Rule's Property (The House of Rule 2)

His head almost blew off at the impact.

She held him tightly, and he slid a finger inside of her, and up, until he was touching her G-spot. He became selfish then, unable to stop himself, and he began to lick and rub her and manipulate her the way that was the most pleasurable for him . . . but as he continued the movements that were driving him crazy, he realized that the reason he loved it was because it was exactly what she liked the best.

And it worked, because she grasped his cock just that much tighter with a hold that told him she was just as desperate as he was. He growled low in his throat and let out what he was feeling, "Your mouth, baby. I want your mouth."

It didn't take two seconds. She took him inside her mouth and began sucking. His control snapped, and he pushed against her, stroking in and out of her mouth with his hips, barely aware that she kept her hand around the base of his cock to maintain some control over the situation. His teeth and tongue continued to worship her, taking from her, giving to her. Unable to stop it, with fire shooting down his spine and landing in a fury of uncontrollable need, he felt himself begin to come inside her mouth.

It was unbelievable, fantastic, but he wanted more. He had to feel her pleasure. He needed her coming with him, for him.

He moved his mouth and bit her clit, inserting two fingers into her snug channel, and as her moan rent the air, it was impossible for him not to know that she was coming with him.

****

Courtney sat up in a flurry of emotions and pulled herself away from Nick and then the sofa altogether. The position they'd been in . . . what they'd just done . . .what she'd just swallowed.

She grabbed her clothes from the floor and looked at him in disbelief. He was slowly coming to a sitting position as if what they'd done had been nothing out of the ordinary. His nonchalance wasn't calming to her at all. He was completely nude, his erection was still hard and glistening and he wore a slight, questioning look on his face.

Her emotions were in turmoil, jumping all over the place. So, they hadn't had intercourse. He'd given her that. But what they had done . . . how he'd slid opposite her and taken . . . Christ, she'd read about it in Cosmo, but hadn't really thought about ever doing it herself.

She still couldn't stay married to him. God, she wanted him though. Why hadn't she moved out of the penthouse yet? As she stood in indecision, she told herself to stop being stupid, just be happy with him, for God's sake. But she couldn't do it. Not yet. Looking down, she saw his rings on her finger and her control snapped. She covered her face with her hands and let out a loud, tortured sound of anguished frustration.

When she took her hands away from her face, he was still watching her, but a mask had come over his features, hiding his thoughts from her. She swallowed, shook her head, and then ripped the rings from her finger. She set them on the table next to her wine glass, and fled to her bedroom, locking the door behind her.

****

The next morning, Courtney was already gone from the penthouse when Nick walked from his suite. Although nothing was out of place that he could see, after last night, he had a bad feeling in his gut. He walked into her rooms, doing a double check, but she was definitely not there.

He refused to let his anxiety rise or to let his anger build. After he rode the elevator down, he strode directly to her office. She wasn't there. It was still too early for her secretary to be at work so Nick couldn't question the woman.

He turned and made his way to his own office, breathing deeply, his hands fisting at his sides as he tried to contain the turmoil raging through his veins. Standing before the large windows that overlooked the city, Nick barely contained the violent fury and fear that were screaming at him to put his fist through the glass.

He was only seconds away from losing it when he felt his phone vibrate. Taking a deep breath, he opened the text message.

Garrett needs me in Texas. I'm about to board a flight now.

Twin emotions grabbed Nick by the throat. One: he was going to murder his brother. Two: he didn't know exactly what the second emotion was, but it felt a hell of a lot like relief. Even though he detested it when Courtney travelled, traveling for the Rule Corporation was a hell of a better reason than running from him and what he'd seduced her into the night before.