Page 35 of Breaking His Law

Right.

And also mischievous and sinful.

Perfect.

If someone told me that I had to kiss her for the rest of my life to end all suffering in the world, I’d do it, because even a lifetime wouldn’t be enough. And nothing has ever felt so good.

We’re sealed to each other, and I move my hands to her ass and give it a squeeze, rubbing my hips against her soft body, making my aching cock leak with precum.

She threads her fingers into the hair at the back of my neck and scrapes her nails over my scalp, causing me to shiver.

“I love the way you touch me,” I confess. “I shouldn’t want you.” Kissing someone has never felt so good.

“I shouldn’t want you either,” she mumbles breathlessly between our desperate kisses.

“But I do.”

“Same.”

“I should fire you.” Couldn’t if I tried.

“You should.”

“But I won’t.” Can’t. I don’t want to.

I grab her hair and tilt her head back so I can kiss her neck in the delicious spot behind her ear that makes her call my name. Every. Single. Time.

“Nathan.” My name falls out of her pretty lips exactly like I had hoped, and I love the way she moans as if I’m her new life anthem that stirs up only the best memories.

But what I really want is to hear her chanting my name in reverence, begging me to fuck her hard as more precum leaks from the tip of my cock in appreciation of her sweet-sounding voice.

With my hands still gripping her hair, I pull her mouth back to mine and hold her tight against me, the height difference between us more obvious than ever.

“Turn around,” I order, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth before giving it a gentle bite.

Fucking hell, I want to devour her.

Surprising me, without question, Arianna does as she’s told and quickly turns around.

She lays her palms flat on the wall and presses herself against it, and I smile at how compliant she is when I have her like this, wanting me.

I run my hands up her outer thighs then push her dress up, bunching it around her waist, her breathing growing louder with anticipation and my heart thumps in time with each of her breaths, proving I’m feeling the same way.

“I think I should teachyoua lesson in manners, don’t you agree?” I ask, unable to keep the desperation and longing out of my tone. It’s impossible. I am desperate, and all I want is to experience again the connection we shared the first night we spent together, in every way.

I chuckle to myself when her body says one thing, a yes, as she wiggles her tempting ass against my hard length, while her head shakes a no as if in conflict, and she replies, “No,” like Iknew she would, but the slight crack in her voice tells me she’s nervous and gives her away.

“No?” I rub my concealed cock against her ass so she can feel just how hard I am for her and what she does to me. “That’s the wrong fucking answer, baby.” I force my fingers into her silk pantyhose and tear a hole from the waist all the way down her thighs, exposing her naked ass, causing her to let out a little yelp.

“What the hell are you doing?” She tries to turn around, but I cage her in with my body, which is so much bigger than hers, and rip the nylon some more.

The high-pitched sound of the fabric breaking apart makes me want to tear every shred of clothing from her delectable body.

“Don’t even think about moving.” I hold her in place. “You, Ms. Donovan, appear to need a little reminder about who is in charge here.”

“No, I don’t.”

Her brattish reply has me removing my hips from hers.

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