“I’m going to come,” he mumbled. “I’m going to come, Kat,” he repeated, but I didn’t pull away. He had licked my orgasm off his fingers, and I was going to do the same. I locked my lips around his girth. His vein throbbed under my tongue, and his warm velvet liquid poured down my throat as he pulled out.
“Oh fuck.” He grunted.
He withdrew, and I pumped him, letting his final spurts shoot into my mouth as I swallowed his semen. He dropped to his knees in front of me, and his mouth claimed mine. I parted my lips and let his tongue invade my mouth. He bit my lower lip before pulling away.
“I can taste myself on your tongue,” he muttered.
His lips met mine again, and I whimpered as his tongue twirled around in my mouth. I lifted up on my knees and pushed my pelvis into his groin, where I could feel his semi-hard cock pressing against my body. Cole pulled away from my lips and lightly bit my chin, his teeth gliding against my skin. I angled my head to the side and exposed my neck. My hands wrapped around his head and gripped his hair as he placed wet kisses down my neck and across my collarbone. His fingers tugged on the collar of my shirt, exposing my shoulder, and Cole kissed it softly before biting down.
“Fuck!” I moaned.
“Mine,” he replied, retracing the path he had left with his kisses. “Even if it’s just for one night.” He kissed the spot he’d bitten on my chin and pulled away, his eyes burning with desire. “Are you still up for this?”
My tongue slid across my swollen upper lip. “Yeah.” I nodded.
Rising from the floor in his bedroom, Cole reached out for my hand. Once I locked my hand in his, I knew I was headed toward the most mind-blowing sexual night of my life.
“Stand up,” he ordered.
I sprang to my feet and met his gaze. Instantly, my body tingled with desire. He pulled me forward, making me fall right into his arms. His hungry mouth covered mine, and one hand entwined in my hair as the other squeezed my ass.
My hands trailed up his body. Wrapping them around his neck, I deepened our kiss. His tongue danced with mine while the oxygen escaped our lungs. He tugged me toward him, only stopping when the backs of his legs hit the bed. Separating our conjoined lips, he rested both hands on my face, looking deep into my eyes.
“I want you, Katherine, all of you. I want to bury myself deep inside of you . . . with no condom. I don’t have unprotected sex . . . but with you . . .” He seemed to stumble over his words for a moment, but I thought I knew what he was saying. Before I could respond, he moved on, confident again. “Tell me it’s okay for us not to use protection. Tell me I can bury myself deep inside of you, even if it’s just for tonight. Tell me I can claim you as mine.” His hands pushed my hair back then palmed my face. “I always use protection, but I want to feel you, all of you. I want you to remember this night for the rest of your life.”
My core throbbed, my nipples hardened, and my breasts were heavy. With the last bit of oxygen I had left, I responded, “I’m clean. I’m on the pill. Take me, Cole. Claim me. I’m all yours.”
He didn’t speak, and the air grew still. As soon as the words left my mouth, he went from demanding to sweet. My body had no objection.
With his hands on my face, his eyes became tender. He kissed me ferociously, his eagerness seeping into my body before he softened the kiss and pulled away. He kissed my lips, the side of my mouth, my cheek, then worked his way to my ear, nipping on my lobe before kissing down my jaw to my throat. Sliding down my body, he kissed my shoulder and chest before he dropped to his knees. Every kiss was delicate, every touch made me feel as if this was more than a three am booty call.
I kicked off my pumps, dropping three inches for him, and his hands reached up and slid down my skirt. Only my thong remained. Cole’s eyes shone up at me as he ran his hands up and down my legs. In his eyes, I saw everything he wasn’t saying, everything I knew would be the end of me. They spoke of promises that this could turn into more. That maybe, just this once, I was worth more to a man. I ran my hands through his disheveled hair before cupping his cheeks. Cole looked like the savior I’d been looking for all my life.
His freshly shaved skin pressed against my palm. He turned his face and placed a soft, wet kiss on my skin there. He put his hands on my hips and lifted my shirt as he slowly rose and kissed a path up my body. My shirt was tossed to the side, along with his. I stood in front of him in nothing but a bra and panties, and his naked body glistened in the light and shadow from Manhattan below. I chewed my lower lip as I waited for his touch.
Cole moved a tendril of hair from my face. The small brush of his skin against mine was electric, and my body melted for him yet again. His strong arms pulled me forward, turning me so that my back pressed against his chest. Moving my hair off my shoulder, he kissed my neck, biting and sucking as he guided us toward the bed. Every move was smooth, almost affectionate, and seemed strategically planned. He kissed away the ugly scars that lived on my soul.
When my knees hit the mattress, Cole kissed the back of my head before urging me forward. I crawled on top of the bed, moisture pooling in my core as I prayed for his touch.
His hands dug deep into my thighs as he pulled me to the edge of the bed. He squatted and rubbed both palms against my butt cheeks. His lips massaged their way from one cheek to the other while his hands held firmly on to me. My heart beat erratically and hummed when his fingernails grazed my skin. My cheek lay flush against his soft duvet comforter as I lifted my ass higher for him. His nose pressed on my crack as he kissed my core over my panties. He pulled away, and I sensed him stand. A rush of air entered my lungs as I anticipated his next move, his next touch. There wasn’t a thing I wouldn’t let him do to me. He owned me. I was his. Never had sex felt this way before. Never had I felt so alive and so in control.
His hands rested along my hips for a few moments before he lowered the tiny fabric of my thong. I lifted each knee for him, and as his hands spread my moistened lips, a soft moan escaped. I pushed back against his hands, silently begging him. He moved his hand up to my other opening, and his thumb lightly pressed there before he continued up my spine. His mouth followed, trailing a wet path. His hands wrapped around me, cupping my breasts, and my nipples hardened as he pinched them. His hands sought my hips and tugged, lifting me toward him so we were both kneeling on his bed. His lips found my neck as his hands strayed from my hips. I arched my back, pushing both my breasts and my swollen clit into his wandering palms.
His teeth bit down on my earlobe before he whispered, “I plan to be buried deep inside of you all night.”
The anticipation was killing me.
Cole pulled my face toward him and his perfectly defined lips pressed against mine, his stiff erection pulsing against my lower back. Breaking the kiss, I pushed back on his cock, and his hand pulled away from me to position his tip at my opening. My wet core slid against his head, and my body opened for him, his thickness filling me. His fingertips gripped my skin, and his lips pressed on my neck as he pushed farther into me. Cole nudged my head down to the bed, then kissed the upper part of my back as he opened me wider, each thrust bringing me closer to a climax.
“You feel . . .” he moaned. “Fuck, Kat.”
I whimpered in pure ecstasy. Cole’s engorged cock pushed deep into me as his nails scraped down my back. My release was approaching, and between his grunts and his strong hands wrapped around my hips, I knew he was close too.
“Fuck . . .” he moaned.
I arched my back, resting my head and chest on the mattress. Reaching behind me, I laid my hands on his thighs, needing to hold on to him as I prepared for my imminent release. Cole let go of my hips and wrapped his hands around my wrists, thrusting even deeper.
I was close.
Oh, so close.
My toes curled as tingles crawled over my skin. Loud, untamed gasps and the slap of his balls against my flesh were the only sounds that could be heard. My inner walls tightened, and I held my breath, holding in my release, s
avoring every heady moment.
“Give it to me,” Cole grunted, shoving deeper, harder, and faster. “Come for me, Katherine. Come for me.”
At his request, I exhaled loudly, and my world shattered into a million pieces. My body shook as he pounded inside of me. I clenched around his thickness, and variations of his name left my mouth as I came apart beneath him.
He let go of my wrists and held my waist, driving deeper inside of me, finding his own peak. My hand reached beneath me, and I rubbed my clit, letting the first spurt of his release bring me into a second orgasm. Not as loud as the first, but powerful enough to make me squirm under him.
My body was lifeless under his.
My heart was hammering.
My eyes were closed.
I was numb with bliss.
After a few minutes, Cole pulled out and rolled me over. He lay half over my body, kissing my stomach as he traced the side of my rib cage. My skin burned when I knew he was looking up at me, attempting to see if I was still awake. I could only imagine how disheveled my hair was.
The night wasn’t at all what I expected it to be. Leaving Shakes earlier, I would have never imagined I’d be sobering up on Cole’s goose down comforter, legs tangled around his naked body. I attempted to control the giggles that formed in my belly as my stomach shook under him.
“Something funny?” he questioned, poking my sides with his fingers.
I peeked one eye open and smiled at him before I shook my head.
Crawling up my body, he kissed under my breast. “Tell me.”
My legs wrapped around his waist as he knelt on the bed, my sex exposed to him, his semen still deep inside me.
“If I remember correctly, love, you came twice for me,” he said, pressing his thumb on my clit and fish-hooking my G-spot. The sudden touch to my tender core made my nipples perk. He watched as I moaned and came undone by his hands. “Greedy little one.” He pushed his two fingers up. “What’s so funny, Katherine?”
I reveled in the way he controlled me, my body instantly awakened by his caress. “When I called you . . .” His thumb slid up and down my clit. “If you keep doing that, I’ll come again before finishing my story.”
Pulling his fingers out of me, he licked each one before he put both hands in the air. Cole gave me a devilish grin and winked at me. I shook my head at him. “When I told you that I was downstairs, I thought we would have more of a quick and dirty kind of sex. Not the attentive, caressing man I just had.” I giggled again.
“Are you disappointed?” He laid his arms on top of my knees, and the tip of his semi-hard cock nudged my clit.
“No, I’m not at all disappointed. Just not what I thought, that’s all.”
His hand reached for my breast, and he pinched my nipple firmly. “Who said the night is over? You said one night.” He nodded his head to the window. “The sun’s still not up, doll.”
I felt my heart knock against my chest. Blushing because he had this control over me, my skin ignited.
“Don’t get shy now. Our night has just begun.” Cole pushed off the bed and winked. His hand coiled around his cock, and he stroked it again. Without a doubt, this was just the beginning.
* * *
When we finished the second go-round, I was exhausted. My limbs felt heavy, and I was sated. “I should get going,” I said, unable to move from his bed. Forcing my body up, I looked around the room for my clothes.
Cole pulled me down and wrapped his arms around me. Pulling the comforter over us, he whispered, “Sleep with me, Kat.”
“But—”
“It’s past four in the morning. I’m not letting you go home now. Go to bed.” He kissed the back of my head, securing me under his arm.
I relished the last few hours I had with him. One night wasn’t enough to get rid of what I felt for him. A lifetime wouldn't be enough. As I closed my eyes, I knew I’d have to keep far away from Cole Hunter Rhodes from now on.
Not only would he destroy my career, but he would also destroy my heart.
14
Cole
I lay on my side, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath she took. She had turned in her sleep to face me, her hands tucked under her cheek, her blushed skin flawless against the white sheets. Unable to sleep, I watched her as the sun rose, lighting her skin even more. Her scent was mesmerizing. It was my newfound weakness. She was my newfound weakness, unlike any woman I ever had—tough, guarded, and a sexy vixen.
As I admired the first woman to ever sleep in my bedroom, I remembered the night I just had. Her phone call had startled me. I was lying on the couch, watching ESPN sports highlights, when her name appeared on my screen. At first, I thought it had to be an accident, but when it rang more than once, I answered it. The shouting about getting fucked and subsequent screaming had worried me, and I’d had no idea how to find her or where she was. Once she was standing outside the elevator, eyes glassed and biting her lower lip, I could see in her eyes that she wanted the same thing I did.
Fuck, did I want her. But for only one night?
Dragging her out of the elevator, I realized I wouldn’t last one pump unless she sucked me off. But when she dropped to her knees without batting her eyes, taking me deep and swallowing without hesitation as I came—fuck. I knew then that one night wouldn’t be enough. The way her mouth molded perfectly around my cock . . . her bare skin . . . those eyes . . .
Fuck.
Women were disposable, and I never got attached, but there was something about her, something that could potentially cloud my judgment. I had to convince her that this should be more than a one-time thing. She needed to be mine, even if it was only for a short period of time. Mine.
Her golden hair tangled over the pillow and splayed around her like the sun rising over Manhattan. Unable to keep my hands to myself any longer, I traced my name along her soft skin. Stretching her arms above her head, she slowly opened her eyes. Her emerald-green irises greeted me, and I couldn’t pull my eyes away. She smiled before turning over onto her stomach, hiding her perfectly plump breasts. The top sheet barely covered her round ass.
She buried her face in the pillow and inhaled deeply before peeking one eye out at me. The side of her face moved as she smirked. Then, shaking her head, she buried her face again. Her innocence during the day drove me mad. Hours prior I was buried deep inside of her, fucking her pussy like there was no tomorrow, but now she was acting shy with a girlish grin plastered on her face. She had been open, raw, and exposed for me. Her eyes had devoured me with each lick I placed on her, but now they showed her coyness.
“’Morning,” I said, moving her hair off her face.
“Hi,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.
“Are you hungover? How did you sleep?” I asked as I doodled my name down her back.
“Really good, actually. And surprisingly, no hangover. What time is it?” She looked around for a clock.
“It’s early. Go back to bed.” I kissed her shoulder.
“I should get going,” she said but made no move to rise.
“Just a little bit longer.” I pulled her closer to me. I wasn’t ready to let her go. I secured her close to my body. “Don’t leave yet.”
Turning toward me, she laid her head on my chest and wrapped her arms around my torso. Holding her felt great. It felt like . . .
Like I was fucking screwed.
I woke up later that morning to an empty bed, the sheets cold on the side she’d slept on. Inhaling her lingering scent, I picked up the note that was left on the nightstand by her side.
Cole,
Sorry I left without waking you. Thank you for last night. x
Kat
I threw off the sheets. A couple hours at the gym would make her a faint memory.
* * *
The trees below bloomed throughout New York City, and Central Park was crowded with people anxious to get out on a gorgeous spring day.
I sat in my office chair, turned so that I was facing t
he New York skyline. It had been five days since I had Katherine under me. Her golden hair wrapped around my fingers was now only an image in my mind. I looked down at the palm of my hand, remembering what it felt like to hold her, to have her skin soft under me and her core clamped around my cock.
What the fuck? Am I getting hard just thinking about her?
The intercom beeped, distracting me from my thoughts. “Mr. Rhodes, you have a Sammie here to see you,” Melissa’s voice said.
Swiveling my chair around, I held down the button. “Send her in.” Since hitting the gym was not helping me forget Katherine, maybe a different woman would. Best way to get over one woman was to get another one under you.
I watched through the glass as Sammie walked down the hallway, her skintight dress pushing her tits higher than where the doctor had placed them. Not that I was complaining—if it all worked out, my cock would be sliding between those silicone jugs by the end of the day.
“Cole, baby, I’m so glad you called,” she said as she entered my office.
I stood, meeting her halfway, and laid my hand on her lower back. “Thanks for coming,” I said, giving her a swift kiss on the cheek.
“Anything for you, baby. You know that. I was scared I did something wrong when you disappeared at the gala,” she said, taking a seat. Her squeaky voice annoyed the fuck out of me.
I perched on the edge of my desk, looking down at her. “I had some business to attend to,” I lied. “I asked you here, so I could apologize for that and maybe make it up to you.” I extended my hand and rubbed my thumb over her small, firm lips. They were nothing compared to Katherine’s, but they’d soon be wrapped around my cock, helping me escape the mind fuck that Katherine had become.
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