All her rules are about to change…
The Rule Maker
The Rule Breakers #2
Jennifer Blackwood
Releasing January 16th, 2017
Entangled Embrace
Ten
Steps to Surviving a New Job:
1. Don’t sleep with the client. It’ll get you fired. (Sounds easy enough.)
2. Don’t blink when new client turns out to be former one-night stand.
3. Don’t call same client a jerk for never texting you back.
1. Don’t sleep with the client. It’ll get you fired. (Sounds easy enough.)
2. Don’t blink when new client turns out to be former one-night stand.
3. Don’t call same client a jerk for never texting you back.
4. Don’t believe client when he says he really, really wanted to call.
5. Remember, the client is always right—so you can’t junk punch him when he
demands new design after new design.
6. Ignore accelerated heartbeat every time sexy client walks into room.
7. Definitely ignore client’s large hands. They just mean he wears big gloves.
8. Don’t let client’s charm wear you down. Be strong.
9. Whatever you do, don’t fall for the client. You’ll lose more than your
job—maybe even your heart.
10. If all else fails, see rule number one again.
You have read THE RULE BOOK, right?
“Please, Ryder.” Her hips bucked into me,
grinding against my erection.
“Patience, Flash.” I smiled down at her. “I
want to take my time with you.” I wanted to take her to the brink until she
pleaded my name. I wanted every inch of her to be seared into my brain. I’d
stripped her down to her underwear, and that alone was enough for me to come
undone.
My tongue trailed down her neck, and I
inhaled the sweet scent of lavender as I made my way toward her breast, taking
a nipple in my mouth. I ran my tongue in a circle and she arched into me,
letting out a tiny gasp. The noise went straight to my cock, and I throbbed for
her. I’d physically ached for her for months. I pressed my lips into the flat
of her palm. “You are mine.”
She nodded. “I’m yours.”
Her words obliterated my world. The trust
in her eyes, the way she looked at me like I was worth a damn—I’d hit the
jackpot. She writhed under my touch, pressed her body against mine, and the
urge to connect with her, to be in her, almost broke my resolve.
Sex came second nature to me. But every
move now was dedicated to earning Zoey’s maximum pleasure. I listened to her
breathing, watched every sudden dip in her stomach. Her expressive body was the
roadmap I’d travel until she begged me to be inside her.
I kissed along the freckles dotting her
chest, to the muscles in her arm, to her delicate pink fingertips. No surface
on Zoey’s body would go unexplored before we left this bed.
“Your mouth is so infuriating,” she whined,
shifting restlessly beneath me.
I chuckled. “Usually you only say that when
I’m talking.”
“Extenuating circumstances.” She raked a
hand through my hair, and I leaned into her touch. “I might die before we get
to the good part.”
“Such a whiner. I still have the left half
of your body to explore.”
My mouth was on her neck, kissing down the
flat of her stomach, to the curve of her hip.
“I’m not above retaliation when the time
comes,” she ground out, her words strained.
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