Page 44 of Break My Rules

“Is this your first time at the club?” she asks, pulling out an eyeliner pencil and touching up her makeup.

“Almost,” I confess. “I came here once before, so I thought I was over being shocked and naïve, but then I look around the room, and, well…”

She laughs. “I know how you feel. The first time a date brought me here, I felt like one of those cartoon characters, you know, with their eyesthatbig. You’re here with someone, aren’t you?” she adds, turning to me.

I nod. “Yes. Did he, umm…?” I trail off, not sure how to ask.

Rose smiles. “He did. And I’m definitely interested,” she adds, her gaze trailing over me in a way that feels both new and familiar all at once. “But I wanted to talk to you first,” she adds. “Some guys… Well, they have this fantasy, and then strong-arm their partner to go along with it. I don’t have any interest in that kind of rubbish,” she adds, so self-assured and clear, I can’t help but be more impressed.

“It’s not like that,” I say quickly. “It was my idea. I mean, I want to…” I trail off again, blushing furiously. “Sorry,” I mutter, looking down. “I don’t know how this works.”

“It works the same way as anything.” Rose strolls towards me, and places a fingertip under my chin, tilting my face up to meet her playful gaze. “You just follow your instincts,” she whispers, eyes sparkling. Like a partner in crime. “Surrender your inhibitions and do whatever feels right. What happens in the club stays at the club,” she adds with a wink. “We’re all just having fun.”

Fun…

And just like that, my curiosity drowns out the last shivers of nerves. I smile back at her and take her hand. “Follow me,” I find myself saying, and then lead her out of the room, and down a long, dim hallway. We pass other people, and I feel a fresh thrill, knowing that their eyes are on us. Knowing where we’re going.

Knowing what I’m about to do.

I find the room Saint mentioned, and go to unlock the door, but it’s already open. Inside, Saint is waiting, his jacket thrown over the back of a wingback chair, as he pours three glasses of champagne. There’s a low bed, and luxurious lighting, bathing the room in a soft glow. It looks like an expensive hotel suite—if expensive hotels came with metal bars hanging parallel to the ceiling, and an entire wall of smoked-out glass.

“You found her,” he tells Rose with a smile, as I close the door behind us. He saunters over, handing us both a glass.

“I did. And I see what you mean,” she says, taking a sip.

“What did he say about me?” I ask, looking between them.

Rose smiles. “That you were delicious,” she says, flirty. “Although, I’ll just have to test that part for myself.”

And then she puts the glass down, leans in and kisses me.

Her mouth is cool, and unfamiliar, sweet with the champagne bubbles, and soft where Saint’s is demanding and rough. It’s intoxicating, new and unfamiliar, andmy pulse races as I lean in, stroking her soft cheek, marveling at the silky texture of her hair. Her tongue nudges, wet between my lips, and I open to her, sliding my tongue against hers in a sensual, foreign dance.

“Damn…”

I hear Saint let out a low groan of appreciation, and then he’s moving behind me, sandwiching me between them, his hands on my waist as hers cradle my cheeks; his body hard and unyielding, as hers presses soft against my curves.

My head spins. It’s incredible, already I feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience, floating there between them. Rose breaks the kiss, dancing kisses along my jawline and neck, as Saint tugs my dress straps over my arms, peeling my bodice to my waist.

“How does she feel, baby?” Saint asks, teasing. “Do you want some more?”

I moan in answer, sinking my head back against his chest and closing my eyes, reveling in the wave of sensation.

“No,” he scolds me lightly. “Open your eyes. Watch her touch you…”

I do as he orders, my knees weak as I watch Rose bend her head, hair spilling around her face as she licks across the swell of my chest. Saint helps her, cupping each lace-clad breast in his hands, offering them to her to lick and suck in turn.Oh God… I shudder, overwhelmed with the incredible feel of her mouth, and her soft, eager tongue teasing me through my bra until I’m aching, arching against her, whimpering with need.

Saint chuckles. “I think she likes it,” he muses to Rose, who lifts her head, her cheeks flushed, and her gaze playful as it locks on mine.

“Touch me,” she whispers, taking one of my hands, and placing it over her own breast. “Don’t be shy,” she says with a smirk. “You know what will feel good for me.”

I bite back another moan, squeezing at her command. She’s not wearing a bra, and I can feel the stiff peak of her nipples through the thin silk as I stroke and toy with them, acting on pure instinct, doing all the things I know make me ache.

Rose sighs in pleasure, pressing into my hands. “Don’t stop,” she whispers, kissing me again, her mouth consuming mine as Saint’s hands rove hungrily over my body, and his erection presses, hard against my ass. He drags Rose from my mouth, and kisses her too, as I wriggle back against him, grinding, lost in the rush of pure sensation, giving into the heady thrill.

What the hell is happening? I don’t even have words for it anymore. All I know, is I wantmore. Hands, and mouths, and searching, eager tongues, as we kiss, and caress, stroking each other into a frenzy.

Saint pulls back. “Strip her,” he orders Rose, who answers with a flirty smirk.

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