Page 114 of Breaking Rules

I love him, and it’s stronger than anything I’ve ever experienced before.

“You taste so good. I could eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner and never get tired of it. Never.” He pulls himself up, one hand on the couch to brace himself, and hovers close, his lips an inch away from mine.

I put my hand on the back of his neck and kiss him without holding back, as if this is my last moment with him. For all I know, it could be. Jake and I aren’t together anymore, but that doesn’t mean Xander and I are free to date. A relationship between the two of us could put his career at risk.

Not to mention his aversion to commitment. Regardless of how attracted he is to me, I don’t know if he’d break all his rules for me. I don’t know if he’d deem me important enough.

We aren’t meant to be. The realization hits hard, making me lose all my restraint, urging me to enjoy my time with him while I can.

Soon enough, our clothes are scattered all over the floor. We touch every inch of one another, barely coming up for air.

When I stroke him, he trembles. His breathing becomes erratic, and he drops his head to my shoulder. His release is approaching, but I don’t want him to come yet.

So, I push him back and make him sit on the couch. He looks disoriented, as if he’s drunk on us.

Roles reversed—now I’m the one on my knees before him—I curl my tongue around the head of his cock and run my hand up and down his length.

Xander brushes my hair off my face, his gentle fingers caressing my skin. “God, you’re gorgeous,” he breathes. “And my fucking dick in your mouth is a sight I’ll never forget.”

He lifts his hips, driving his cock into my mouth. His moans and grunts mix into each other, and beads of sweat run down his chest. Thank God he turned on the lights; watching him while I give him pleasure brings me close to my own orgasm again. He’s the most handsome man I’ve ever met, and he’s totally at my mercy.

“You on your knees for me, my cock down your throat… I want to memorize every detail so I can revisit this memory whenever I want,” he tells me. “Your mouth feels so good, baby. I’m gonna come so hard?—”

Xander puts his hand on the top of my head, and a guttural groan slips from the back of his throat. His cock throbs as his cum fills my mouth, and I barely have time to swallow it before he yanks me up and kisses my lips.

With my legs straddling his hips, we fuse our mouths together. When I’m out of breath, I lean away. Desire clouds Xander’s gaze; the way he’s looking at me sets my mind ablaze. He’s devouring me mentally, examining every inch of me.

He grabs the back of my neck to bring my face to his, and a sharp pain radiates out from the base of my skull. Before I can stop it, a gasp escapes me. Xander rears back and releases my neck, frowning down at his hand.

“What is this?” he asks, holding up his concealer-covered fingers. “Did you cover something on your neck?”

I blink, trying to collect myself.Fuck. I’m sweating with exertion; the concealer must be melting off. Dread engulfs me as I steel myself to open up. This is not how I wanted him to find out about the farewell gift from Jake on my neck.

“It’s a bruise,” I admit.

“What?” Xander puts a finger under my chin and forces me to look at him. “Show me.”

I know better than to argue with him, so I push my hair aside. He leans forward, examining it so closely his breaths feather the hairs at my nape.

“Did Miller do that to you?” His voice drops an octave lower.

“Yeah.”

He goes rigid beneath me. “But you said he didn’t try anything?—”

“I didn’t want to upset you at Audrey’s party. I planned to bring it up when we were alone. But like I said, Ben’s presence helped.”

I can only hope Xander keeps his cool. I don’t want him to wreak havoc on Jake. The past needs to stay in the past, and I can’t let him endanger his future, his career.

“He wasn’t happy when I walked away from him. He grabbed the back of my neck to stop me. Ben stood up for me. I have no idea what would’ve happened if he hadn’t been there.”

Xander frames my face with his hands, anguish written in every line of his face. “What else did he do?”

“Nothing, I swear. Ben helped me pack my things, I talked to Jake, and we left.”

He eases me off his lap and paces across the room, totally naked.

I stand too. I turn off the light and wrap my arms around him from behind, halting him in his tracks.

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