Page 38 of Rulebreaker
“Thanks, Mr. Delarosa,” he says as we both stand and shake hands.
My mouth quirks. “Don’t thank me yet,” I tell him. “You just signed yourself up for a shitload of work over the next nine months.”
The kid just grins. “Looking forward to it.”
And I know he’s going to do great.
Know I’ve likely started him down on a path that means, one day, he’ll be a competitor.
But I’m grinning too.
Because there’s nothing I love more than a challenge.
Which is precisely why I call my jet and have them get ready for a flight up to San Francisco.
I’m still ridingthe high of watching Lily perform as I swipe the key at the door to her hotel room.
She had to do a couple of VIP meet and greets after the show, so we didn’t get to finish what we started in her green room in Portland, but she did give me her room key and cleared my presence with her security team so I could come here.
I intended to beat her here, but work had other plans, and by the time I was done putting out fires and off the phone, she’d texted to say she was going to shower and to join her.
Another text that had me getting hard.
I push into the room, stroll down the hallway, and–
Jesus fuck, she’s beautiful.
“I see I missed the shower,” I say, not slowing as the little minx, currently leaning back against the side of the couch…
Completely naked.
One slender shoulder shrugs, and–but fucking hell–her legs automatically part as I step closer, as my hand settles on her side.
As if her body instinctively knows that I’m going to bring her pleasure.
I mean, it’s right.
I am.
But also…I’d like to know a little bit more of what makes Lily Maxwell tick.
That thought is so intense–so fucking terrifying–that I freeze.
“Atlas?” she murmurs.
I shake myself, go back to stroking, to tracing nonsensical patterns on silken skin. “I see you didn’t forget the red lipstick.”
“No, I didn’t.” Her mouth curves into a sexy smile, and she brushes my hand away–something I only allow because she’s dropping to her knees, her fingers working at the button on my slacks, tugging down the zipper, those red-painted lips parting.
“Fuck,” I growl, fisting her hair as she sucks me deep.
She’s good at this–too good, especially with that fucking lipstick and that gorgeous body. I want to lick and stroke every inch of her, want to kiss and touch andfuck.
But she’s gripping me tight and sucking me deep, and I can’t do anything but bury my hand in her hair, thrust into her mouth, and enjoy the pleasure she’s giving me.
At least until she pulls back, her eyes sparkling, her lips turned up into a confident smile.
She’s in control.
