Page 59 of The Bad Boy Rule

Everything about this kiss is desperate, frantic, an eruption of something explosive between us that neither of us had the willpower to deny any longer.

Lennon’s fingers tangle in my hair when my tongue slips past her lips and slides against hers. I grip her nape and haul her into my lap, where she settles along my dick, which I’m pretty positive has never been this hard before.

Over a fuckingkiss.

My palm trails up her back, my fingertips tracing along the notches of her spine, pulling her closer until she’s flush against my chest.

It’s hot as fuck, our skin slick with sweat and sticking together, but I don’t give a shit. I want every inch of her pressed against me while I take her mouth. If I had it my way, I’d have her naked and on my cock in seconds.

I don’t even think she realizes she’s rocking against my dick, her hips chasing friction to dull the ache between her perfect little thighs.

Thighs that I can’t fucking wait to throw over my shoulder and sink my teeth into before I lick her pussy.

I tear my mouth from her lips, tangling my fingers in the hair at her nape and tugging her head back so I can nip at her jaw. My tongue sweeps along her heated skin, tasting the salty twinge of her sweat as I trail a path down her neck.

A throaty hum fills the space around us when I graze my teeth along the soft spot just below her ear before sucking it into my mouth, hoping that it’ll leave a mark behind.

It’s fucked that I want everyone to know that she’s mine, even if it’s just part of an arrangement, a plan she’s completely unaware of.

It stirs something inside of me, something feral, hungry.

I glide my tongue over the pulse point on her neck that’s pounding wildly and grin against her skin when she presses down on my cock, attempting to squeeze her thighs together.

Suddenly, the elevator lurches, the lights flickering before turning back on, prompting Lennon to freeze.

Fuck. Me.

I nearly groan.

Of all goddamn times for this piece of shit to decide to work again, it’s when I’ve got her in my lap, panting while she’s writhing on my dick.

I want to pick right back up where we left off, but the spell is broken, and Lennon is sliding off my lap and scooting back to her side of the elevator, back hitting the wall.

Creating distance because it’s finally hitting her that she just gave in to her desire.

It won.

Her lips are swollen and red like a ripe strawberry as she stares back at me. She seems to read my mind as she lifts her hand to her mouth and runs her fingers along her bottom lip, stroking the spot where my tongue just was.

I sit there completely still as I watch her, the elevator slowly coming to a stop at the sixth floor as it should have in the beginning.

I expected her to have lots offeelingsabout what just happened, especially since she’s so clearly anti-me in all aspects, but what Ididn’texpect was for her to bolt the second the doors slid open, disappearing into the stairwell.

Well… fuck.

TWENTY-NINE

LENNON

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I keep repeating the same words over and over, but also… yes, yes, yes.

God, that was incredibl…y stupid.

Right. It was totally stupid.

Or… was it? Maybe not?

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