Garrett and me that we would all be here, no matter how busy we claimed to be. My mother was a force to be reckoned with, and very few people got away with telling her no. My brother and I were no exceptions, which meant we knew we were expected to be there today, whether we wanted to or not.

While I technically stopped celebrating my birthday years ago, I found it hard to push back on my mom when she so desperately wanted to celebrate it. I had kept the tradition alive for my grandma, but now that she was gone, I didn’t really see why we needed to keep it going. But I also knew better than to push my mom into something, especially when she was still grieving the loss of her mother. It was a slight pain in my ass, but I would take it if it meant that my mother was happy.

“Hey, Ma,” I said as I walked into the kitchen. I leaned in and hugged her from the side before kissing her cheek and stepping away so she didn’t burn herself with the grease in the pan from the bacon. “Sorry I’m late. It’s been a busy morning.”

“Take your seat at the table. The food will be ready soon,” she replied, glancing over her shoulder. “Garrett, grab the girls and have them wash up. We’re eating as a family this morning, and I’m not about to serve cold food.”

Garrett mumbled something under his breath before pushing away from the table to go get the girls. Not that it was hard to find them. They were thirteen and fifteen, which meant they were likely sitting on the couch in the living room, glued to their phones—something my mother hated.

“Can I help with anything?” I offered my mother, feeling bad that she was going through all this work for me.

“Don’t be silly,” she scolded, “I’m not having you help with your birthday brunch.”

“While I appreciate the effort, I’m not a kid anymore. I can help and make things a little easier for you since you are going through all of this work for me.”

“I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t want to. Now sit down so we can eat.”

I nodded and pressed my lips together to keep from saying anything else. By the time my mother got the food plated and on the table, Garrett and the girls had taken their seats. My mother beamed as she smiled at her family, all seated around the table and ready to enjoy a meal together.

She sat down, and the sunlight pouring in from the small window above the sink caught her face. Before she could look away, I noticed faint circles under her eyes that she had tried to hide with makeup. I frowned as I worried about whether or not she was getting any sleep these days. She had been dealing with my grandmother’s estate for so long that I wasn’t sure she wouldever be done with it. By the looks of it, it was really taking its toll on her.

“Are you feeling okay?” I asked quietly as Garrett leaned in to scold the girls for having their phones at the table. There were heavy sighs as he took them and handed them to his wife before she put them in her purse. I smiled at my nieces and didn’t take it personally when all I got in return was a forced smile from Natasha. I didn’t bother to poke the bear, especially since I needed to talk to Garrett about the filing Natasha was supposed to be doing for us but wasn’t.

“I’m fine,” she said with a smile, though the words sounded forced.

She turned and smiled at the girls as she pulled a linen napkin from beside her plate and laid it on her lap. She waited a few minutes for everyone else to do the same before she reached her hands out to her sides to lead us in prayer. I closed my eyes and listened, feeling the cold, limp feel of Natasha’s hand in mine. I chuckled, earning a tight squeeze on my other hand from my mom in response.

Once the prayer was finished, the silence in the room was replaced by metal serving utensils scraping against the dishes as everyone began serving themselves. I couldn’t remember the last time I had stopped and enjoyed a meal with my family. Between Garrett and me, we always had something pressing to do that kept us from committing to anything. For me, it was usually long hours spent in the office, while for him, it was a constantly busy schedule of getting the girls to whatever extracurricular activity they were currently involved in.

Brunch flew by, and the next thing I knew, I was thanking everyone for the gifts as Garrett and his family rushed off to get to one of the girls’ sporting events. I helped my mom clean up, though she fought me every step of the way. I didn’t want to leave her alone in the empty house by herself, but I wasalso terrible company, with my mind constantly wandering to thoughts of Eva.

I knew I needed to reach out and talk to her about what happened last night, but the words were jumbled in my head. How could I tell her that I absolutely loved fucking her while also reminding her that we needed to stop? I was the world’s biggest hypocrite by saying one thing and then doing the complete opposite.

But with Eva, things were different. She wasn’t just some girl that I was fucking. She was someone who I was genuinely interested in, even if she was off limits. I knew we were breaking all the rules every time we crossed that line—especially at work, yet I couldn’t seem to stop.

And it wasn’t like it wasjust mewho was feeling this connection between us. I could tell by the way her body reacted to my touch that she was just as caught up in this as I was. The problem was thatIwas the one who needed to say no and put an end to it, yet I couldn’t. She was like a drug, and I found myself constantly waiting for my next hit.

I thanked my mom for everything and was getting ready to head out when she leaned against the kitchen counter and looked at me. I knew that look. I hated that look. It was the look that said we were about to have a conversation I wasn’t going to like. I blew out a breath and sat down at the table, waiting for her to get on with it.

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