Page 64 of Rule Number One

Ethan slid him a fifty and towed me down the steps behind him. We hurried up the front steps of our hotel, waving at the night attendant who didn’t look up from his phone as we hurried by. When we hit the secluded stairwell, Ethan grabbed me and spun me around, pinning me to the wall with his body.

“I don’t think I can make it even one more foot without getting a little more of you,” he whispered into my ear, then brushed his lips against it. “I can’t even begin to tell you how badly I’ve wanted this,” he whispered between kisses along my collar bone. “It’s been torture following rule number one with you.”

“Same,” I breathed out as he slid his hands up my arms, moving them over my head and pinning my wrists to the wall. The thrill of being somewhere in public with him this way collided with an unquenchable passion I’d never experienced, scorching through me like wildfire. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his, moaning when he pushed his lips into mine, the force of it pushing my head back into the wall as he kissed me so hard it almost hurt.

But it felt so good.

“We need to get back to our room. I need to feel you inside of me.” I edged myself against his thigh, the pressure doing nothing to satiate my need this time.

“Is that what you want?” He gently bit my lip. “Me inside of you?”

“Yes,” I breathed back.

He released his grip on one wrist and moved his hand slowly down my body, his touch igniting me as it traveled south. When he slid it over my jeans and between my legs, I slammed my eyes shut and moaned.

“Is that where you want it?”

“Yes,” I panted.

Instead of taking me back to the hotel room as I’d imagined, his fingers moved to the top of my pants. My heart rattled against my ribcage as he undid my buttons. I’d never felt so turned on and yet terrified of getting caught as his fingers slid beneath my underwear to my heated core. I had to bite my lip to muffle my cry.

“Oh, God.” I kissed him harder as he trailed his fingers in light circles around my most sensitive spot. “Someone could catch us.”

“Everyone else is sleeping,” he said as he rubbed his fingers against me. “And we’ll hear them coming long before they catch us. And there are no cameras here. You’re safe. Trust me.”

The pure need for his touch erased any fears I had about getting caught. His fingers between my legs and his tongue in my mouth were all I could think about.

It felt like tiny circles of exquisite torture as he worked his magic fingers in my wet heat. One dipped inside of me, and I pressed against him to encourage him in deeper. He obeyed my subtle commands, sliding farther inside of me while his tongue twirled against mine.

I’d never done something so brazen before, and the sheer thrill of what he was doing to me in the public stairwell had me ready to come undone within moments. My breath quickened, and with it, Ethan sped up his rhythm too. I could barely contain my little moans, and as I started to come, he closed my mouth with a kiss and muffled the sounds of my pleasure. Every molecule in my body seemed to explode with the power of my release. When the waves of ecstasy finally slowed, I shuddered and clung tightly to him.

“Holy shit,” I whispered against his lips.

He slowed his rhythm, finishing with just a gentle touch before he slipped his hand back out of my pants. Just as the ringing in my ears and the world spinning around me started to settle, I opened my eyes to see him smiling back at me.

“Came in a stairwell. Add that to your list.” He leaned forward and pulled my lip between his teeth. When he let it go, he whispered, “And I’m just getting started with you. For the rest of this, I’m going to need you naked, so let’s get you back to our room.”

The way he whispered the words caused the desire he’d just quenched to come rushing back like a broken faucet. Ethan grabbed my hand and towed me toward our room, stopping to kiss me over and over again as we made our way there.

After fumbling to get the key card to work, the door finally opened, and Ethan pushed me inside.

We tore at each other’s clothes as we kissed our way to the bed. Shirts, shoes, and pants flew as we let our desire go wild. When I was down to my bra and underwear, Ethan grabbed me by the waist and tossed me backward on the bed. The soft mattress cushioned my landing, and he was on me in seconds. Our hands touched and grabbed everywhere as our kisses connected over and over again.

He unsnapped my bra with one hand and slid it off with the other. First one shoulder, then the next. As my breasts became exposed, for a brief moment, the old Ivy reared her head and started to feel ashamed and self-conscious. But one look into Ethan’s heated gaze, and all my fears about a reckless fling faded away. I’d never felt so desired, so sexy, in all my life.

“I want to taste every inch of you,” he whispered against my neck before his kisses moved south.

“Yes,” I breathed out as his warm breath ghosted my nipples, followed by the wet heat of his tongue. “Oh, God. Yes.”

I arched my back, lifting my breast into his mouth. It was a blur of fingers and tongue working both of my breasts together in a dizzying symphony of pleasure. And just when I thought he couldn’t make my body sing any louder, his kisses moved south.

Slowly, he slid his fingers beneath my underwear, gently tugging them down as he kissed the inside of my thigh, then my knee. I lifted my ass and let him slide them off, then down my legs as he pulled them over my toes. Instead of feeling self-conscious as his hungry gaze moved to the center of my legs, I let the desire in his eyes fill me up with confidence as I spread my legs to invite him in.

“Every single inch of you,” he whispered against my inner thigh. “I want to taste it all.”

And then he did.

I moaned and let my legs fall apart as he slid his tongue up the length of my slit. My body vibrated with desire as he reached the most sensitive spot, his tongue flicking across me and then alternating to sensual circles. When he pushed his fingers inside of me, I closed my eyes and gave myself to the pleasure he brought, grasping the sheets as his tongue and fingers worked my core until he coaxed every drop of pleasure from my body.

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