Breaking All the Rules (Billionaire Romance) (The A List Series (Book 2))

by Rylan, Savannah

  Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he grabbed my hips with his hands and I let out a loud moan as he entered me all at once.

  “Fuck, Cora. You feel so damn good,” he growled. “So fuckin’ tight.”

  He moved his hips slowly in and out and I arched my back in response. He grabbed my left leg and pulled it up over his shoulder as he leaned his body over mine. The change in position allowed his cock to go in even deeper, until his balls slapped my ass.

  We both groaned as he sank down deep. I savored how full he made me feel, every nerve ending struck by his thick girth. I felt every inch of him inside me and I could not get enough of it. After what seemed like forever, he began to move, pulling out until just the tip was in and slamming back in. Slowly withdrawing, then ramming me once again. It was a delicious torture. My body started to shake as my next orgasm bubbled up, reaching its breaking point. Breccan moved his hips faster and desperate moans ripped through me each time he pumped inside me.

  “I’m so close, Breccan.” I panted. “So close.”

  His hand slid down my side, coming to a stop on my clit. He started to rub my swollen nub with precise torturous circles. My body erupted in response, my back arching as my toes curled, riding the delicious wave. He kept pumping through my orgasm, dragging it out for as long as he could.

  When I collapsed back on the bed, he pulled out. His hands landed on either side of me as he guided me up.

  “Get on your hands and knees.”

  I moved onto my knees and pushed my ass up in the air, anxious for him to take me from behind. He didn’t make me wait long, quickly grabbing my hips and thrusting into me once more.

  His hands knotted in my hair and he gently tugged back as he continued to pump in and out. I let out another moan as he hit my g-spot with each thrust.

  He moved his right hand from my hips as he reached up and lightly tugged on my nipple, twisting and pinching it, causing me to ache for more. He continued toying with my nipples as his other hand left my hair, and I suddenly heard a vibrating sound.

  My body tensed a little bit. What the hell is that? He started to chuckle behind me.

  “Don’t worry Cora, you will enjoy this.” He promised.

  I hissed when the small vibrator landed on my clit. Holy fuck. The sensation I felt from the combination of him thrusting and the vibration on my clit was amazing. It was like using my own vibrator at home, but one hundred times better. Every nerve ending was awakened and set on edge.

  A low moan roared out of my lips.

  “You like?” he asked.

  “So much, Breccan. Holy shit!” I bit my lip to hold back my orgasm but I knew it was no use. My body began to intensely shake.

  Breccan’s thrusts began to pound harder, his balls slapping my pussy as my cries for more echoed around the room.

  “Fuck, I’m going to cum,” he growled just as I was about to hit the peak. I let my body go and I fell into one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had. Breccan’s fingertips dug into the skin on my hips as he shot his hot seed inside me causing my body to tingle even more.

  Breccan collapsed on top of me breathing heavily before sliding out and turning me so I was snug in his arms, undoing the tie binding my eyes.

  I was exhausted. My body was deliciously sore and utterly spent. I hadn’t worked harder than that since the week my brother convinced me to join the gym. Worst ninety minutes of my life.

  “You. Are. Amazing,” Breccan whispered against my hair.

  “You were pretty amazing yourself there.” I nuzzled in a little deeper, closing my eyes as I savored the moment. It still felt so surreal to even be here, lying naked next to Breccan in his massive bed. This was not at all what I expected when I came to work this morning. Hell, if my brother Simon had known this was a possibility, I could pretty much guarantee he never would have suggested me for the job. He was as overprotective as they came. I chuckled aloud at the thought.

  “What’s funny?” Breccan asked, his finger lightly tracing my arm up and down.

  I shook my head. “Nothing really. I was just thinking, if Simon had ever imagined this scenario right here were even a vague possibility, there’s no way he would have recommended me for this job.”

  Breccan blew out a breath. “Shit. You’re right. He’s going to have my hide if he finds out. I know how protective he is of you.”

  “You have no idea. There was this one time in high school when he found me and a boyfriend out in the woods at a bonfire. We were just making out on a blanket. Simon came tearing in, practically throwing the guy in the fire. He’s always been that way.”

  “Guess, I’d better prepare for a good beat down then, huh?”

  I pushed up, kissing him on his chin. “Nah. I won’t let him go all Hulk on you. Don’t worry.” I idly played with my necklace, thinking. “What about you, Breccan? Do you

  have any overprotective siblings I need to watch out for?”

  He went back to stroking my arm. “Nope. Only child. It was just me, mom, and dad for most of my life.”

  I turned on my hip, using my elbow to prop myself up and rested my head in my hand. “Tell me about them.”

  Breccan tensed, squeezing his eyes shut before blowing out a breath, the tension leaving his body. “Sorry, I just don’t talk about my family much.”

  “Okay. You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

  “No, it’s not…” he fought for the words. “In this industry, it’s hard to trust anyone. People are out for themselves, willing to sell you out in a heartbeat if it pushes them forward. So… I don’t open up much. I don’t... trust easily.”

  I didn’t reply, wanting to let him work through it. I’d done some research on him, but Wikipedia and Google had surprisingly very little on Breccan’s past. Most of what I could find was very generic, like the name of his high school and the first acting role he’d gotten as a teenager in a soap commercial.

  “I’ve only ever let in a few people completely, Cora. Trust… it’s not something I come by closely. And after how Jude betrayed that trust, I…”

  My eyes widened hearing Jude’s name again. I’d blocked most of that horrible incident out, not letting the fear I felt that night control me. But, I needed to know more. “Can you… can you tell me about it?”

  After several moments, Breccan spoke softly. “Jude was the son of my father’s best friend. We grew up together even though he was two years older. He was like a cousin to me and we were very close as kids.

  “My dad was in the military. We moved around a lot when I was a kid, living everywhere from Germany to Japan. Mostly we were stationed along the east coast. But because we moved all the time, I had a hard time making and keeping friends, so Jude was one of the constants in my life. This was before Facebook or anything, so once you moved away, you pretty much lost touch with everyone you knew.

  “Jude followed in his dad’s footsteps and enlisted too. He moved up the ranks pretty quickly after being accepted into the Naval Flight School. Then, one day he called me out of the blue. He said he’d been dishonorably discharged, but swore it was a horrible misunderstanding. He swore up and down on everything.”

  I was almost afraid to know, but I had to ask. “What…what happened?”

  “I found out that another officer accused him of rape. He swore it was consensual, that they were dating and when he broke it off she grew infuriated and accused him just to get back at him. Now… now I know that wasn’t true.”

  I sat up a little. “You can’t blame yourself for that. He obviously was a master manipulator.”

  Breccan nodded. “I know. But if anything happened to you because I took his word over the Navy…”

  I placed a soft kiss on his lips. “Nothing did. You made sure of that.” I needed to change the subject. “So you grew up a Navy brat? Is your dad retired now? Where did he end up?”

  After several moments, Breccan spoke softly. “When I was fourteen, my dad was on a deployment in the Middle Eas
t. It was classified, I didn’t even know where he was until years later. Anyways, apparently he and two other guys went to the marketplace and a suicide bomber came up to them. They never stood a chance to fire back.”

  My heart ached for him. I squeezed him a little tighter.

  “So then it was just my mom and I… and she… wasn’t well.” He cleared his throat, trying to maintain his composure. “So that’s it. My mom was an only child too and my dad has one sister, who now lives in South Carolina I think. Moving around so much, we’ve never been close.”

  I wanted to ask more, like how his mother was now. I knew how difficult it was for him just opening up that much, so I stayed quiet, just holding him a little tighter, laying tender kisses along his skin.

  My eyes fluttered shut and I began to drift to sleep, tucked snuggly into Breccan’s side, my face on his chest. “Sleep, beautiful Cora,” Breccan whispered, kissing my temple. The sound of his heartbeat lulled me deeper into sleep, more sated and relaxed than I’d ever been.

  Chapter FIVE

  Cora

  I rolled over, stretching as the morning light cascaded through the sheer curtains. When I turned, searching the space next to me for Breccan, it was empty.

  I frowned. “Please don’t let that have been a dream like last time,” I mumbled. But I knew it couldn’t have been. I was naked in his bed and deliciously sore. Unless I did some crazy sleep walking—and sleep humping—it was real.

  I looked around the room, not quite sure what to do next. I’d never been in this situation before. Was I supposed to get up and leave? Or just start work? All of a sudden, I was really uncomfortable. I pulled the sheet around me and slid out of the massive bed. I tiptoed around the room and headed into the bathroom. After relieving my bladder, I continued my search into the office and kitchen. I didn’t find Breccan, but I did find a note next to the coffee maker.

  Cora,

  I hated leaving this morning, but there was something that demanded my attention. I won’t be long.

  Until then,

  Breccan

  I read the short note again before folding it and setting it back on the counter. I sighed, not really sure what to do next. I wanted to shower, but didn’t have any clean clothes here. And I still hadn’t replaced my gym clothes that I let his last skank borrow over a month ago. Deciding my best bet was heading home to shower and change. I padded back into the bedroom and discarded the sheet. Slipping my jeans and tee shirt back on and leaving my dirty panties in my pocket (because—ew.).

  I drove home and quickly showered, ignoring the blatant sex noises of my neighbor Cassidy and her boytoy of the week; who was apparently Ace this time around, based on her screaming. I brushed my hair, weaving a quick French braid before heading to my closet to find something to wear. I scanned through everything I owned twice before deciding on a simple cornflower blue sundress and a pair of brown gladiator sandals. After applying a quick bit of makeup, I glanced at myself in the mirror and smiled. Not too shabby for getting ready in under a half hour.

  Getting back in my car, I headed back to Breccan’s hoping he would be there. I was nervous and excited, wondering if he’d kiss me like he did yesterday. God, I hope he kissed me like he did yesterday.

  As I pulled into my designated spot, I frowned seeing the empty driveway. Using my key, I entered Breccan’s house and slipped out of my shoes, wondering what to do next. Deciding to fill my time with work, I pulled out my tablet and took a seat at the dining room table, getting lost in returning emails and updating Breccan’s crazy calendar.

  I had just hit send on an email from a studio exec when I heard the front door open. I set the tablet down and pushed my chair back, excited to see Breccan.

  “Hey! Breccan! I’ve been—”

  I halted in my tracks when I saw he wasn’t alone. Standing beside him, clutching the inside of his forearm, was Miranda Deveraux—two time Emmy award winning actress, America’s sweetheart, and Breccan’s ex-girlfriend.

  I stood there, just staring and not at all understanding what was going on. Breccan cleared his throat, the situation now awkward, and I snapped out of it. “Oh, I’m sorry. I, um, didn’t realize you weren’t alone.”

  Breccan rubbed his eyebrow, a gesture I often noticed he did when nervous. “Yeah, Cora I’d like you to meet—”

  “I know who she is,” I cut him off.

  A smirk hit Miranda’s lips. “I see my reputation precedes me.” She extended her hand, fingers down as if I was supposed to kiss it like she was the queen or something. I suppressed the urge to gag and nodded in her direction.

  Seeing I wasn’t going to take her hand, she pulled it back, placing it on Breccan’s bicep territorially. “And you must be… Breccan’s housekeeper?”

  The overwhelming desire to slap her bubbled up inside me. I swallowed it down and tried to smile. “Personal Assistant.”

  “Ahh, well, tomayto, tomahto. Here,” she threw her purse at me. “Could you take this and be a dear and bring me some Perrier! Thanks.”

  She turned back to Breccan, not seeing the smoke that surely must have been exploding from my head. That bitch!

  Breccan never corrected her, never said anything to either of us. I stared at him, hoping he’d explain what the hell was going on, but he remained stoic, not giving away anything.

  “Now, what were we discussing, Breccs? Ahh, yes, dinner plans for tonight. I was thinking Cecconi’s. They have the best lobster ravioli and I’ve been craving it all week. And I know how you love their soft shelled crabs.” She led Breccan away into the living room, not even bothering to remove her strappy sandals as she tracked dirt and God knew what else onto his Persian rugs.

  I tossed her Dior bag haphazardly onto the table as I returned to the kitchen. What the fuck was going on? I was so totally lost. A few hours ago, Breccan was worshiping my body, telling me how amazing and beautiful I was. How much he’d been dying to do those things. And today, he could barely look in my direction. Did he regret it? Did he think it was a horrible mistake?

  The thought was like a punch to the gut, leaving tears stinging my eyes. No, before I freaked out acting like a hormonal girl, I would wait and talk to him. Maybe he just didn’t want to discuss anything in front of Miranda. But why in the world was she here in the first place? I knew his schedule inside and out, and he had no upcoming projects or appearances with her. I grabbed a bottle of Perrier from the fridge and headed back into the living room, hoping to get a second alone with Breccan to find out.

  Miranda was practically sitting on top of Breccan when I came in the room, her leg swung over his as she giggled like a twelve year old on her first date. “Oh my God, Breccs, you’re so right. It is exactly like that. Why didn’t I ever think of that before?”

  Probably because you were too busy trying to ride him like a pony, I grumbled to myself as I slammed the bottle down on the table. “There ya go,” I bit out. “Breccan, can I have a word with you?”

  Breccan nodded, but didn’t meet my eyes, focusing instead on Miranda’s hand on his thigh. “Yes, I think that would be a good idea.”

  Breccan began to stand, but Miranda’s hand only tightened her grip. She whispered something in his ear, but I couldn’t hear most of it, only making out “remember” and “agreement.” Anger flashed in his eyes as his jaw clenched, but only for a second before returning to indifferent once again. He cleared his throat and turned back to me. “Give me a few minutes to finish up here, okay? I’ll meet you in the office. Wait for me there.”

  I tried to read his expression, but he was completely closed off, so I turned to leave when Miranda called out. She batted her fake eyelashes at me, smiling through her obvious veneers.

  “Um.. sorry, dear, I didn’t catch your name.”

  “Cora.”

  “Yes, of course, Cara. Were you able to make that reservation for tonight?”

  My fingernails dug into my palms. “No, not yet. I’ll do that now.”

  “Smashing!” She turne
d back to Breccan. “So I was thinking about the premiere…”

  I didn’t stay to listen to anything else, not sure if I could stomach hearing her voice for another second. I didn’t know if it was plain ole’ jealousy or that she treated me like I was so far beneath her that made me hate her more. But I did. I don’t care what America thought of her, I instantly knew she was a conniving bitch.

  Almost twenty minutes later, Breccan finally walked into the office, still not meeting my eyes and closed the door behind him. He blew out a slow breath, then turned back to me. His eyes gave nothing away, no remorse, no sympathy for the way she treated me. Nothing.