Page 15 of His Rules

Too personal.

Yes, that was the truth, but why would I ruin such an incredible moment by blurting it out? Because I wasn’t good at dating and obviously not at being intimate with a man. I expected him to grab his clothes and walk out. I honestly wouldn’t blame him. He’d just given me the very first orgasm by mouth of my life and he knew it. Then I’d gone and ruined it.

I let out a sharp expulsion of air that sounded as agonized as I felt.

He scratched his head and the brief moment allowed me to get a really good look at him in the dim light. He was magnificent from head to toe. His body was even more muscular than his clothes had allowed me to see. With broad shoulders, perfectly carved muscular arms, solid six-pack abs, and a deep V leading to the most gorgeous cock I’d ever seen, my mouth was watering to the point I was fearful of drooling.

I forced myself to look away, another flash of embarrassment crawling through my system.

“No kissing,” he repeated as if I’d just told him I was from Mars.

“No. Too intimate.”

“O-kay, princess. Turn around so I can see that gorgeous ass of yours.”

His reaction wasn’t what I’d expected, but his commanding voice was impossible to ignore. I did as he instructed, keeping my head tilted as far over my shoulder as possible. He was studying me fiercely, his eyes glazed over. Or maybe I was thinking too much of this.

“Utterly perfect. Now walk toward the window.”

I opened my mouth to object, but for some insane reason wanted to obey him.

So I did.

“How about hard fucking? Too intimate for you?” he asked, his tone so dark and husky that I strained to hear what he was saying. He walked closer and I felt a rush of adrenaline and excitement tearing through me.

My God. He was so huge. I wanted to laugh and squeal at the same time.

“No.” I sounded meek, highlighting my weakness around men. I might not be a virgin, but I might as well be for all the limited experience I’d had. When he walked closer, I found myself tensing.

He sensed my nervousness, gripping both my shoulders and pressing his hot lips across the nape of my neck. “But this is okay. Yes?”

“Uh-huh.” I closed my eyes as he brushed his hands down to my breasts, cupping while instantly pinching my nipples. The effect of the slice of pain was as incredible as it had been before, perhaps even more so. A haze formed against the cool glass. Or maybe that was from my heavy breathing.

“Hands on the window.”

I did was I was told, trying desperately to watch what he was doing.

He gripped my hips, yanking my bottom further from the window. The crack of his hand on my buttocks was so unexpected I yelped. He issued another growl, almost as if the sound was a warning.

“Are you ready for me, princess?”

I’d always hated the term before. All my life, because my father had called me that. I was definitely no princess, but the way he said the word was titillating. “Yes.”

He brought his hand down three more times. I could swear the man was priming me. Or he was ensuring I knew he wasn’t leaving until he got what he wanted.

That sent me floating in a sea of desire.

“Do you like a little pain with your pleasure?”

I didn’t want to answer that, but his tone meant business. He wanted the truth. Why not tell him? I had nothing to lose.

“Yes.”

The hard smack of his palm continued to be jarring, but it was delicious in every way. I closed my eyes, arching my back slightly in a shameful move. I bit my lip to keep from crying out as he continued electrifying every inch of my body.

“I can tell,” he growled and caressed my bottom before sliding his hand between my legs. Even the way he held my soaking mound was possessive. His forceful yet tender actions truly had me wondering what he did as a profession. “Very ready.”

“Yes, oh God, yes.”

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