Page 46 of Breaking All The Rules

“No,” she panted. “You have to press the button. On the elevator.”

I stopped what I was doing and looked at her. Her eyes were dark and hooded, a sexy smile on her face.

“Fuck.” I sighed and reached behind me to press the button to her floor. “Don’t worry, I’m still gonna press that other button when we get to your apartment.”

She laughed and the sweet sound of it filled the elevator. Just as I was about to return to what I had been doing, the elevator stopped on another floor, and the doors opened to allow an older man to get on. I could feel my irritation seeping through me as I glared at him for interrupting us.

“Sorry. This thing takes forever, so I get on whenever I can.”

“I agree, it does take forever,” Eva replied with a smile as she stood next to me, acting like I hadn’t just been fingering her sweet pussy ten seconds before.

What felt like a million years later, the elevator finally made it to her floor. We got out, and she was overly polite, wishing the old man a wonderful night and promising to say hi the next time she saw him. My balls were bluer than a Smurf and ready to burst if she didn’t hurry her fine ass up and get inside.

“What do you want to drink?” she asked over her shoulder as she opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water.

“You,” I said, coming up behind her and wrapping my arms around her waist. I couldn't care less about food or water at this point. Eva was what I needed right now, and I was determined to show her that.

Her body felt more tense when I touched her than it did a few minutes ago in the elevator. It was as if something had changed the second we were alone, and I hated that I didn’t have a clue what it was.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, letting her go and stepping back to give her space. She turned around and clutched the water bottle to her chest, pursing her lips as she thought about what to say.

“Nothing.” She sighed and shook her head.

“Eva, talk to me. Please.”

“I enjoy our time together, Ethan, I really do. But do you think that maybe we’re getting a little too old forjust sex?”

I took a few more steps back and leaned against the counter.

“I don’t think that we’re too old for just sex,” I said, watching as her face fell in disappointment. She looked away and refused to meet my eyes. “But Eva, do you really think that this isjust sexbetween us?”

“Isn’t it? It’s not like we go on dates or call each other boyfriend or girlfriend. And on top of that, we have to keepwhateverthis is a secret from everyone. You can’t tell me that you think this is anything more than sex.”

I nodded my head in agreement and pushed off the counter, taking a few steps toward her until she was pinned against the fridge. This was the conversation that we needed to have, even if I had been dreading it. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to talk to Eva about all of this. It was that I didn’t know how. I’d never been in a serious relationship like this, so it was all new territory for me. The likelihood that I would fuck it all up was pretty high.

“Do you know what I think it is? I think it’s me coming to take care of you when you’re sick and figuring out how to workremotely from your apartment because I can’t stand the thought of something happening to you. It’s me pulling strings to get your sister the best family lawyer in Manhattan because I want to help you and support your family. It’s having a breakfast date together because you burnt your toast.Again.It’s lunch dates so that we don’t have to eat alone in our offices because I like your company. It’s me confiding in you about my fucked-up childhood and telling you the story behind the last gift that my grandma gave me. It’s feeling like a complete pussy and talking about my feelings with a client because he’s the closest thing I have to a real friend.” I took a deep breath and slowly let it out, watching as her eyes reflected the same deep emotion I felt. “So no, Eva. I don’t think we’re just fucking. I think I’m fucking in love with you, and I have no idea what that even means.”

Her eyes softened as she tilted her head to the side and lifted her hand to my cheek.

“I love you too, Ethan. And to be honest, that scares the shit out of me as much as it scares you.”

“So, should we just go back to being friends that fuck?” I teased playfully, resting my hand on top of hers.

“Fucking friends might get a little complicated with the wholelovething. Besides, you really know how to push my buttons, which probably means that we’re already in a relationship.” She narrowed her eyes at me.

“Oh baby, trust me. I’m just getting started with the button pushing,” I whispered as I leaned close to her ear and nipped it.

“Actions speak louder than words,” she countered, acting as if she wasn’t at all fazed by my erection pressing against her.

I reached down and grabbed her ass, tossing her over my shoulder as I carried her down the hallway into her bedroom. I playfully tossed her onto the bed, undoing my tie as she laid back on her elbows and watched me. She licked her lips as she watched my fingers work. My eyes traveled down her legs,remembering the feel of her wet pussy under her short skirt in the elevator.

“Open your legs,” I instructed, pulling the tie from around my neck.

She pulled her lower lip in between her teeth as she kept eye contact and slowly spread them. Her knees fell to the side, showing me a black lace thong that barely covered her waxed pussy. It was hard not to come right then and there with an image of pure perfection waiting for me on the bed.

I started unbuttoning my shirt slowly as I moved closer to the bed.

“Touch yourself,” I said firmly.

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