Page 55 of Break My Rules

“The rebel heir,” she repeats, grinning. “That’s what they call you around here.”

“No,” I groan. “Are you serious?”

“Oh yes,” she purrs. “And I’m not going to let you hear the end of it.”

“I’ll just have to find a way to shut you up,” I murmur, claiming her lips in a long, slow kiss.

God, I love the way she blossoms under my touch. Tessa’s lips part, inviting, and her body seems to melt against me, practically begging to be touched. So I do. Running my hands over her curves, squeezing and caressing where I know it’ll make her moan. I palm the ripe swell of her breasts, feeling her gasp against my mouth as I tease at the nub of her nipples, already stiff in my hands.

Fuck, this woman is incredible. Already, my blood is running hot in my veins, craving the tight clench of her pussy; demanding I draw moans of pleasure from her sweet, pliant mouth.

“Saint…” she whispers, when I finally release her lips.

“I thought I told you to use your words,” I scold her playfully, already hitching her skirt higher, running my hands up the inside of her thighs. “Saint, yes? Saint, more? Saint… Fuck me now?”

“All of the above,” she whispers, as my fingers find her pussy slick, so fucking wet for me.

“Even with the door open?” I ask, and her eyes flicker over to where it stands, a few inches ajar.

“Especiallywith the door open,” she whispers, and fuck, the flash of excitement in her eyes undoes me, every time.

I circle her swollen clit, and then sink one finger inside her tight heat, watching her eyes glaze.

“Christ, you’re so ready for me.” I bite back a groan, kissing her again instead. This time, I slide my tongue deep, wanting to own her mouth, to taste and devour every inch. Tessa throws an arm around my neck, pulling me down to deepen the kiss, hot and hard, as her body bucks against my hand.

“You want some more, baby?” I tease, flexing my finger inside her.

She makes a noise of frustration. “You know I do.”

“Then ask nicely…” I nip her earlobe, and Tessa shivers.

“Please?”

“Even nicer…” I withdraw my finger and circle her clit again, making her whine in frustration. God, I love driving her crazy like this. Making her need me, making the pleasure that much sweeter. It’s a rush like no other, the power to make her beg.

But tonight, Tessa isn’t in the begging mood. She grips my collar, and levels me with a determined gaze. “Give it to me,” she demands boldly, cheeks flushed. Fucking perfect. “Fill me up, Saint. Make me come my brains out right here on your father’s desk, so every time you’re in here, every time he summons you for a lecture, you’ll picture me spread and moaning for you.”

Ohfuck.

I thrust two fingers into her slick cunt and watch her back arch. “Saint—” she starts to cry, but I muffle her, slamming my other hand over her mouth. Her eyes widen in surprise, but I can feel from the sudden clench of her pussy that she’s loving the gag, so I muffle her mouth tighter with one hand as I add a third finger below, stretching her as I start to pump.

“Not a word, baby,” I order her sternly, nipping on her ear. “You wanted it, remember? Now take it. Clench that pussy real tight for me… That’s right. That’s my good girl.”

She whimpers around my hand, eyes rolling back as I flex and thrust inside, and fuck, it’s the hottest thing to watch her like this. The way her body trembles and tenses; the way her cunt grips me like a fucking vise as her climax rises.

“There you go,” I growl in satisfaction, feeling it take her over. First her legs shake, then her sobs turn desperate, and her body writhes, almost like she’s trying to escape the onslaught of pleasure. But I don’t release her, I don’t let her go—I flex my fingers deeper, grinding my palm against the swollen ridge of her clit until she can’t hold it back anymore.

Tessa climaxes with a muffled cry, falling back on the desk to shake and moan, my fingers still buried in her clenching pussy, coaxing her through the orgasm until she’s spent and gasping amongst the paperwork and files.

Dammit, she’s right. There’s no way I’ll ever step foot in this office without getting hard, picturing the sight of her like this. Sprawled and glowing with pleasure.

A fucking goddess.

Slowly, I withdraw my fingers and lick them clean. Delicious. Tessa looks up at me, somehow blushing bashfully, even though she just demanded I finger-fuck her into oblivion. “Hi,” she says breathlessly, and I smile, so gone for this woman, even a single word from her makes my heart swell.

My heart, and other things.

“Hello, there.” I gently stroke hair from her forehead. “Doing alright, darling?”

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