Page 219 of By His Rule

They do very little to pacify the hurricane of chaos in my head.

As our breathing returns to normal, Kian lowers my feet back to the floor, but he doesn’t immediately leave me to continue my shower. Instead, he reaches for the shower gel and sets about washing up.

“Are you for real right now?” I balk.

“What? We can fuck like rabbits, but we can’t shower together? Since when was that a rule?”

My mouth opens and closes to respond, but I quickly discover I have no argument.

Eventually, I go with, “I didn’t invite you to join me.”

“And you think that’ll stop me?” He laughs.

“Clearly fucking not,” I mutter.

“Are you done?” he asks when I just stand there staring at him rubbing white fluffy bubbles all over his ridiculously perfect body.

“I’ve barely started,” I sulk.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

“You to leave.”

“Trust me, babe, watching you shower isn’t going to stop me wanting you. You’re naked right now. Naked, wet, and—” He reaches out and drags his fingers up my thighs. “You’ve got my cum running down your thighs.” He holds his fingers up to prove his point before moving them to my mouth. “Taste me,” he demands.

I should bite my lips together and refuse in an attempt to shut this insanity down. But of course, being the needy whore that I am, my mouth opens, and I happily lick his fingers clean.

His eyes dilate, and out of the corner of my eye, I see his dick jerk in excitement.

The recovery time of this man is incredible.

Swallowing my need for round…I don’t know, twenty-five, maybe, I hold my head high.

“I need some space, Kian,” I state, my voice hard and unwavering.

I’m not sure if it’s my tone, or the fact he really does know that he’s pushing his luck, but he agrees and finishes up. He doesn’t step out of the shower without giving me a knee-weakening kiss, though.

“That was your last,” I say. “Once you step out of this shower, all of that is being put behind us. We came here to work, and that’s what we’re going to do.”

He nods in agreement, but the smirk playing on his lips tells a very different story.

God damn you, Kian Callahan.

Much to my surprise, everything did return to almost normal after my shower.

Okay, so I did find my outfit for the day laid out on the bed, which I didn’t have the energy to argue with. My muscles pulled and ached as I dressed, a constant reminder of the night before. And when I emerged with a light covering of makeup on my face, and my hair twisted up into a bun, seeing as I had no choice but to wash it with normal shampoo this morning, causing my curls to turn into the world’s worst frizz, the glance he gave me barely held any heat from the night before.

A weird mix of relief and disappointment warred in my stomach, and it hasn’t left since.

We ate breakfast in the hotel restaurant like two platonic colleagues. And then we attended meeting after meeting, where we were nothing but professional. Well, as long as you ignore our notebooks, of course.

Clearly, Kian had yet to build as big a collection as me, because he had the same as yesterday. I, however, had another new one.

Behind every average boss is a kick-ass assistant.

And my pen of choice today.

Ringleader of the circus.

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