Against the Rules

by Ella Goode

  Chapter 13

  Finn

  “Let me get this straight. You’re hiring me to make your secretary jealous in hopes that she’ll make a move on you because you’re not allowed to as her boss, but I can’t touch you and I can’t do anything that I wouldn’t want to see a girl do with my man.”

  I fiddle with the cuff link on my black shirt before answering, “You’ve got it. You okay with that?” Rydell’s idea had merit but I didn’t want to turn Lucky off, either. There’s two ways to do takeovers. The first and easiest method is with a hammer. You go in and destroy everything—or everyone—that stands in your way. The second way is through finesse. The latter takes longer but you end up with a better long tail to your investment because you have fewer enemies and people that want to stab you in the back. You can only do the first one so many times before you can’t sleep at night because you have to keep one eye open. Obviously, this situation calls for careful handling or Lucky will take one look at me, decide I’m trash and not worth her while.

  The hired escort Rydell sent over nods. “Are you kidding? Easiest five grand I’ve ever made.” My driver appears on her side and opens the door. Celine unfolds her body and climbs out of the car, waiting until I join her. The outline of our bodies is reflected in the dark glass door of the club. She’s model thin and model tall. With her four-inch stilettos, she comes right to my chin.

  “We look like a good couple,” she observes.

  Not in my mind. She looks wrong standing next to me. It should be Lucky who comes up to my shoulder, who is far curvier. And we wouldn’t be standing here but instead, back at my office with her smashed against the window with her legs spread and my cock ramming into her juicy cunt. Soon, though. That’s going to be a reality, soon.

  “After you.” I gesture. Celine picked this club out. It’s exclusive and filled with celebrities which means there will be at least one person inside taking pictures for their social media page. All I need is one picture which I can loudly talk about to the administrative staff in the morning. It’ll take ten minutes tops and Celine will go home with a fat check and my green monster plans will be in motion. By the end of the day, Lucky will be in my town car heading to my home where she can place her mark all over my body.

  Inside, the club is dark and moody. “This doesn’t look like a good picture taking place.” I glower at the woman. Was she setting me up? Did she believe this was an actual date?

  “Be patient.”

  After I pay the exorbitant entrance fee, a thick-necked, square-headed muscle man shows us to a private staircase. Celine heads up immediately. The top of the stairs gives way to a large room with brighter lights and fewer people. A row of clubgoers huddle together in the corner and take a photo. The bright light of the flash momentarily illuminates a familiar face at a table nearby. Lucky.

  I turn to the woman beside me. “You’re a genius, Celine.” I grab her by the elbow and drag her toward Lucky. Halfway across the room, I stop. Lucky isn’t here with a bunch of other women. She’s here with a man. It’s the guy from the lunchroom—Kevin something. He’s leaning toward her and his shoulder is almost brushing hers. A wave of red washes across my eyes, blurring my vision. I blink to clear the view, but the fucking scene remains the same. My woman is sitting in a nightclub with another man.

  The hired model forgotten, I charge the remaining distance. “What the hell is going on here?”

  “M-M-Mr. O’Hare,” stammers Kevin. “I didn’t realize you were a member here.”

  “I’m not,” I snarl. I grab Lucky’s wrist and pull her to her feet. “And neither is she.”

  I’m done with rules and manuals and laws. I don’t care about win-win situations. Lucky is mine and no one—not Kevin from the lunchroom, not Monica from HR, not anyone—is going to keep her from me. Fuck all of them. I throw Lucky over my shoulder and shove my way past the partiers, the picture takers, and the smirking date for hire. A couple of bouncers try to get in my way, but I’m not having it. I might have punched one. I definitely shoved a couple, including one that was coming up the stairs.

  “What are you doing?” cries Lucky. “Are you all right?” she asks the bouncer, not caring at all about my bruised knuckles.

  “He’s fine,” I grunt. I fish a business card out of my pocket and throw it at the dazed man. “Call my office tomorrow for compensation.”

  At the base of the stairs, the muscle man who showed us up to the private lounge stretches his arms out to block my exit. “Sir, I need you to put the woman down.”

  I hitch Lucky up a bit higher and then tighten my grip around her thighs.

  “Feel free to call the police but I’m leaving with my girl. You can either step aside or take a boot in your chest.”

  The man hesitates for a second and then moves. I hand him another card. “Call my office with a bill for the damages.” Outside, a taxi pulls up. I practically drag the occupants out, drop Lucky into the backseat and throw several hundreds at the driver. “Park and Sixty-second,” I bark.

  The cab driver doesn’t hesitate and the taxi’s wheels squeal as he pulls away from the curb, leaving behind angry bouncers, a confused couple, and the rest of the unimportant world. I turn to Lucky, who hasn’t said a word.

  “Questions?”

  “Many,” she replies.

  I stretch out my legs as far as the backseat of this cab allows and fold my arms across my chest. I’ve got all the time in the world now that she’s here with me. “Shoot.”

  “Is Park and Sixty-second your home?”

  “Yup.”

  “Why are you taking me there?”

  “Because it’s where you belong.”

  Chapter 14

  Lucia

  I keep my arms folded over my chest because I’m not sure what else to do. He’s actively kidnapping me and I’m not even mad about it. In fact, I’m the complete opposite. I was right about him being crazy. Yet, that doesn’t dull my attraction to him.

  “What about your date?” I tilt my chin up. I try not to show my anger or jealousy. I’m not sure that I’m doing a good job hiding it. “You just left her.”

  “Who?” He looks confused.

  “Your date!” I shout this time. Oops. How can he forget the woman he was with only minutes ago? Is this what I have to look forward to? That thought sours my mood even further.

  “Oh. The escort. She’ll be fine. I already paid her.”

  “Let me out of this car.” I reach for the door handle. Finn grabs me, doing the complete opposite of what I asked. Instead he pulls me into his lap. I go willingly. I don’t know what it is about this man that makes me crazy. One second I’m mad at him and then he touches me and nothing else matters.

  “The car is moving. You’ll hurt yourself.”

  “I wasn't going to jump out. I was going to throw you out.” I try to wiggle out of his lap, but I get nowhere. “Let me go.”

  “No.” I gape at him. “Are you mad I was on a date?” He looks almost smug about it.

  “I was enjoying my date until you ruined it.” His fingers on my hips dig into them more. My nipples tighten at the jealous look on his face. I feel myself grow wet. This is not the reaction I’m supposed to be having. I’m mad at him. He was out with a hooker. I wonder if that’s all he dates. The way he spoke to me that first night makes me think it is. He’s probably used to buying what he wants and not having to deal with anything real.

  “You’re not going out with Kevin. I’ll fire him.”

  “You can’t fire anyone,” I point out, remembering the hire and fire process from when he did my orientation.

  “I’ll pay him to quit. Everyone has a price.”

  “You think that because all you date are hookers.”

  “I don’t date hookers.”

  I roll my eyes. My bad—he just sleeps with them. “You thought I was a hooker that night we met, didn't you? That’s why you talked to me that way. It all makes sense now.”

  “No, if you were a hook
er that would have made things a lot easier.”

  I lift my hand to smack him again, but he catches it, his hands wrapping around my wrist. He gives me a little pull and I fall more on top of him, my breasts pushing into his chest.

  His eyes drop to my mouth. I lick my lips. “Don’t even think about it,” I warn, but it doesn’t have any conviction behind it.

  “It would be worth a smack.” I fight a smile. You’re mad at him, I try to remind myself. He went out with a hooker after he’s been trying to hit on me. Or whatever it is he’s trying to do with me. I’m not even sure at this point. I lick my lips again, my eyes dropping to his.

  “Finn.” I breathe his name.

  “I would say I’m sorry for what I’m about to do but I’m not.” His mouth comes down onto mine before I can respond. My fingers dig into his shirt. I should be pushing him away, but I only hold on tighter to him. I even part my lips for him, letting his tongue slide into my mouth.

  I rock against him, feeling his cock pressed into me right where I need it. I should stop, I really should, but his mouth feels too good. His hands tangle into my hair as he tilts my head so he can kiss me deeper. He takes full control of the kiss. I don’t stop rocking against him. My whole body is buzzing with need and I’m so close.

  “Not here.” He breaks the kiss, leaving me breathless.

  “Finn.” I can hear the desperation in my own voice. The need is almost unbearable. He leans in, kissing me gently one more time before his fingers reach up to grab a piece of my hair.

  “I’ll give you everything you need as soon as we get home, Lucky. But I can’t have anyone else but me hear you come.” My cheeks pinken when I realize what I was doing in the backseat of this taxi.

  I slip off his lap back into my own seat. My anger starts to come back. When I’m too close to him I forget my train of thought.

  “Why would you go out with a hooker when you’ve been saying you wanted to wife me?”

  “I was trying to get your attention.” I turn my head to glare at him. “I think it worked. Why else would you show up to where I was with my date? I put it on the calendar.”

  “Stop calling her your date,” I grit out. Yikes. I had no idea I was the jealous type.

  “It really wasn't a date, if we’re getting technical. I hired her to do a job. It worked.” He smiles. I keep on glaring at him. It did. I can’t even dispute that.

  “Still. It doesn’t excuse the fact that you know how to get hookers.” I turn, looking out the window.

  “Rydell handled it for me. He said I was nuts but that it would work.”

  I turn, smacking his chest. “It didn't work.”

  He doesn't say anything, but I can tell he’s fighting a smile. His one dimple is on full display.

  “It will never happen again. I’m sorry. I didn't mean to make you so mad.” He takes my hand in his. I don’t push him away, but I don’t exactly grab hold of his either.

  “Don’t date other people while you're trying to get in my pants.” I look back out the window because what I just said is absolutely ridiculous. I sound like I’m a crazy person.

  “So you’re going to marry me then.” It must be contagious because now he sounds as though he’s the crazy one.

  “No, you’re crazy.”

  The car falls silent until we pull up to his place. He pays the cab and then helps me out. I don’t fight him as he leads me into his place. I might not marry him, but I could make out with him a little more.

  What could that really hurt?

  Chapter 15

  Finn

  Is this what it felt like to be a caveman returning to base camp with the body of your enemy draped over your back? Not that Lucky is my enemy, but I feel energized. The first company I took over was the one that put my dad out of business. He was a small-time parts dealer who spent years building up a network of contacts only to have those same people sell him out for a few extra coins. I targeted that venture capitalist, found the weakness, exploited it and swept the rug out from under their feet. It was an amazing feeling but nothing like this. Every part of me is alive and jubilant. I have my woman. I am back in my cave. Hear me roar.

  “This is Lucky, Timothy. Lucky, my man Timothy.” I introduce the two as I usher Lucky inside the house. “Anything you want, he can get.”

  “Sir.” Timothy nods as if bringing a woman home at odd hours of the night is a normal activity. It’s not. No other woman has been inside this home. I even have a male cleaning crew.

  Lucky gives him a small, embarrassed wave. “Hi.”

  “You hungry or thirsty?”

  “No.”

  She barely looks around at my place. It’s a switch from the way she was practically riding my dick in the back of the taxi. Above her head, I give Timothy the signal to scram and he melts away into the shadows. Lucky doesn’t immediately relax.

  “Nervous?” I dip my lips to an interesting hollow in her neck. “Don’t be.” I nudge the pink fabric along her collarbone aside and run my tongue along the ridge. She sags against my back. My fingers find a zipper pull under her arm. I draw it down slowly.

  She presses a hand against her side, stopping my progress. “Wait. Not here.”

  I’d forgotten we were in the entryway. When I’m with her, I can’t think straight. I scoop her into my arms and charge for the stairs. A small yelp escapes from her lips and her arms fly up to clasp around my neck. In no time, we’re in my bedroom. I attack her dress immediately.

  “Wait a sec.” She scoots back from my touch.

  “What?” I’m confused. “We’re alone now.”

  “I know, but I’m just making out with you, so I can keep my clothes on.”

  My brow furrows. “What’s the point?” I want to touch every part of her, particularly the parts covered by that delectable pink fabric that clings to her curves.

  “The point is—“ She huffs and then starts to scramble back away from me. “The point is that we’re just kissing and when we’re in the office, we pretend like nothing’s going on between us.”

  Would I promise to kill the president if it meant I could get in her pants? Likely.

  “No problem.” I grab her and pull her back to me. “Just kissing.”

  I cup the back of her head and capture her mouth again. If kissing is all she wants to do, I’m happy. My cock is throbbing like a sore tooth but the rest of me is happy. Lucky is here on my bed. Her tongue is in my mouth. Her small hands are roving over my back and down my muscled arms.

  I groan and bend her head back farther so I can delve deeper. I want to taste all of her; I want to know all of her.

  It’s hard to keep my hands to her head. I want to kiss my way down her neck and suck on those delicious tits. The scent of her arousal makes my balls tighten. If I could taste her sweet cunt, I’d die a satisfied man, so I’m not at all unhappy when I feel her hands creep down my chest to pull at my shirt.

  I help her, tugging at the material until it’s free from the waistband of my pants. I tear open the buttons to give her free access. She takes it.

  Her hands skate over my abs, up my pecs and then down again. They’re fairy touches—barely there and yet I feel each caress down to my toes. My cock is so hard it’s ready to bust through the zipper.

  Her hands brush over the waistband of my pants. Fuck. I might not be able to touch her, but I can touch myself.

  I unzip and draw out my heavy cock. She gasps against my mouth. “Wh-hat are you doing?”

  “The rules don’t say I can’t handle myself.” I jerk on my erection. “Look at how hard I am for you.” I open my palm and my cock twitches under her inspection. Her shiny lips fall open. I bring my hand up to her mouth. “Lick it.”

  As if she’s in a trance, she does what I say. Her tongue darts out and flicks against my palm. My knees grow watery. “More,” I growl.

  She applies herself and it’s one of the most erotic things I’ve ever experienced. Hand wet, I cup myself again and begin to stroke. “When
you’re ready it can be your hand or your mouth or your pussy. It’d be so good in your cunt, baby.” I gather her long tresses in my hand and tug her head back slightly. I want to see her gorgeous face. Her eyes are wide and her cheeks are flushed. She is riveted on my cock, which is engorged with blood.

  “I know you haven’t had a man between your legs before so I’d go easy on you. I’d take it easy, work my big cock inside slow. It’d take effort because you’re small, but I’d open you.”

  Her mouth opens wider and a shuddery breath sweeps through her frame. “Are you thinking about what it would be like to have me in your mouth? I’d fill you up, baby. I’d fucking fill you up.”

  The image, my own words, the look of rapt interest on her face makes it impossible for me to hold back my orgasm. Hot white fluid jets out of the tip, spilling onto my fist and stomach. Her eyes grow saucer-wide and when her hand reaches toward me, time stops.

  Chapter 16

  Lucia

  I shift to my knees, wrapping my hand around his cock. My whole body is buzzing with need. But more than anything, I want to touch him. He said I did this to him. That I made him hard with need. That made me feel powerful. Sexy even. A feeling that only he can seem to bring out in me. I want more of whatever this is between us.

  He lets out a loud groan as I start to stroke him the same way he stroked himself. I should stop. I know I shouldn't be doing this at all. But the urge to pleasure him has me quickening my movements.

  “Am I doing it right?” I move in closer to him.

  “Everything you do is right.” I look up at him. His eyes meet mine. “God, you’re breathtaking.” My stomach tightens. No one has ever called me that. I am always considered to be the cute friend. The girl next door. Never the sexy seductress that he is making me out to be.