Page 45 of Breaking All The Rules

I felt the seat shift next to me as Ethan sat down beside me. He gave me an apologetic smile without saying anything.

“I thought you were just using the wine thing as a hint for us to leave,” Brent replied.

“I did.” She nodded her head in agreement. “But I also wanted you to get more wine.”

I laughed as Brent covered his face with his hands and shook his head. Even though our talk was rushed, I felt better knowing that I wasn’t alone in this after all. Here I had sat, studying them and assuming that they were the perfect couple who had everything all figured out, yet they were pretty much just like us. They were uncertain of everything other than their feelings for each other. I looked over at Ethan and met his eyes before reaching down and resting my hand on top of his. He turned his palm over, and for the first time, we held hands without worrying about who might see us.

Twenty-Three

Ethan

“It’s a beautiful night,” Eva said softly, her hand entwined with mine as I walked her home. Dinner with Brent and Chasity had been unexpected, but by the end of it, none of us were complaining as we said goodbye with genuine smiles on our faces.

“Not as beautiful as you,” I replied as I gently squeezed her hand.

She raised an eyebrow and pinned me with a look as we stopped right outside of her apartment building.

“Does that line ever work for you?” she asked, entering her code on the keypad before opening the door.

“It wasn’t a line—although I do admit that it sounded corny as fuck. But I meant it. You are very beautiful, Eva.”

She smiled at me as she looked over her shoulder and held the door open for me to step inside.

“Do you want to come up for a drink?” she asked with a tiny hint of uncertainty in her voice.

I stalled for a moment as I tried to think rationally about that. It was hard to make a decision when my dick wanted to do all of the talking. But I didn’t want Eva to think that all I wanted from her was sex. And if we went back to her place, it was pretty much a guarantee that would be what happened.

“You don’t have to,” she rushed out as she shifted her purse to her shoulder and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I know it’s late, and you’ve had a long day.”

She walked the rest of the way to the elevators and pushed the button as I rushed after her.

“It’s not that Eva. I just don’t want to overstep.”

She pulled her lips into a thin line and nodded as she looked away.

“It’s okay. Really. I get it. Thank you for walking me home. I’ll see you in the office tomorrow.”

The elevator door opened, and she stepped in, lowering her head as she waited for an older couple to exit it. Without thinking it through, I slid inside, barely missing the door as it almost caught me. Her eyes widened in surprise as I stared at her with a hunger I hadn’t felt before.

“Eva,” I breathed out, almost in warning as I stepped closer to her and wrapped my hand behind her head.

My lips softly pressed against hers as her hands grabbed my shirt and pulled me closer. I took a few steps, pushing her back against the mirrored wall as I continued to devour her mouth. The kiss was intense as our tongues collided, and our hands desperately roamed across each other’s bodies. I reached down and grabbed her ass, feeling her mouth turn upward into a smile as I kissed her.

She whimpered as I nibbled her lower lip, my cock straining against my pants as I pressed closer to her so she could feel what she did to me.

“What floor is your apartment on again?” I growled as I kissed the side of her neck while my hands caressed her breasts, loving the feel of her pebbled nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt. I was impatient to get her naked and on the bed while I did endless things to bring her pleasure.

“Seventeen,” she panted, palming my cock and making it harder.

“There’s a lot I can do in seventeen floors,” I promised.

“Okay,” she moaned when my hand slid down and cupped her. “But...”

“But what, baby? Tell me what you want.” My breathing was heavy as I lowered my hand and pushed up her skirt, loving how fucking wet she was already. I pushed her panties to the side and ran a finger along her slit, grinning when she hissed.

“The button,” she groaned as my finger pushed inside of her.

“Don’t worry. I’ll work that button for you,” I growled heavier this time. Her fingers dug into my shirt as she rotated her hips against my hand.

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