Page 130 of Unwritten Rules

Alex is going back to Manhattan. Peach insists on getting the stupid fucker settled. I’m glad he’s pissing off. Might get my wife back now.

As Phillippe pulls into the driveway, I can’t help chuckling at that. Alex and Liv have a very full-on friendship. If it was any other man besides his kid brother, you can bet your ass that Henry DeMarco would have a serious issue with it.

ME

I’ll swing by next week, DeMarco. Need to talk.

Silencing my phone, I pocket it and slip out of the car. It’s done now. We’ll talk to him before he leaves. Mila will fucking kill me for instigating it, but it needs to happen sooner rather than later.

“Goodnight, sir.”

I wave at Phillippe as he pulls the car around the back of the house toward the garage before mounting the steps to my childhood home.

Before I can get two feet inside the door, I’m met by a tiny whirlwind who wraps her full body around mine, engulfing me in her slight form.

“Christ, Hellcat. I’d leave more often if I could be guaranteed this kind of greeting upon my return.”

I chuckle against her dark head as her arms tighten around my waist.

“Hellcat?” I palm her biceps, trying to disentangle myself, when her body tenses. “What’s wrong, Mila?”

She inhales deeply before allowing me to gently push her back so that I can look at her beautiful face.

The smile on her face is dazzlingly bright when she palms the nape of my neck, tugging me down to smash her lips to mine.

I frown into the kiss, grasping her upper arms to push her back. “What—”

With a strength that belies her petite form, she pulls me firmly against her, thrusting her tongue into my mouth, allowing her signature vanilla taste to explode across my taste buds.

My dick is instantly at attention. I drop my briefcase to the floor with a loud thud that reverberates through the silence of the dark foyer as I reach my hands beneath Mila’s ass cheeks to lift her firmly into my hold.

She wraps her legs around my body, locking her heels at the base of my spine to fit herself snugly against my already-throbbing cock.

Our tongues spar for long minutes, the kiss increasing in intensity as time passes. There’s almost an edge of desperation in her kiss, but I’m so consumed by it that I don’t give it more than a passing thought.

She rips her mouth from mine, panting heavily as her eyes find mine in the almost darkness.

“Fuck me, Nathaniel. I need you to fuck me now.” She runs the tip of her tongue across my lips, making my cock leak into my damn pants. “Fuck me like you hate me.”

“Hellcat, I—”

She clamps her hand over my mouth, stopping me from questioning what has brought about this sudden change in her.

Arching a brow in unmistakable challenge, she taunts me. “I’m sure I could find a more than willing participant over at the Roleplay Room.”

Talk about knowing exactly what buttons to push!

Minx.

Ripping her hand from my face, I hiss, “Your fucking wish, Hellcat.”

I march for the stairs, taking the steps two at a time with Mila tight against my chest, entering my room in record time.

Before we’ve made it further than the door, Mila crushes her lips to mine, devouring me with that desperation from earlier once more.

I answer her with a desperation all of my own. My tongue stabs her mouth, warring with hers for dominance as she feeds me moan upon moan of desire, each little sound spurring me on harder.

Placing her ass on the console table in the entryway to my suite, I step back to unzip my dress pants and allow my thick length to spring free from the confines, seeking a softer, wetter, warmer home within Mila’s body.