Page 19 of House Rules
He captures my hand hard and leads me to the elevators. He seems a bit different suddenly, more intense, and I wonder what’s going through his head. Maybe bringing the conversation back to sex again is his way of reminding me that once the weekend comes to an end, so do we.
I pinch my eyes shut for a second to get it together, cursing myself for chasing after Sean in the first place. He hurt me when we were young, and he’s going to hurt me again. But it’s my own fault. I played a game with him where I could only end up on the losing end.
We climb onto the elevator and stop at my floor. I give him a look. “I thought we were going to your room.”
“We are, after you pick a few things up from your room.”
My body quivers. I can’t believe he’s going to make me go through with this.
But oh, how I want to.
I let myself into my room, shove all the toys back into the bag, and meet him at the door. The heated look on his face fills my mind with naughty images of things to come.
“All set?”
I nod and we step back on the elevator, getting off at his penthouse suite. He ushers me inside and locks the door behind us. Catching me off guard, he pins me to the wall with a body that is hot, all raw power, and I want him with a searing intensity that I’ve never felt before. He shoves his knee between my legs, his actions rough and needy—demanding. He dips his head, and his eyes meet mine. His breathing is heavy, labored, as it burns over my flesh.
“I want these beads out and me in.”
“Okay,” I whisper. “I’ll be right back.”
He lets go of me, and I practically sink to the floor. It takes all my effort to get my legs moving. I can feel his eyes drilling into my back as I make my way to the bathroom, the toy inside me buzzing with the movement.
“Get naked and turn the shower on. I’ll be right in, and I want you ready for me.”
I hurry to the bathroom, remove the beads, and turn on the shower. As I strip off my dress, the moan at the door gains my attention. I turn around to find Sean tugging off his tie as his gaze roams over my body.
“You are incredible,” he says. “Fuck, the things I’m going to do to you.” He shakes his head and looks at me with total possession as he wraps his tie around his hands. “If you were my fiancée, I’d fucking keep you tied to my bed and take you every day, all day, any way I wanted.”
I watch, transfixed, and try not to think about how excited that makes me, how much I would love to be possessed by him. He sheds his clothes, and when I take in the gorgeous man in all his male perfection, my brain stalls.
“Shower, now,” he says.
I open the glass door and step in, Sean following me. I stand under the rain shower nozzle and let the water fall over my hair and face. Sean pushes my hair back, and my hard nipples press against his chest as he plants his mouth on mine. The kiss grows and deepens as his palms race over my body with aroused eagerness, shaping my curves and contours.
My God, I’m going to miss his touch when this weekend is over. In only a couple of days I’ve grown accustomed to his hands on my body, pleasuring me. He reaches for the soap and lathers his palms, then places them back on my flesh. My soft murmur curls around us as he washes my hot skin. His hand slips between my legs, and he strokes me. I shudder in his arms, aching to feel him inside me.
Once I’m clean, he positions me under the spray and the water rinses away the last of the suds. Sean lathers his hands again, but I want to touch him now, so I reach for the soap and run it over his hard body. I feel his gaze burning through me so I glance up, and the air leaves my lungs at the way he’s looking at me. Hungry, needy, and lustful, but underneath that there’s something else. Something warm and tender––affectionate. Affectionate? Maybe that’s just wishful thinking on my part.
I wash him, spending a few extra moments on his cock, enjoying the weight of it in my hands. Seeing how hard and ready he is—for me—fills me with female power. He dips between my legs and pushes a finger inside me. It glides in and out, and I moan as he presses his palm against my swollen clit.
“I need inside here,” he growls. “Now.”
He turns the water off, opens the glass door, and grabs a towel. He runs the soft cotton over my body, then turns it on himself. Once we’re sufficiently dry, he gives me a tap on the ass to set me into motion. When he stops to pick up his tie, I hurry to the bed, pull down the covers, and climb in.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asks, slapping his tie against his palm.
I blink up at him, putting on my best innocent face. “What do you mean?”
“Get out from under those covers and show me that sweet pussy of yours.”
My breath catches. Jesus, I love when he talks to me like this. I kick off the covers and spread my legs wide.
“Is this what you want?”
His gaze slides over me, coming to rest between my legs. My pussy clenches just from the way he’s staring at me. “It’s a start.”
He tosses his tie over his shoulder, closes his hand around his cock, and pumps. I moan with pleasure and he grins at me. “You like that, huh?” I swallow and nod. “Tell me.”
