Page 217 of By His Rule

Lie to him.

Lie through your fucking teeth.

Do not let him know just how good last night was.

Don’t tell him how you woke up wishing he’d already taken the liberty to embark on the next round instead of cuddling you, waiting for you to rouse.

Swallowing down the truth, I hold his eyes firm and say, “It was okay.”

Bald-faced fucking lie right to his face.

Shame burns me from the inside out.

The truth is, it was the best night and the hottest sex of my life. But what good can come of me admitting that?

This thing—if there is even a thing—between us is fake at best.

There is no future where Kian and I could become anything more than boss and assistant.

He might think last night was fun, but it was a one-off. A vacation fling, if you will.

He moves closer still, and his erection brushes my stomach.

Every single muscle in my body clenches.

The memory of just how good he felt inside me last night slams into me full force.

His dick is like none other I’ve ridden. And not just because of the size. I swear the thing was made for me. The way it hit all of my magical points without even having to try was something else.

Kian was right; even the best dildo in the world can’t do that.

Damn it.

How do I move on from a dick like that? I already know that no one else will ever be able to compete.

Every man in my past—Matt, and sadly Ryder included—pales in comparison.

Fuck. I’m royally fucked.

He chuckles, although there is little amusement in it. His eyes are dark, full of desire and determination, and his body is set for a fight.

“You really need to stop lying to me, babe,” he warns, looming even closer.

My mouth runs dry, and the second my tongue sneaks out to wet my lips, his eyes drop.

“I-I’m not lying,” I argue, sounding anything but convinced by my own words.

“Right, then I think I’d better prove just how wrong you are.”

One second he’s staring down at me, and the next I’m being hiked up the wall, my legs around his waist, as his lips claim mine.

I hold firm, refusing to kiss him back or join in.

But my resolve to do the right thing is only so strong.

He shifts me, ensuring his length brushes against my sensitive clit, and I gasp in shock, giving him the perfect opportunity to deepen the kiss.

The second his tongue brushes mine, all my fight seeps from my body, and I throw my arms around his shoulders and dive headfirst into this thing.

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