Page 40 of Broken Rules

“Okay, this is beautiful,” I admitted.“But what is it?I would have guessed it was abandoned from the looks of it.”

“When you’re involved in a project, that’s all you pay attention to.”He wasn’t chiding me.It wasn’t criticism.He was chuckling as he approached, holding out a hand to take my bag.“Let me show you around.”

“Butwhereare we?”

He took my hand and led the way.“My good friend, Clayton Manning, is around a month from opening this hotel to the public.It’s been in the news lately.They’re going to have a huge party to celebrate the grand opening.”

“So no one else is staying here right now?We have the entire hotel to ourselves?”

“That’s right.It’s us and the security team I hired for the night.”When I gasped, he shrugged.“Just in case.I want to be sure you’re safe.”

It was hard to believe.Not only was he ridiculously wealthy, but he had friends who could set him up like this.He also had the ability tohire a security team for the night.“It’s amazing,” I concluded as he continued leading me through the enormous suite.

“You haven’t seen the best part.”It was no surprise when we ended up in the bedroom, where there were views just as stunning as the ones I admired in the living room.He left my bag on the floor at the foot of the king-size bed, then continued leading me to a door in the far corner of the room.

“You’re going to show me the closet?”I asked, arching a brow.

“Not exactly.”He opened it to reveal a staircase leading up.There was a second door at the top, and when he opened it, I could barely breathe from the anticipation leading here.

“What do you think?”he asked.“It’s all ours for the night.”

I let go of his hand in a slow circle to admire everything.A sparkling pool right there on the roof.A canopy draped over the top of it, the underside strung from end to end with twinkling lights.The night was beautiful, clear and warm, and a gentle breeze created ripples on the water that sent light dancing everywhere.Lit torches added to the ambiance, along with soft music piped in through some invisible source.It was magical.

“I called in a favor, and Clay had the pool filled and prepared for us.I ordered dinner, too,” Lex added, gesturing toward a candlelit table surrounded by potted palms and lush, fragrant tropical flowers.

It was like stepping into a garden in a world of our own.Nobody could see us.We were on top of the world.I walked over to the waist-high wall edging the roof on all sides, standing on tiptoe to look over the edge and down at the traffic below.

“Like it?”His soft question tore my attention away from the twinkling lights stretching out below us.The light playing off the pool’s ripples washed over his face and made his dark eyes glow.Or maybe that was a trick of my mind, buzzing, excited, and overwhelmed.

My heart swelled as I said, “I love it.I can’t believe you went to all this trouble to make sure we were safe.”

He stepped up behind me, and I smiled when his lips found my neck.“You smell fantastic,” he whispered, growling softly before burying his nose in my hair.

“Isn’t this beautiful?”I asked, overwhelmed, leaning against him while the breeze rustled my hair and his hands slid over my hips.

“I was going to say the same thing, but not about the view.”His arms wound around my waist, and one hand slid up over my stomach, finally cupping my breast.“You could rule this town.You know that?”

“You’re just saying that,” I whispered, caught between the sizzling sensations his touch brought about and the breathtaking future he was creating in my imagination.It was one thing for me to believe I could make it, but for him to say it?

“Why would I say that if it wasn’t true?What, you think I’m trying to seduce you?”His thumb brushed my nipple and made it tighten before he moved back down to my hips.“I think we both know that’s not necessary at this point.”

“It’s what I want… more than anything.”I stared at the sign in the distance.There was a premiere going on downtown, and crisscrossing beams of light flashed and danced across the sky.It could be me down there, having my picture taken, waving to fans.

His kisses were slower now, more sensual, his breath deeper.The fire he always lit in me burned bright already, hotter with every caress, every touch of his lips.“You have what it takes to be one of the greats.You have the instincts, and you’re sure as hell stubborn enough.”

My laughter ended on a gasp when his hands slid up under my dress and stroked my thighs.The pressure of his erection against my ass was impossible to ignore, and instinct made me push back and grind against it.There was nothing like the sound of his needy, breathless groans.Power surged in me when I heard it, knowing I drove him to that.I could make him lose his grip on himself.

“Imagine it.”He probed between my thighs, so I parted them to give him room.The first touch against my moist lips was electric and mind-blowing.I didn’t know if it was the excitement of being with him or imagining myself down there running the town, making it mine.Either way, my slit was a river he eagerly dipped into, sliding his fingers through my wetness before easing them deep inside me.

“Imagine having everything you want,” he murmured, breathing hard while his fingers moved in and out.I reached behind me and found his bulge, rubbing it in time with his strokes.“Calling the shots.Signing your own checks.Choosing your projects, your dream casts.”I squeezed him gently, and his teeth grazed my earlobe.“Fuck, you’re so hot.I want to fuck you so badly,” he growled out, making me shiver.“All day, no matter where I am, I’d always rather be like this, with you.”

I had to be dreaming.But no, this was very real—the sound and smell of him, the pressure of his thick digits working me into a frenzy.

“I want you here,” he rasped.“I need you.I’m going to fuck you out here in the open where no one can see.”

That was the best idea I’d heard all night.He reached into his pocket, and I lowered my thong to my knees, bending over a little.He had turned me into a brazen hussy, and I loved every second of it, especially now with the hint of danger and wickedness.

The opening of the foil packet was quickly followed by familiar pressure against my pussy.I held my breath, waiting, then moaned out my approval when he sank himself deep.“Fuck, so wet,” he said through gritted teeth, taking me by the hips andholding me in place.He leaned down, breathing in my ear.“So wet for me.Look at you.Getting fucked forty stories above Beverly Hills.You love it, don’t you?You wouldn’t be so wet if you didn’t.”

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