Page 27 of Broken Rules

No.It wouldn’t.Especially considering the dick he freed once his pants and boxer briefs were around his thighs—thick and veiny with a wide head.The sight of it made my pussy quiver, and my hand shot out to wrap around his shaft, testing it.

“Fuuuck…” He dragged out the word, letting his head fall back while he thrust his hips.“Shit, that’s good.”When I propped myself up on my elbow, he buried a hand in my hair and drew me closer.

He didn’t need to say the words.I knew what he wanted.After a few experimental licks against his underside, I took his head into my mouth, letting the taste of his precum spread across my tongue, taking more.I was barely two-thirds of the way before he hit the back of my throat, so I used my hand to cover the rest.

“Mmm… that’s it… get me good and hard for you…” he whispered, though I couldn’t imagine him getting harder than he already was as my head bobbed and his hips moved.Just as I got into a rhythm, he pulled me away with a soft, woeful groan.“Lie back.”

That was the most surprising part of all.How good it felt to give up control and follow his commands.I did as he said, working my way back until my head reached the pillows.He pulled a condom from his wallet, tossing his slacks and underwear aside.

Magnificent.That was the only word for his athletic body.My pussy quivered again in anticipation as he positioned himself between my legs, spreading them wider to make room for him.My heart was in my throat.Would I be able to take all of him inside me?

He didn’t give me much time to think that over, dragging his head through my slit before pushing forward until I gasped at the pressure that walked the line between pleasure and pain.It lasted only a second.Then, there was nothing but pleasure that only grew bigger the deeper he sank himself.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he gritted out, grimacing, squeezing his eyes shut.“Gonna make me come, you’re so tight.”

“You feel so good,” I whispered, arching my back, straining for contact with his warm, smooth skin and the flexing muscles under it.

“You think you have another one for me?”he grunted out, moving so slowly I was sure I’d go crazy.No way could I stand much more of this.Sweet torture, feeling every inch of him inside me, stretching and pushing me a little closer to the edge.

I clawed his backandgripped him tight with my legs, pulling him closer.Who was I?He was turning me into a greedy monster who needed more, all of him.I couldn’t get enough of the feeling of his dick stretching me, filling me, moving a little faster with each thrust.Wet noises mixed with the sound of our ragged breathing until bliss pulled me under one last time.

He came with a roar that shook us both.His body went limp against mine for a second before he rolled away and left me aching to have him back.Already, I wanted him back.

But this was already bad enough.I knew it way before the last little tremor raced through my core.There was no time to lie back and bask in the glow when what we did was dangerous for both of us.

He knew it too.“Let me guess what you’re thinking,” he muttered, eyes closed, stretched out on his back.“We shouldn’t have done it and can’t ever do it again.”

“You know it’s the truth,” I whispered, half-hearted.Knowing he was right didn’t mean I had to like it.Right now, I fucking hated it.I had seen the promised land, as corny as that sounded.How was I supposed to go back to the way things were when I only wanted him but didn’t know how it felt to have him inside me?

“I know.And I’m not trying to fuck this up for either of us.”He groaned again, sitting up and rubbing his hands over his face.“But don’t expect me to forget, Summer.”

I watched as he got up, memorizing every detail while he started pulling himself together.“It’s for the best,” I reminded him.

Maybe I was reminding both of us.

11

LEX

“Thank you very much, gentlemen.”I couldn’t wait to end the call with the promotions team, who always had an excuse for why shit couldn’t get done as quickly as we needed it.There were still participants muttering the usual end-of-meeting crap about circling back and all that, but I couldn’t have cared less.

It was better for everyone involved that I disconnected when I did.The posters for the movie were flat, generic, anduninspiring.There was time for revision, but the window was getting smaller every day.

What was it going to take to get everybody on the same page?

I needed a distraction—something to release the tension.Of course, my thoughts went where they’d been going for weeks.I lost track of how many times I lapsed into daydreams about Summer.Taking her here on my desk in my office.In my pool at home.Bent over the hood of the classic Chevy we were using for the movie—that was one of my favorites, imagining her spread eagle across the hood of that car.

In other words, my right hand was getting a lot of action lately.Even now, I stirred until I had to think of something else, anything to keep from lapsing into another fantasy behind my studio desk.

All it took was thinking about the fact that some unnamed executive had requested something ‘slightly provocative’ for the movie poster.Who the hell did these people think they were protecting?Like I didn’t know exactly who had made that request.They even said the word ‘cleavage’ had been thrown around.Part of me wondered if Dad wasn’t fucking with me, seeing how far I would let him go before I lost my shit.

It might have been better to indulge in the Summer fantasies for a whilesince I was only gettingmore pissed off every second.The man had always been a pain in the ass, the micromanaging prick he was.Always the smartest guy in the room.Never wrong about anything.There was a reason Mom left when I turned sixteen once she was sure I could handle myself without her.I couldn’t understand how she stayed as long as she did with a man who would’ve rather cut out his tongue than admit he made a mistake.

I couldn’t decide if this was all because of that tendency or because he had no faith in me.Why bother giving me a movie if he didn’t think I could pull it off?It made no goddamn sense, but then nothing about him ever had.

After ten weeks of filming, we had another four to go in principal photography.Then came everything else—reshoots, looping, editing.Sound effects, the addition of a score, and countless other tasksneed to be completed in record time if it means having a finished product to advance screen for reviewers.There was also the necessary press junket, something I had a feeling Summer would rather avoid.

The thought of her made me check the time.I hadn’t heard anything about delays on the set today, where the climactic final race was in its last day of filming.The sun was already on the descent, telling me they were losing light and should’ve been finished by now.Did she decide not to stop at her office before going home?

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