Page 88 of Rewrite the Rules

“Fuck…you’re perfect, Adler.” I praise her in broken fragments as I continue to ease in and out of her, finding a rhythm that keeps her whimpering, but keeps me from unleashing.Not yet. She’s first. Always.She just groans in response, unable to form words as she rises to her tippy toes, arches her back, and forces her ass against me. She’s begging me to get deeper. I lean over, filling her fully. I hear her swallow her cries.

“Tell me you love it,” I breathe against her ear.

“I love it,” she groans.

“Do you want to scream?” I tease as I slow the pace. I love to make her beg. I like getting her frustrated to the point she bosses me around and tells me exactly what she wants. She doesn’t answer so I stop. Pulling out, I rub her back tenderly.

“Joel.”

“What?”

“Please!”

“Please what? Tell me what you want,” I growl behind her. I’m going to pay for this later, but I don’t care.

“Fuck me. Hard. Right now.”

“Yes, ma’am. You don’t have to be so bossy.” I laugh under my breath and tease her entrance with my tip but Adler’s not into playing right now. She throws her hips back and takes my entire length in one thrust.

Fuuuck, I will never get enough of this.

I pound into her fiercely and this time, she does scream.Screw it.I don’t care. Let us get caught. This is a scene out of my sexiest dream. Except it’s with Adler, so I know it’s real.

I almost ask her if she’s close, but her body answers right on time. Adler tenses and I feel her throb and spasm around me. She goes completely silent and holds her breath as she climaxes. She finally slumps her shoulders and hangs her head as she lets out a relieved sigh. She looks back at me over her shoulder. “Go ahead, get yours,” she says breathlessly.

I burrow back into her, this time with reckless abandon. The sloshing sounds as I fill and release her are almost as loud as her moans. She clenches and comes again right before I shatter inside of her. I grip her hip hard. Her skin reddens as I pinch but she doesn’t squirm. My vision blurs. I don’t know if I’m seeing stars, or specks in my eyes as I slowly settle.

The euphoric high fades as quickly as it came. It’s chased away with another desire. I wish she wasn’t bent over my balcony right now. I wish we were warm, in bed, so I could pull out, pull this condom off, and draw Adler into my arms. I’d fall asleep next to her knowing the world would be waiting for me when I woke up.

Not even I can deny this thought is way past friendly. Out of bounds. Torturously confusing for her. And me.

I can’t blur these lines.

I shake the thought from my mind and instead, I smack Adler’s ass before rolling down her dress. I turn my back so she’s spared the gory visual of me taking care of this soiled rubber.

“So,” Adler says, stretching her arms as she straightens. “What now?”

“We’re done here, Baby Spice. You can leave.”

She turns ghost white. Her brows cinch and her mouth falls. I keep a straight face as long as I can before I burst out laughing. She shakes her head, pretending to be unamused.

“You’re an ass.”

“Oh, come on, I’m sorry,” I apologize but it sounds a little disingenuous as I’m still cracking up at her tantrum. “How about I let you pick out a show or movie? I’ll even make you the popcorn with that disgusting nacho cheese powder.”

“You’re really brave enough to risk me picking?” Adler’s eyes light up as I usher her back inside, out of the bitter cold. I grab the throw blanket off the patio furniture and wrap it around her shoulders before I quickly kiss her plump cherry lips that feel like ice cubes.

“It’s Friday night. We both know you’re going to make me watch Sarah Jessica Parker chase Mr. Big all over HBO reruns tonight.”

“Atta boy,” she says, nestling into my couch, wrapping herself in the velvety throw.

“What is the deal withSex and the City, anyhow?”

“My grandma—it used to be our thing. Once she decided I was adult enough to handle it, we’d watch it on Friday nights. My best friends picked up the tradition where Grandma and I left off.”

“So, your grandma was a hiking mogul, day-drank margaritas, and let her teenage granddaughter watchSex and the Citywith her? I really wish I could’ve met her. She sounds pretty awesome.”

“Joel Lewis—she would’ve absolutely adored you.”

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