Breaking All the Rules by Abi Walters Read Free Book Online

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                  Tyler stared at the two for a hot beat before turning and disappearing into the crowd. Mia slipped out of the hold Benson had on her and turned to look at him, not prepared for what stared back. For as good as the man looked in a suit, he looked absolutely tantalizing in his black tee that curved around the straining muscles in his neck and pulled tight on the muscles of his arm that she didn’t even know existed and relaxed jeans. The dark watch added to his assertion of power, even in a setting where he was wildly out of place. She licked her lips as her gaze drifted back up to his face. Benson returned the hungry gaze with a cocky grin.
                  “I called and reserved one of the V.I.P tables for us,” He announced after a moment, his hand attaching to the small of her back.
                  Mia loved the feel of his hand against her as he directed her through the crowd. The pair received stares from men and women alike, some puzzled looks and some laced with envy. Mia was sure Benson was shooting possessive stares at everyone in their path. It was comforting. She’d never been with anyone who exerted so much dominance over her. She had sought it out in partners, enjoying bringing out their deepest darkest fantasies as they had her bound in the bedroom, but they’d never carried it out into the real world. None had cleared paths for her with a possessive glance. In fact, when she was with Aaron, he had tried to lend her to his friends on the week days. He cast no more than a glance over his shoulder as his dirty friends attempted to lure her into their beds.
                  “You’re lost again, precious,” Benson said, his voice showing concern as they slid into the booth and nestled into the farthest corner. “Don’t leave me so soon.”
                  Mia took a long sip of her drink and set it on the table, “It’s been a weird afternoon.”
                  “Oh?” Benson questioned lightly as his arm snaked around her shoulder, bringing her tight against his body. His fingertips were poison. “Let me make your worries disappear, Mia.”
                  “Hold on,” She grinned with excitement as Colin Andrews, Burnside’s vocalist, slid onto the stage like it was second nature. His long blonde hair was tied back into a knot and an oversized flannel hung off his body. With one hand firmly grasping a guitar and the other on the microphone, Colin exuded pure rock appeal. That magnetic force is what drew Mia to the band in the first place. Working in the PR department at Monarch Records, she didn’t have much say (if any) in signing bands, but when she saw the band in a tiny venue deep inside the heart of New York while they were touring, she knew they had the magic ‘IT’ factor.
                  “Don’t look at him like that,” Benson growled in her ear, his voice silk despite the roar of the band around them.
                  “Like what?” She mused, her eyes not leaving the stage as the group played their first song.
                  Benson’s strong hand grazed her jaw and directed her eyes to his face, pulled tight with jealousy, “Like you want to fuck him. You haven’t fucked him, have you, Mia?”
                  “Business and pleasure,” She reminded him with a cool smile.
                  An employee dipped by, dropping off a tall glass full of Jack and Coke. Benson took a drink, and Mia’s eyes watched in amazement as his neck bobbed with a swallow. She wondered how he made her attracted to the simplest things. The man took a drink and she started to get wet. What would she do the next time he touched her?
                  She’d soon find out. Benson’s hand moved from her shoulder to her lap. When he rested it on her and felt the heat rising from her throbbing sex, he inhaled sharply, his cock