Page 163 of Unwritten Rules

Before I knew what I was doing, I kissed him.

And he kissed me back.

“I thought you said we couldn’t,” he whispered into my mouth.

My core heated up instinctively around him. I didn’t know why I couldn’t rip myself from this man’s body, but all I knew was that I wanted him again.

“We can’t.”

Our mouths never parted.

“Definitely.”

His hands found their way up my sweater, gripping onto my sides.

“Nope.”

My legs wrapped around his waist.

“We’re just associates.”

Teeth grazed my neck.

“Strictly business.”

He picked me up and pushed his way into my bedroom, hands firmly grasping my ass while our tongues danced together in a full-blown make out session.

I ripped the towel from my hair before he threw me onto the bed and started pulling off his shirt. The want in his eyes while he took in the raw version of me was more intense than it had ever been. I was the moon in his sky.

“If you kick me out again tonight, the next place I’m coming for you is bending you over that big shiny table in your boardroom. Then your big CEO desk. Then in the lobby where everyone can see you deny that you’re mine.”

Wetness pooled between my legs at his threat. I bit my lip and shivered from the thought of him fucking me over and over again. It might have been winter, but my room was fully heated up and every word of his made my goosebumps form and intensify.

“I’m not yours. We’re just associates.” I spread my legs open for him to get a full view of me.

He bent down with no hesitation and licked me up and down. “You say you’re not mine, but how’s it you drip for me and me alone?” He snaked his hands under me and yanked me by my legs to him.

Half moaning, half yelping, I knew I was done for.

He licked. He kissed. He sucked. He drove me wild without even giving me so much as a finger to enjoy.

He pulled me even closer. “You say you’re not mine, but I’m the only one to ever touch you. To taste you. To fuck you.”

I was speechless. He was claiming me as his, but we were working together. Everything was so complicated.

“Tell me it’s not true, Blondie.”

I met his gaze, his eyes daring me to tell him no one more time. If I did, he’d just prove to me that he was right. If I told him I was his, it would be my undoing. I kept silent.

Eyes wild with the fire that burned within him, he crawled up and positioned himself above me. His gaze softened just by a hair as he took in my face and kissed my forehead.

“Tell me something.”

“What?”

“Anything,” he whispered.

“Thank you.”

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