All Chapters of Rule Number One: My Brother's Best Friend : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I feel like I have the best kind of secret.It's the first time in months I've genuinely enjoyed being around my husband, excited by this thrilling secret we share. Ever since I mentioned the Weekend Club, an electrifying tension has sparked between us, reviving our connection. And while it's only been a few days, and I've been too busy with work and Donnie to get the ball rolling on the Weekend Club, even just the conversation seems to have created a new and delicious tension - sexual, this time - between us."Hey," Sean greets me with a lopsided grin, his eyes sparkling as I emerge to grab another cup of coffee. He presses me against the wall, burying his in my neck, and I laugh at the unexpected joy and eroticism it sparks in me."What's this about?" I ask, pushing him off me lightly."Just... thinking a lot," he replies, grinning. "About us. About you..."I check that the coast is clear of Donnie before murmuring back, "How about we take the official plunge tonight?"He responds b

It's a cool night, the sky darkening to a deep blue above. I sit at the table, anxiously fidgeting with my phone as I await Steffan's return from the bar with our drinks, a mix of excitement and nerves fluttering in my stomach.A few of the tables around us are filled with people, but for the most part, it's quiet. This place certainly lacked the allure of a high-class venue, yet it offered the anonymity I craved--a perfect disguise for what was to come. Which is exactly why I chose it.Discretion was the first thing on my mind, and I knew it would be the same for Sean, wherever he is right now. We chose places far from our usual haunts to keep this experience separate from the rest of our lives."We need to make sure we don't let anyone else find out about this," Sean warned me, once Steffan and I started making plans."What, or else the whole building is going to think they have a chance with us?" I laughed, teasingly."Not that," he replied. "Just... People will talk if they know w

As the sun rose the next morning, Sean returned home, but I had spent the night tossing and turning alone in our bed, wrestling with loneliness. After he kisses me on the forehead, he goes to the kitchen, where he hums as he makes some coffee. He hasn't hummed like that after a night with me in a long time.As he makes breakfast, I wait in the living room, mulling over everything that has happened. Donnie is with his grandparents for another day, so we have the place to ourselves. It's good; a chance to decompress and come back together after all that has happened. Honestly, I'm not sure how to wrap my head around the fact that we both went on dates with other people, and that Sean seems to have had a better time than I did.Yes, there's some jealousy there. Of course there is. It would be strange if there wasn't. I've been with this man for years, and knowing that he has been with someone else is... bizarre, to say the least. I wonder if I can still smell a little of her perfume on h

As soon as I saw the place, I started to relax. It is nothing close to the place Steffan brought me to - it has a real atmosphere, soft music, dim lights; a good first-date spot. A few couples are sitting around me right now, leaning in close, voices low, as though they are speaking to each other and each other alone...And then, I lift my head, and I see him. My breath catches in my throat. He is even more gorgeous than his pictures made him out to be. And I know, in this instant, that I am not going to be able to resist doing whatever this man asks me to.I rise to my feet to greet him, and Paulo leans down to plant a kiss on my cheek. He is a few inches taller than me, smells of expensive aftershave, and his face is smattered with distinguished-looking designer stubble. He takes a seat, his eyes lingering on me."You are more beautiful than I thought you would be," he says, and I feel my cheeks heat with both embarrassment at the underhanded compliment and also pleasure that he fin

The feeling of it being spread to him like this is so intense that it makes my head spin.. The control I have handed over to him has released me from the pressure I would normally feel doing something like this for the first time, and it doesn't take long until I am writhing against his mouth as his tongue laps at my swollen clit. It's like he's hungry for me, needy, and no part of me can deny him. I find myself grinding back against him, needing more, begging for more. I need everything that he can give me right now, nothing is going to be enough. My head is starting to cloud with the sheer intensity of the pleasure as he circles his tongue around my clit, one hand on my ass to hold me tight and steady. He pulls me back towards him, and I push my head into the soft hotel pillow, gritting my teeth as his tongue pushes just inside me. I need it to be his cock, but I will take anything that I can get, anything that he's willing to give me. "I want you to cum for me, slave," he orders