Breaking All the Rules by Abi Walters Page B

pressed against the stainless steel, her body lurching up and down with each thrust of his cock. He swallowed a frustrated groan. The visions of her in an elevator, her in bed, just her had haunted him for days. He hoped fucking her would alleviate her presence in his mind. A little part of him desperately hoped it didn’t.
                  “Next time you have your driver follow me home, make sure he offers me a ride. I’m tired of the subway,” She teased, her hand hard in his.
                  He looked at her with wry amusement, “Noted.”
                  He couldn’t tell you what her apartment looked like, just that she had a large four poster bed that screamed their names. It was a throne, and she was his Queen. Benson swept Mia up in his arms, pulling a gasp and the slightest giggle from her mouth. Even the slightest murmur of her amusement brought him joy. He set her on the edge of the bed, her legs dangling over the footboard as she propped herself up. She licked her lips.
                  “My, my, Mr. Ward, you are a strong man.”
                  “And you are a temptress,” He growled as he tossed her shoes aside. He undressed her quickly, not wanting to linger too long and get lost in her body before they’d even begun. After removing each article of clothing, he left a patch of tiny kisses in his wake. Mia moaned and shuttered at the gestures, her body on fire with passion. It was the first time he saw her completely unclothed. In his office he’d marveled at the way her hips curved and slid into milky white thighs that framed her sex, wearing a few days’ worth of stubble. He’d felt the luscious meat of her toned ass. In the limo, the touch of her stomach and taste of her gracious breast drove him mad. But now, sprawled out on her bed in her natural element, Mia was a picturesque display of desire.
                  When he removed her final garment, her bra, he cast a look that exuded pure sex. Mia knew if he looked at her too long, she’d orgasm from his eyes alone. His teeth were ice on her skin as he rumbled into her ear a promise, “I know that your fantasy is to be tied to the bed, but for fuck’s sake, I need to feel you wrapped around me. Next time, precious, it’ll be just the way you dreamed about.”
                  “I dream of you any way I can have you,” Her voice was so strained it didn’t sound her own.
                  The admission unleashed something primal, something possessive and downright sexy in Benson. She loved the sound of his moans, rough, yet sweet like honey. He lifted off of her and stood, taking off his clothing slowly as Mia watched with bated breath. He was in a hurry, but he wanted to watch her look at his body as he did hers. It was something she was extremely thankful for. For days she had wondered what lie beneath Benson Ward’s expensive three piece suits. She finally had her answer, and it was better than she ever could have expected.
                  Benson was wide and toned. His body didn’t reflect a professional athlete’s, but it definitely didn’t seem like should belong on a billionaire businessman. His shoulders rippled with each movement causing the thick muscles in his arms to flex. His stomach wasn’t completely defined, to Mia’s happiness, but instead bore two deep lines that led down below his pants. A faint line of dark, curly hairs lie perfectly between the two lines, trailing down from his belly button. He paused for a moment, delighted by her reaction, before unzipping his pants and dropping them and his boxer-briefs in the process, easing out of them with expertise.
                  Mia drank him in. Standing before her was the most perfect man in existence. His dark hair was tussled, even more so as he raked his long fingers through them for the tenth time. He gazed at her with eyes so blue, so reflective; she