Page 319 of Breaking the Rules
As long as it brings me closer to her.
As long as it's what she wants.
As long as I get to watch pleasure spread over her expression.
Yeah, it's torture kissing her, touching her, making her come without being inside her.
But it's beautiful fucking torture.
I can live with waiting forever if that's what it takes.
It's not like I'm living in a state of blue balls.
She's plenty good at getting me off.
My cock stirs at the thought of her soft red lips.
Her long legs.
Her tight dress.
She's wearing one of those black dresses of hers. It's casual enough for work. Sexy enough to drive me out of my mind.
High hem. Low neckline. Snug waist.
She claps when I finish.
I take a bow.
Then I go straight to her.
I wrap my arms around her, lift her into the air, spin her.
She squeals as she wraps her arms around my neck.
"You forgive me?"
She nods. "This time."
Her fingers dig into my hair.
Slowly, she presses her lips to mine.
It starts softly.
Then it's harder.
Deeper.
Needier.
She doesn't have to say it.
We're done with dinner.
With karaoke.
With pretense.
