Page 157 of Changing Rules

The elevator dings, and when the doors whoosh open, he takes my hands and eases me out of the stainless-steel box.

God, I so want to see where we are.

My heart pounds wildly, my palms clammy. He spins me, pressing my back to his chest. His hot breath on my neck sends shivers down my spine.

“Okay, you can look now.”

I’m instantly doused in sunlight. It makes me squint, but once my vision adjusts, I take in the details of the space. It’s a large room, designed in a Scandinavian style that complements the floor-to-ceiling windows. It’s the same style his house is decorated in, the style that brought us together when he asked me to help him with his bathroom. That simple bathroom changed my life.

“What is this? Where are we?”

“Welcome home, baby,” he whispers.

Tears spring to my eyes as I timidly turn around. “What?”

“I told you, I can’t stay in that house. It’s going on the market this week. I rented this place until you leave for Santa Clara.”

A strange mix of joy and apprehension bubbles up inside me. “But you need to be in Boston. Where will you stay?”

He takes my hands, gazing at me tenderly. “I’ll be here as often as I can, but for now, when I have to be in Boston, I’ll stay with my folks.” With a subdued smile, he brushes his thumbs over my knuckles. “They suggested it. It will give us an opportunity to spend extra time together before I leave for Santa Clara.”

My heart stumbles. “What are you talking about?”

“My contract with the Warriors is up after this season. We’re negotiating, but I asked my agent to reach out to the Mustangs. If they want me, I’ll happily go. That way, I can be with you in Santa Clara.”

“Xander—”

He presses his finger to my lips, silencing me.

“You’re my everything, my reason, but also, you are mypriority. Priority, not option. My life was shallow and dark without you, and I don’t want to experience that ever again. My love for you makes me a better person, but your love for me makes me believe I can do anything.” He cups my face, his eyes fathomless and filled with tenderness. “I love you, Isabella Lawson, with everything I have. Body, soul, mind, and heart.”

“I love you too,” I whisper.

He pulls me closer and covers my mouth with his. Mind-blowing kisses, soft lips, light-as-a-feather touches. We can’t get enough of each other, hands exploring every curve and muscle. Our tongues play, curling and dancing, the movements more urgent, more daring. Moans escape me with the stroke of his tongue. It feels like heaven.

I slide my hands up his pecs, working his jacket off his shoulders. Then I find the hem of his shirt and press my palms to his warm skin. His muscles contract under my touch.God, how I love his body. Even simple things, like watching him change his clothes, turn me on. Such defined lines should be forbidden. Once my eyes land on him, I forget the rest of the world.

He helps me out of my jacket and tosses it to the floor. I quickly step out of my boots without breaking our kiss. Head spinning, I stumble, only to be caught in his arms. We stare at each other, both breathing hard.

“You’re blowing my mind,” he murmurs, his gaze clouded. “Sending me over the edge, banishing all my control. How do you do it?”

I feign innocence. “It’s my secret.” I put both of my hands on his chest and shove him back. His eyes go wide with surprise, but as his ass hits the couch, he breaks into a devilish smile.

His gaze zeroes in on me as I ease my dress over my head, and as he takes me in from head to toe, his breath shudders. Mylacy red lingerie set gives him the motivation he needs. I’ve never seen him get rid of his clothes so quickly. In the blink of an eye, I have Alexander Walker, the star quarterback of the Boston City Warriors, naked, his long, hard dick in hand.So ready for me.

I step closer so he can peel my panties down my legs, and then I ease myself onto his lap, only stopping when he’s fully seated inside me.

“You feel so good, baby.” He grasps two handfuls of my ass and sucks on a pebbled nipple through the lace of my bra. “Your wet pussy is perfect for my dick… So good…”

Slowly, I roll my hips once, twice, then pick up the pace, each move deeper, rougher. Rotating, circling, grinding. Nibbling and sucking on his skin, biting his lips, grazing my teeth over his nipples. His groans and grumbles mix with my moans, filling the room with the sweetest sounds.

“Oh my God…” I breathe, closing my eyes and riding him even harder. Wet, sloppy sounds bounce off the walls as I chase my orgasm. It only increases the passion and heat between us, and his cock thickens inside me.

“Just like that, baby.” He grips my hips, moving me faster, dragging my clit over his pelvis, driving me dizzy.

I smash my lips to his, quickening my tempo. He’s still incredibly deep. My eyes roll back in my head, and finally, I let go, allowing my release to overwhelm me. I squeeze around his shaft, milking his orgasm.

We come down together, leisurely kissing and murmuring and caressing. For a long time, we stay like that. Despite how curious I am about the rest of the apartment, I want to live in this moment.

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