Page 47 of Break My Rules

“How does she feel, baby? Do you want some more?”

Memories of Saint’s low, commanding growl make my blood spark, and when I recall the way Rose’s soft tongue whispered over my body and nudged against my core…

My cheeks flush, heated in the cool autumn air. It’s a good thing I chose a sidewalk table outside the coffee shop this morning, because I’m just about burning up remembering the wild, sexy adventures we had last night.

Saint certainly delivered on his promise. Wild and sexy fun? Try a mind-blowing sensual adventure that still makes my pulse race just thinking about it.

I take a gulp of coffee, and try to focus on my essay assignment, half-finished on my laptop screen, but I can’t help slipping into daydreams, replaying every moment of our wild night at the club. The shocking rush, when I first felt her unfamiliar hands stroking over my naked body… The intensity of the pleasure they both drew from me, my senses overwhelmed to the point of ecstasy… Andoh,the thrill of reckless abandon that took me over, consuming me, making me bold.

Making me beg for more.

God, I’ve never felt anything like it. And not just because of Rose, either. Somehow, Saint knows all the secret desires I’ve dreamed about exploring; all the filthy, illicit fantasies I’ve never even whispered out loud. He sees the hunger that’s burning deep inside me – and goes right ahead and stokes the fire.

There’s no shame, no judgment with him, just a total acceptance. I’ve never felt this safe with a man – even as he pins me to the bed and fucks me senseless.

It’s an intoxicating combination.

My phone buzzes, and I check the message, smiling when I see it’s a text from Saint. He only dropped me at the café an hour ago, before heading to the Ashford Pharma offices nearby. But clearly, he’s still thinking about last night, too.

‘They’re trying to tell me about Q2 projections, and all I can think about is the way your pussy clenched when she sucked your nipples.’

My blush deepens, and I feel a rush of desire.

‘Are you hard?’I text back, surprised by my boldness.

‘I am now.’

‘Good. Because I’m wet for you.’

‘Fuck, baby… Don’t torment me.’

‘This is nothing,’I text back with a smirk.‘I’m about to go lock myself in the ladies’ restroom, and get myself off thinking about your cock in my mouth…’

The text bubble appears, and then disappears, and then appears again.

I grin wider, just picturing Saint stuck in a boring meeting, trying to conceal his lust. Finally, his answer appears.

‘You’ll pay for that later.’

I feel another delicious shiver. I can’t wait.

I tuck my phone—and thoughts of Saint’s punishment—away and try to focus on my essay, but the themes of anti-establishment rebellion in the eighteenth century can’t compare to the question still haunting me.

Max or Hugh? Which of them is the man Wren remembers?

I’m still no closer to discovering if Max has an alibi, and the block of time X-ed out in Hugh’s schedule that weekend is still concerning me. My patience is already wearing thin. I need to know what he was up to. I’ve been running internet searches on both men for more information, but there’s nothing I can really use to judge their guilt one way or another. They both have a ton of information and public appearances posted online, mainly VIP parties and playboy antics for Max, and more serious philanthropic events for Hugh, but that’s just PR: the version of themselves they show the world.

I need to know who they are when the cameras and crowds aren’t around.

I scroll idly through some photos from a polo tournament over the summer, when both Max and Hugh were in attendance. Then I spot another familiar face in the frame with them: Imogen.

I perk up, wondering if she could know more about them.Fromwhat I’ve seen, Saint’s cousin knows everybody and everything, and since she’s a professional event planner, maybe she has an idea about what kept Hugh out of commission that whole weekend.

I pull out my phone again, and shoot her a quick text, inviting her to lunch.

‘Sorry,’ she replies right away. ‘Setting up for the big Ashford event Friday.’

I pause. Saint hasn’t mentioned anything about an event, and now that he’s working there full-time, I’m curious to learn more about the company.

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