Page 83 of Unwritten Rules

Pinching my clit between my thumb and forefinger, I squeeze lightly, and my hips buck as I allow myself to be washed away.

“I’m coming. Oh, fuck.”

My eyes squeeze shut even more tightly when my body begins to vibrate. Wave upon wave in an ocean of sensation builds within my pussy, flowing through my whole being as the tide pulls me under, safely buoyed within the confines of this man’s strong embrace.

A feeling like nothing I’ve ever experienced before fills me – nothing about this moment feels pretend or like a roleplay. This feels right.

And as the tsunami recedes, I am filled with the need to see him in this moment of vulnerability – this moment of honesty, because I know now, as surely as I know my own name, that Nathaniel Hawthorne has feelings for me. That this is not just lust – this is so much more.

That if he were to take the plunge into unknown waters with me, we’d both see the other safely to shore.

My eyes flutter open, taking a moment to focus on his handsome face. His eyes are shut tight as his movements stiffen and still, a deep-seated groan erupting from his chest.

His hips jerk against my ass, pulsating rhythmically.

Did he just come?

We’re breathing heavily and in sync when a tremble wracks his body, and his eyelashes twitch, threatening to open. I slam my lids closed, wanting to hold on to this moment of his hard-won capitulation for as long as I can.

The only sound that cuts through the air around us is our joint laboured breathing and my pulse thundering in my ears.

Closing the gap between us, Nate drops a chaste peck on my parted lips, and my heart constricts as I squeeze my eyes shut tighter to stop the sudden sting of tears that threaten behind my lids.

That kiss felt too much like goodbye. Like he’s going to run again.

He rests his forehead against mine and opens his mouth to speak. “Hell—”

His voice breaks when he tries to get my nickname past his lips. He swallows and clears his throat, rolling his head back and forth across mine – the temptation to open my eyes almost too great.

“Mila, I’m sorry—”

“Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. Thought you weren’t into the side shows upstairs these days, Hawthorne.”

Nate drops my skirt and spins around to face a tall masked man, hiding me entirely with his sheer size. The newcomer’s voice sounds familiar, though I’m not in the right head space to pinpoint it right now.

And the realisation that if I recognise the voice, then he will recognise me. Of course, if that’s the case, my brothers will inevitably get wind of my little adventure to their secret sex club, which cannot happen!

Nate reaches behind to rest his hands on me, keeping me in place as he addresses the guest. “What are you doing—”

I don’t want to be discovered just as much as I don’t want to have the inevitable “it’s not you, it’s me” conversation that Nate is undoubtedly about to lay on me.

So, using this mysterious man’s appearance as my queue, I slip around Nate and past the unknown entity, keeping my head down to dash straight to the exit.

“Hellcat!”

Nate’s voice follows me, spurring me to run faster, and soon, I’m flying down the corridor, through the Voyeurism Chamber and past the still maxed-out reception, out into the welcoming anonymity of the darkness beyond.

I run until my feet hit the tarmac, and I realise I’ve left the confines of Valentine’s entirely, making my way out onto some unknown road. And somehow, I lost my phone in the fray.

Shit, shit, shit! What are you doing, you idiot? Are you insane?

A lump forms in my throat at that.

“This is insanity.”

“Then I want to be insane with you.”

As a fresh influx of tears threatens my eyes once more, headlights appear behind me, and the hair stands on the back of my neck.