Page 296 of Breaking the Rules

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She arches her back. Tugs at my t-shirt to pull me into a deep, slow kiss.

I wrap one arm around her.

Slip the other between her legs.

She groans against my lips as I rub her over her panties.

I can feel her through the slick fabric.

She's wet.

Blood flees my brain.

I barely manage to hold onto control.

Her fingers dig into my chest, pressing the cotton of my t-shirt into my skin.

She tugs at my t-shirt. "Off."

I toss the thing over my head.

She lifts her hips to push her panties to her knees. "More." She presses her palm to my stomach. "Please."

My balls tighten.

I never thought I got off on women begging me.

But hearingpleaseon Emma's lips—

Fuck.

I dig my fingers through her hair. Cup the back of her head with my palm.

She kisses me softly.

Slowly.

Then harder.

Faster.

Her tongue slides around mine.

She cups me over my jeans. Presses her palm against my cock, rubbing me through the fabric.

It's sweet torture.

I drag my fingertips up her thigh.

Slowly.

Until she's shaking with anticipation.

Until she's tugging at my hair like she's cursing my name.

She sighs as I bring my fingers to her clit. "Fuck."

Pleasure spills over her expression as I rub her.

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