Tempting the Law by Alexa Riley Page A

an ache in me that I’ve never felt before, but somehow I manage not to cum on myself, instead concentrating on giving her the best orgasm of her life. I want to be the best she’s ever had, and I’m going to prove that to her. Make it so she craves me like I crave her.
    I sweetly pet her pussy as she comes down from her peak, and I place soft kisses up her neck and to her lips.
    When she’s completely wrung out, I take my hand away from her heat and bring my fingers to my mouth, tasting her pussy. The flavor hits my lips, and I can’t help but close my eyes and moan, savoring the flavor of her.
    When I open them again, she’s staring at me, a blush on her cheeks.
    “Fucking delicious,” I say, leaning in and kissing her so that she can taste it for herself. I want to rip her panties off her body and plant my face between her thick thighs, eating up what’s left of her orgasm.
    Pulling away, I look down at her soft green eyes and stroke her cheek. “My God, you are beautiful.”
    “What are we doing?” She smiles up at me, touching my face just as gently as we hold one another.
    “Falling in love.”

Chapter Nine

Cali
    H oly fuck , holy fuck, holy fuck . I feel like I’ve fallen down the rabbit hole and I don’t want to look back. I want to chase him and get lost in this man.
    I sit in a very formal dining room as I wait for Flynn to come back. It was adorable how he didn’t want to leave my side when some woman named Sally wanted to talk to him in private. She seemed to find it equally amusing. I had to promise that my ass wouldn’t move from this chair as she half-dragged him out of the room by his arm. It was almost like he thought I might up and disappear.
    I’m not going anywhere. I don’t know what’s happening here between us, but I know it’s something. I want it, and I’m jumping in head first. My heart almost leapt out of my chest when Flynn said we were falling in love. It’s crazy. I’ve only known this man for hours. But another part of me knows he’s right. It’s the only way to explain these feelings I’m having.
    Just as crazy is this house I’m in. I don’t think you could even call it a house. It’s way up in the Hollywood Hills where only the elite live. I’ve been in rich homes before for photo shoots and parties for new campaigns. But those houses were nothing like this one. Those houses were rich, owned by actors or directors. This is a house of wealth . A person who cuts the checks for actors and directors. A person who really pulls the strings.
    Flynn pulled me from the car before I could really get a good look, swooping me up in his arms like I weighed nothing and carrying me into the house. I tried to protest that I could walk, but he said he was worried my heels would catch on the stone driveway. I couldn’t help but giggle at that. I hadn’t learned to walk yesterday, and I lived in heels. There wasn’t a thing I couldn’t do in them, except maybe run. And I don’t run.
    He’d carried me through the house straight into the dining room where he deposited me in this very chair, then started going at my mouth again like he was starved for me. Like he hadn’t just kissed me minutes before in the back of his car. It seemed like his hunger for me was growing, and that hunger made me feel like some kind of goddess. It was empowering and intoxicating. It was like he lived and breathed for me.
    I should probably think that’s crazy, too, but I found myself wanting to see how deep that hunger ran. Then when Sally cleared her throat, pulling us from the kiss fog we’d fallen under, Flynn actually growled at having to pull away from the kiss. The sound traveled through my body and straight to my core. Sally also seemed to be amused by that as well. After introducing herself, she pulled Flynn from the room.
    I look at the table, seeing it has dishes laid out with silver domes over each one. I wonder if a butler will come in and remove the lid like they do in those