Page 13 of House Rules
“I have everything I want.”
Liar.
“Fine, then. This isn’t about you. It’s about me, and what you owe me.”
I lift my cup to my mouth and hold it there. “What could I possible owe you?”
“I rubbed my cock for you, remember? You said that’s what you wanted to see when you were in the booth, so I gave you what you wanted.”
My cup clatters on the saucer as I drop it. “Sean,” I hiss out, and shoot a glance around to see if anyone has overheard him. He doesn’t seem to care, though. “I remember,” I whisper, hoping he’ll lower his voice to meet mine, but he doesn’t.
“I told you I’d do that if I got the same in return. We did a lot of things last night, Kitten, but not once do I recall you playing with yourself for me.”
“So, that’s all it is, then?” Please don’t let it be all it is. Please don’t let it be all it is. “You just want to see me play with myself. Is that what this is about?”
“Yeah, it’s about that. But it’s about fucking, too. It’s always about the fucking, Kitten.”
Needing to wet my dry throat so I can speak, I take a sip of my coffee. As I swallow, he leans in and presses his hot mouth to my ear. “I want you to spread that sweet pussy and rub your clit for me. Better yet, I’ll order in some toys and you can show me how you get off when you’re alone. Hell, maybe I’ll even get one of the small vibrators and make you wear it to the cocktail party tonight.”
I sit there staring at him, a mouthful of coffee burning my tongue, but I can’t seem to swallow as heat bombards me. He grins like he’s getting off on knowing how much he’s torturing me—how much he’s going to punish me—then says, “I’ll pick you up in your room at six sharp. We’ll go to the cocktail party, we’ll play nice for my client, then when I get you alone, you’re going to get everything but nice from me.”
I finally swallow my coffee, and it slides painfully down my throat as every muscle in my body tightens with anticipation. Sean turns from me, and I take in his impeccable suit and fine, athletic body as he saunters away, acting confident and composed, like he didn’t just tell me he’s going to watch me masturbate—or wear a goddamn vibrator to his meeting.
Holy God.
I grab my phone from my purse, desperate to talk to a friend. But what the hell would I say? Oh, my childhood crush Sean Fraser is going to do the dirtiest things to me tonight. And I can’t wait.
I finish my coffee, snatch the brochures, and stand, even though I’m worried I’m going to do a face-plant before I can get outside and get some fresh air to clear my head and my oversexed body. As I walk to the door, I can feel Sean’s eyes burn into my back, and I wobble slightly.
“Are you okay?” A hand slides around my waist, and my body tightens, because after last night, I don’t want another man’s hands on my body. Which is so not good. So not good at all.
Dammit Kennedy, what have you gotten yourself into?
I turn to find a guy in his mid-thirties dressed in a business suit, crowding me. Dark eyes meet mine, and his mouth turns up in a smile. “You looked like you were about to fall,” he says in a sexy British accent that would have once intrigued me. But now it’s only Sean’s voice I want in my ear at night. With his hand still on my back, the man steps closer.
“I’m okay. I just slipped on something,” I say, unable to blame my instability on high heels, since I’m wearing flats this morning. “Thanks.” I ease from his arms, and I’m about to excuse myself, but he doesn’t seem to want to let me go.
“Where are you from?” he asks. “Wait, let me guess.” He cups his chin and his gaze drops to take in my T-shirt and jean skirt—the comfortable clothes I picked out for sightseeing today. I have to find something to do to occupy my brain until Sean picks me up for the party, otherwise I’ll spend the entire time in bed fantasizing about what he’s going to do to me tonight.
Like I’m not going to do that anyway.
“New York,” he says.
I smile. “You got it.” I was raised in New York, but live in Chicago now, but don’t feel the need to clarify.
“The accent gives it away every time.” He touches my arm, unwanted contact on my part. I mean, the guy is cute enough, and friendly, but he clearly can’t read my body language—not the way Sean can. Okay, I seriously need to stop thinking about Sean, or I’m going to end up a quivering mess of need. “What brings you to London? I’m Sebastian, by the way.” He looks at the brochures in my hands. “What sights are you seeing?”
“Ah, not sure yet,” is all I say, wanting to leave but not wanting to be rude. It’s just not in my nature.
“If you’ll excuse me,” a deep voice says from behind him. Sean moves past Sebastian, and inserts himself in between the two of us. His gaze lands on mine, and I see a softness in his eyes that I’ve never seen before.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
He gives me a warm smile that curls my toes. “You’d better get going if you want to take in all the sights before we head out tonight.”
“Right,” I say, playing along.
He cups my elbow and pulls me in tight against his hard body, and a soft moan catches in my throat. I put my hand on his chest, feel his strong heartbeat, and melt into him. His head lowers, and his lips move over mine, a soft caress, so different from the hard way he took me last night. I can’t decide which I like more.
