Page 26 of Broken Rules
“Ditch the drawers, Lex, and stroke your dick.”
Lennox closes his eyes and swallows deeply before peeling his underwear down his thighs, looking at his thick shaft as it juts free. Taking hold, he meets my gaze, and his cocky grin stirs my insides as I thoroughly take in his handsome size while he glides his hand along his length.
“You see something you like?”
My brows raise as I huff a laugh, still checking him out. “It’s a dick. Nothing special.”
He breathes out a raspy chuckle. “I like you, Evie.”
“Hm, no, you don’t.” I push off the mattress, caressing my tits while strolling closer, and stop at the white line. “Now, tell me. What do you want, so I can get that cum out of you.”
“Fucking hell…” He rubs down his balls before retaking his cock. “To take you on a date.”
I blink a few times, opening and closing my mouth before furrowing my brows. “A date?”
Using his thumb, Lennox rubs along the tip before resting his forearms on the armrests, his cock standing tall, ready, and rideable, my pulse rising at the thought.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Why does any man ask out a woman?”
I glance at the timer with several minutes of this session left, needing to change the subject, so I do what I do best. Backing away, I head for the vintage vanity, pull a drawer open, and take out my glass wand, meant for pussy or ass play. His gaze falls to the bulbous object, his chest rising faster as I coat a healthy amount of warming lube on the toy, already deciding which hole I’ll enter.
He seems like an ass man.
“Lex, do you know the rules?” Taking a seat on the leather chaise, I lie back, trailing the wand between my breasts, down my stomach, and stopping at the small patch of hair above my clit. “A Red Vixen is off-limits—untouchable.”
His brow lifts, but his eyes never leave the toy as I inch the sleek shaft lower, rubbing the tip along my slit, and my eyes flutter close and open, swallowing while trying to keep control of the sensation. I may have taken over the session, but that doesn’t mean I can’t coax an answer out of him.
“Where do I go next, Lex?”
“Just keep doing your thing, Peaches.” His response both excites yet irks me.
I stretch an arm behind my head, my breasts pushing forward. “I’m having a hard time figuring you out.”
The tip of his tongue glides across his top lip as I place my foot along the small table in front while circling the wand on my clit, and I whisper a curse, my heart now beating rapidly at how good it feels. Forcing myself to stop, I glide toward my ass, continuing to rub.
“There’s nothing wrong with a bit of mystery,” he says, touching himself again, and I smirk.
“Well, in the box, you can be whoever you want to be. I’m your vivid fantasy come to life.”
“And what if I don’t want a fantasy?” I still my hand, staring straight into his eyes as he maneuvers to the edge of his seat. “What if I want the real thing?”
I drop the toy on the chaise and stand from the seat. “What are your intentions here? Because—”
The timer goes off, and I snap my head toward the clock. Lennox fixes his boxer briefs, his erection still prominent as he gathers his clothes, then winks at me before entering the private box.
What the hell was that?
A few minutes pass as I stay seated, replaying the last fifteen minutes. Petra walks inside the room a moment later with her cart, putting on gloves, and gasping once she realizes I’m still here.
“Evie, shit, you scared me.” Her cheeks brighten, a blush spreading across her warm brown skin as she takes in my nakedness. “Are you okay?”
“I don’t know.”
Walking toward me, she moves the wand to the table and sits next to me. “Did something happen? Need me to call Gin?” she asks, rubbing my back, and I look into her deep brown eyes.
