Page 21 of Breaking His Rules

Evan comes after me, picking me up and I wrap my legs firmly around his hips. His lips find mine and we stand in the ocean making out like teenagers. I can feel his hard length rub against me and I wonder what it would be like to have sex out here in the ocean. We’re far away from anyone. Apparently, Evan’s condo is on a part of a privately owned section of the beach. There isn’t too many places like this in Florida, so it’s different. I’m used to tourists ambling around every which way.

When I feel his fingers between my legs. I know he’s having the same thoughts I am. My hand dives inside of his shorts and I open them enough to allow his cock out and then he’s lifting me up and he’s inside me. We come together fast and hard and I’m glad I took the aspirin I found in my beach bag this morning or I think I would be walking funny later on.

We spend the rest of the afternoon out in the ocean in each other’s arms.

26

Evan

Yesterday and today is just what the doctor ordered, we lazed around on the beach, then hung out at the pool, and ordered in for dinner last night. I’m up and getting ready this evening to go to the restaurant and see Sebastian. I decided to use the guest bathroom, Harlow having taken over the master bathroom grumbling about how her hair isn’t cooperating. I just laughed and let her be.

I just sat down in the living room couch, thinking the furniture in this place is uncomfortable as fuck and can’t wait to be back in Harlow’s place where her house feels much more like a home when she comes out. She nearly takes my breath away. Her hair is down in soft curls, her make up is light, only highlighting the sun she’s gotten while we’ve been here. She’s wearing a dress that comes to her mid-thigh and flows out. The top is conservative and off the shoulders, but it’s her smile that sets her apart from anyone else I’ve ever met.

I get to my feet and walk towards her. I know the first thing I’m doing when we get home. A ring will be on her finger and we’ll be moving in with each other. Then hopefully in nine months we’ll be welcoming a baby into the world.

“You look beautiful, Baby,” I tell her as I spin her around in a circle. The skirt of her dress flying up giving me a glimpse of her legs. She’s laughing and I’m growling inside and wanting to beat my chest and yell to everyone that can hear me that Harlow is mine.

“Thank you, Evan. You’re not so bad yourself,” she says saucily. She leads the way to the front door and I smack her ass. She looks back at me over her shoulder and I can see the heat in her eyes. Fuck, but what this woman does to me.

Walking the few minutes it takes to get to the restaurant, I let her know about Sebastian and tell her how interested he seems after he saw the interior and the books yesterday.

“We’re just finalizing the signatures and then it’s his,” I tell her.

“You’re not upset about selling are you?” Harlow stops us in our tracks so she can look into my eyes. She’s not at eye level, but the heels she’s wearing helps her.

“Not at all. It was more of a burden than anything,” I give her a quick kiss careful not to smear her lipstick and we continue our walk.

I see her scrunch up her nose as we walk into the restaurant and I look at it from her point of view. Where the Ocean Breeze back at home is light and airy and has a three-hundred-sixty degree view. This one doesn’t. When I was just starting out this was a prime location and locals and tourists love it, but it’s definitely not as classy as the other one.

Sebastian comes up and grasps my shoulder, “Hey, Evan. Ready to finish this up?”

“Yeah, let me introduce you. This is Harlow, my fiancé,” I tell Sebastian. I hear Harlow’s intake of breath but she doesn’t miss a beat and shakes his hand and then sinks closer into my body, as my arm wraps around her waist.

“Nice to meet you Harlow,” he says.

“Nice to meet you as well,” Harlow replies.

We go to a table and sign contracts. I shake his hand and all he has to do is transfer funds in the next twenty-four hours and all is set.

We leave the restaurant and I’m not looking back. Only forward.

27

Harlow

Our vacation ended way too fast. I didn’t want it to end, yet sadly that’s what happens with vacations. We both came back relaxed and not ready to start work again.

---