Page 48 of Broken Rules
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Having the row to ourselves means naughty ideas appear—it’ll make sliding a finger or two inside her more effortless, but I won’t, even with my dick on standby since Evie’s teasing in the car earlier. Evie watches the clouds outside, rubbing her leg, dipping between her thighs, wishing my hand was resting there instead.
She looks at me and raises a brow. “What?”
“You’re beautiful.”
Letting out a deep breath, she turns back to the window. “Thanks.”
“You don’t like compliments?”
The shade slides shut, and she turns toward me. “Okay, I know we’ve been more than teasing each other lately, and while I appreciate you coming with me, we need to set some rules while we’re here.”
“Rules…”
“Yes. First, no more touching—we should consider this a business trip.”
“I gotta be paid for this to be business, Peaches.”
She purses her lips. “That can be arranged. How does a thousand sound?”
“I’m not taking a penny from you.”
Evie leans back on the window and crosses her arms. “Why did you agree to come with me then?”
“To keep you safe…get to know you more. If you haven’t noticed, I like you, Evie. Ireallylike you, and if anything ever happened to you, I don’t know what I’d do.”
Looking down at her lap, she swallows deeply, clenching her jaw, and maneuvers past me to the aisle. “I’m sorry. Me letting you come was a mistake. Excuse me.”
“Evie—”Shit.
She heads for the bathroom toward the back of the plane, and I follow a moment later, passengers eyeing me as I pass by, then I knock on the door. It opens, and I place my foot inside before she closes it, entering the tight space while locking the door behind me.
“What are you doing?”
Her chest rises fast as we’re practically flush with one another, and I place my palm on the small of her back to close the distance between us—rule number one, already broken—as it should be.
“Lex…” She gazes into my eyes through heavy lids, our lips inches apart as she breathes, “Wait. Please.”
Holding the side of her neck, I tilt her head back, caressing her cheek with my thumb, and her eyes flutter shut as I draw her lips to mine. She hums, gripping my shirt when I shift for her to sit on the sink, spreading her legs wide to settle between them. The faucet turns on, and she gasps, clinging to me as she tries to move away from the running water hitting her ass.
“That’s col—oh,” Evie moans, the back of her head hitting the mirror as I rub her pussy through her black leggings. “Wait…” she pants against my mouth, “fuck—wait.”
“You want me to stop, Peaches?” Her breaths turn jagged the more I touch her, feeling how wet her pussy is through the fabric, continuing to rub her clit with my thumb, teasing her plump lips with mine. “Tell me, baby.”
“Yes…no—” Tears pool in her eyes as she whimpers, “I don’t know.”
I don’t know how to respond to that, so I stop. “Do you want me to fall back?”
Her eyes flood more, and she blinks, turning her head away from me. “I don’t want to answer that.”
My brows furrow, and I swallow the ache in my throat, dipping my head. “Alright, then don’t.”
The captain sounds on the intercom that we will be landing in Las Vegas, then to fasten our seat belts. Unlocking the door, I glance at Evie sitting on the sink, staring at the ceiling, and leaving the room, running my fingers through my hair as I head back to our seats. Evie takes a moment longer before she arrives, and I get out to let her inside rather than her climb over me.
“Thank you,” she whispers, then we fasten our seatbelts, ready to land in Sin City.
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