Page 327 of Breaking the Rules

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Groans my name.

He's egging me on.

He wants more.

He wants everything.

But, right now, I'm in control of exactly how this goes.

For once, I actually feel in control.

I reach my free hand up his torso. Brush my fingers against his chest.

Take him deeper.

"Em…" His wrists tug against the restraints. "Fuck me, baby."

My sex clenches.

My nipples pang.

My knees go weak.

God, I want that.

I want that so fucking badly.

I push myself up.

Then I climb up his body until my sex is against his cock.

There's a thin layer of fabric between us.

That's it.

There's only this tiny layer of cotton separating our bodies.

Fuck, he feels good against me.

He's so close.

So close to being mine.

To us being exactly where we're supposed to be.

I grind against him as I unhook my bra and slide it off my shoulders.

His eyes go wide.

Again, he tries to reach for me.

Groans as the restrains stop him.

There's something about Hunter denying himself.

Or me denying him.

It's hot.

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