“Take me,” I pant, flopping my hands wide on the bed. I’m boneless, my brain cells scrambled but good, and he could fuck me like a speed demon right now and I wouldn’t care.
That’s not Cole’s style, though. He grins at me, all feral animal, and ever so slowly slides his hands under my hips and flips me over.
Like I’m a fucking pancake. Except…yup. I pretty much am.
This works too. Not sure it’s my best angle, but he likes my butt.
“I told you,” he whispers in my ear as he looms beside me, his erection pulsing heavy against my hip. “I need you, and not for a quick fuck. I don’t want to just take you. I need you writhing beneath me. I need you digging your heels in my ass, fucking back at me as I sink balls deep into your hot, wet, delicious pussy.”
“Okay,” I breathe, not entirely sure how that’s going to happen because boneless.
“We’ve got all night,” he says, laughing under his breath at me.
I smile despite myself. “You don’t need to sleep?”
“An hour or two, maybe. If I get my fill of you.” He kisses my shoulder, then sinks his teeth gently into the fleshy part of my back as he trails his hand down my spine, his fingertips the only point of barely-touching contact on my skin. Smoothing his palm over my ass, he lifts his torso up as if by magic—or impressive abs, because he has those in an eight-pack—and keeps stroking down my legs, raising a trail of goosebumps in his wake. My pussy clenches at the promise of more. “I love how soft you are here,” he says, curving his fingers to the extra-fleshy part at the top of my generally heavy thighs. “Spread.”
One word, and I instantly comply. But instead of thrusting his fingers inside me, or teasing my sensitive, still nerve-twitchy flesh, he just cups my pussy in his big hand and lifts my pelvis into the air. I scramble onto my knees, keeping my cheek pressed against the bed.
He settles behind me, those hands spread across my butt. I wish I had some lube. I wish I was the type of girl to look over my shoulder and say, “Hey, I’ve got lube in the top drawer of my dresser. Feel free to fuck me in the ass.”
But I’m not that girl. I’m not a prude, not anymore, but I don’t have lube on demand and my sex talk is going to need a few practice rounds before I’m tossing out the backdoor invite with ease. So instead, I wiggle my butt.
And Cole laughs.
This I can do.
“That was fun,” I whisper, loud enough that he can hear me, but quiet enough that my voice doesn’t waver and crack.
He sucks in a breath. “You have no idea how much I want to do more to you, Hailey.”
“Tell me.” I close my eyes and arch my bottom into his touch.
Instead of detailing all the depraved acts on his mind, he drags the head of his erection through my wetness, my swollen labia parting for him as he presses into me, just an inch. Just enough to stretch me around his girth and make me want more. “This, for one thing.” He strokes in and out, shallow thrusts that have me arching for more. “And this.” Deeper now. Harder. “I want to tie you up. Cuff your hands behind your back so I can hold on to them as I fuck you like this.”
“What else?” I pant the question, eager for more.
“Everything. I want you to ride my lap as I pull your hair and suck on those pretty pink nipples.”
I groan at that image, and Cole pulls me up onto my hands, then higher, so I’m unsteadily on my knees, but he’s got me, one of his forearms banded around my torso beneath my aching breasts. He drives his cock up and into me, this angle sharper and more intense than before. And his other hand is twisting in my hair.
Pulling.
I whimper, and he nips at my earlobe. “Sweet Hailey likes to be fucked hard, doesn’t she?”
I nod. I do. “By you. Only you.”
“Because you’re mine.”
My breath hitches in my throat. “Yes.”
“I like to play games with you. It’s unbelievably sexy because you are sexy. But don’t use games to put distance between us, beautiful.”
“No….” He’s literally inside me. The distancing will come later. By him. Not me. I’m just trying to hang on to my hat.
He grunts in my ear. “Too late. Time for the good girl to get her punishment.”
Oh. I try—fail—to suppress a grin, because that sounds awesome.
“It’s hardly punishment if you enjoy it,” he growls, pinching my nipple at the same time.
I lean into his hand, making him cup my entire breast, as much as he can hold. Inside me, he’s still moving, slow drags in and out of my slick pussy that make it hard to think. “I don’t think there’s anything you could do that I wouldn’t like,” I sigh, rolling my head back against his shoulder. His grip tightens on me and he flexes his cock deep inside me, reminding me just how full he makes me.
How empty I am when we’re not doing this. So there is a way he can hurt me.
“Don’t leave me again for weeks,” I whisper, and I try to turn my face to look at him, but he jerks me forward, tumbling us both onto the bed. He slips out of me as we fall, his cock slapping the inside of my thigh with a wet, taunting whack. I growl at him, and he wraps his hand around my jaw, his thumb playing at my bottom lip.
“I’m no good for you,” he mutters. “I don’t want you to know how I deal with murderers and perverts.”
“I can guess.” I shove up onto all fours, presenting myself to him. Demanding he keep fucking me.
“Don’t.” He lazily slaps my ass as he finds my entrance again and thrusts deeply. Leaning over me he grabs my hair again. “Stay innocent of all that, Hailey. I’ll give you as much of this—” He slams his hips into mine. “As much of this as you want. As often as I can. But out there? Pretend you don’t know me. Go to work and be a good girl, for real. I love that about you.”
Oh my God. He’s moving over me, into me, faster now, and the thick crown of his cock is hitting a spot inside me that is obliterating all higher function, but Cole Parker just used the L-word in the same breath as saying he doesn’t want anything to do with me in daylight hours, and I’m mad and happy and turned on and it’s not fair.
Nothing about this is fair.
Including how fast I’m rocketing toward an orgasm.
Cole’s hand slides down my sweat-slicked back to grab my hip, his other hand drifting up and down my neck, between my jaw and my collarbone, before he settles it heavily where my neck meets my shoulder.
And then the talking is over. Cole’s pounding into me, holding me in place as he pistons his hips at an unbelievable pace that drives me into the stratosphere. My hands slip on the sheet as he drives me up the bed toward the headboard, the only sounds in the room now grunts and slaps and moans.
Feelings take over as I fragment into parts. Inside, he’s stretching and filling me, rubbing exactly the right spot that makes my eyes roll back in my head and the most unholy noises rip from my mouth—oh yes, right there, I think, or maybe I say it, I can’t be sure. I’m definitely saying things, babbling and moaning for more because I’m aching and it’s right there. So close.
I hear myself, from a distance, as that narrowing sensation returns and I’m just nerve endings and sound.
Holy shit, I’m loud, I think abstractly as Cole launches me into a spectacular, blinding orgasm.
Above me, he’s swearing as he jerks hard against me, filling me up with his come.
Oh, that’s going to be so messy.
He pulls out and rolls me onto my side, and I slide one hand between my legs—to hold it in. To just hold it, the tiny bit of Cole that I get.
He disappears for a second and comes back with a washcloth from my bathroom and cleans me up, finishing with an open mouthed kiss to my pussy that makes me want to climb on top of him and do it all over again, but it’s so late, and he’s climbing into bed next to me.
Sleep sounds just as good as sex right now. And if he’s still here when I wake up, that’ll be even better.
—ten—
C
ole
My phone chirps at five thirty in the morning. It’s still dark outside, but Hailey’s not in bed.
How the hell did she get up without me realizing?
I leap out of bed before I hear her clinking dishes quietly in the kitchen. Since I’m up, I make the best of it and go find her.
She squeaks as I wrap my arms around her from behind.
“Good morning.” Her voice is warm, her body soft and relaxed as I kiss her neck, but something is off.
I bring my lips to her ear. “It’s the middle of the night.”
“I figured that was your morning and decided to make coffee.”
“Why are you up?”
She shakes her head and doesn’t look at me. “Just couldn’t sleep.”
“You conked out quickly last night.”
“You mean three hours ago, after you ravished me?”
I laugh against her. “Ravish? I think I fucked your brains out.”
“Yeah. That. It was good.”
I brush my lips against that spot behind her ear. “Better than good.”
She nods. “Much better.”
“So?”
A shrug. I don’t like shrugs. “So nothing. Here. Coffee.”
She hands me a cup over her shoulder, full of my favorite black liquid, and I sip it. “Nice. Come back to bed.”
“No, I want to be awake when you leave this time.”
“I’ll be back.” I take a deep breath. “Maybe not for a few days. A new case has come up at work and I don’t know what’s going to happen exactly. If I disappear, that’s why.” I take another deep breath, realizing that no matter what Wilson finds, I need to make contact with the FBI closest to Lively. Find out what they know and where they might be at on an investigation. Please let there be an open case. “Might need to go to Miami. But soon.”
She pours herself a cup and slowly turns in my arms. She’s wearing that tank top and those tiny shorts I found her in last night, and they’re hot. Everything about her is hot. Her curvy legs, from her long, sculpted calves to her soft thighs that feel so fucking good around my head. Her belly. Her waist and hips, curvy and tight in all the right places. Her tits, swinging free in this tank that I can totally see her nipples through. Driving me crazy already.
And her pretty face. But right now, her lips are twisted in worry, and her eyes…I like the way her eyes turn into happy half-moons when she laughs and widen when she has a dirty thought. I like everything about her eyes except the way her gaze cuts straight through my bullshit. Like it’s doing right now.
“Miami?”
“Yep.” This is one of those things I don’t want her to know about, but thanks to that reporter, I can see her putting two and two together.
“Awfully close to the Caribbean. Is this a business trip?”
“I’m not leaving the country. And the rest isn’t for good girls to know.” I say it softly, but there’s enough steel in my voice, she should take the hint.
Of course she doesn’t, at first. My girl isn’t a pushover. Fuck me. But she just stares at me, knowing enough to be wary, before brushing past me and heading for the living room space. Knitting basket. Stripper pole. And in a large wooden armoire, a small TV. She turns it on and CNN immediately appears onscreen, which surprises me.
I go to the bedroom long enough to pull on my boxer briefs, then join her on the couch. “News before six in the morning? Black coffee? There are many layers to the Hailey onion.” I play with her hair while she ignores me, her eyes glued to the stock ticker at the bottom of the screen. “Do you trade?”
She nods, her lips moving unconsciously.
Is it weird that I’m getting half hard at the thought of Hailey being a money wizard? It’s not surprising, given her genes, but her very public rejection of the business world her family is steeped in on both sides makes me wonder…things. All sorts of things I want to know about this woman.
We finish our coffee in silence as she watches the numbers and I watch the B-roll behind a story on a riot in Cairo, then an interview with someone from the United Nations. It’s all just noise, distracting the world from the real shit going down behind the scenes that never makes it to news desks, but it’s good to know what everyone else is being told.
“Do you want another cup?” I kiss her bare shoulder, my few-days-of-stubble catching on her smooth-as-silk skin. “I should shave before I come over next time.”
She whirls around, our heads almost crashing into each other. “Don’t you dare.” She licks her lips and glances at my jaw. “I like it rough.”
Jesus Christ. How the hell am I supposed to leave for work when she says shit like that? “I bet you do.”
Her eyes go wide at the rough note in my voice. Really rough. God, I’ll never get enough of her.
I grab both mugs and shove them on the coffee table before hauling her into my lap. “Are you done watching that stuff?”
She nods, and I make the most of the next twenty minutes, first on the couch, then in her shower.
It barely scratches the surface of my itch for her.
— —
Ellie is setting a tray of fruit in the middle of the conference table when I arrive.
“Seriously?” It’s a good job I scarfed an Egg McMuffin on my way in.
“There are bran muffins, too.” She points to the side table where a coffee carafe and the world’s tiniest muffins sit pertly on a plate.
“We’re not girls.”
She rolls her eyes as she walks past me, which I wouldn’t catch except she whirls around. “Speaking of girls, you smell like one.”
“Shut up.”
“That’s rude, boss. I’m guessing you don’t own vanilla body wash.”
Fuck my life. “Sure don’t.”
“I’m guessing Hailey does.”
“You know, my private life could be left as private, and that would be totally fine.”
She wrinkles her nose as she taps her chin, faux-thinking about that for a second. “Probably the wrong place to work for that strategy.”
“Get out.” She laughs as she heads for the door. “And come back with bacon.”
“I like her!” she hollers as she hits the stairs, heading back to her desk.
That makes two of us.
Right on cue, Jason appears. “I see you didn’t take my advice.”
“I don’t remember hearing anything other than ‘sleep on it’. I did that. I want to go to Miami.”
He gives me a look of genuine surprise. “Oh?”
“And meet with the local FBI there.”
“Oh.” He shakes his head. “PRISM is concerned the Feds won’t move quickly enough.”
“Meet with, and help them find what they need quickly. Maybe in a way that forces their hand.”
“I like the sound of that better.” He leans over the table. “Melon. Yum. Let’s see what Wilson says.”
“About what?” Our ninja hacker strolls in just as he hears his name. He’s wearing yesterday’s t-shirt and jeans and his hair is standing on end—I’m guessing he never left last night. The lack of sleep has clearly futzed with his testosterone levels because he too gets excited about the melon, grabbing three pieces before he flops into a chair. “Nice fruit tray. Good idea.”
“Never mind about the damn fruit. We need something to shut down Lively this weekend. Before Morgan Reid goes there. Before…” I sigh. No, that’s not right. “Or maybe at the same time. Jesus. Maybe I need to step away from this, I’m not objective anymore.”
“Finally. I’m glad you see that.” Jason grabs a strawberry and points it at me. “Now we can use that power for good instead of evil.”
“I’m not following.” I scowl at him before turning to pour myself a cup of coffee and grab a teensy-ass muffin. I start pacing back and forth as I consume both. “I don’t have enough distance from this to make the hard decisions.”
“Or maybe you’ve finally found something to believe in and now you can fight for what you fe
el is right.” Jason and I both swivel our heads to look at Wilson, who yawns. “What? Aren’t we the good guys, deep down inside?”
I’m really not sure anymore.
“Listen,” Wilson says, scrubbing his hand through his hair. “I know I’m the last person in the world to talk about doing the right thing, but there are young women, right now, trapped in a sex slave ring for dirty motherfuckers who are too powerful to be taken down by conventional law enforcement. And we’re sitting on our hands because the timing has to be just right.”
“Well, it does,” Jason said drily. “If we take things into our own hands and take out the wrong peg at the wrong time, it could spell disaster on an international event kind of level.”
“Could.” Wilson snorts. “I could be one of those crazy conspiracy theorist guys, spouting predictions and nonsense. Or I could stay up all night combing through the internet history of teenagers who have no idea they’re a breath away from being kidnapped because they look like Britney Spears or Kate Middleton, which is what I did do, and I gotta say, after that dark fucking shit, could doesn’t sound nearly strong enough to keep me from blowing this asshole into a million pieces.”
Tag comes in just as Wilson says that, and despite the tension that’s twisted my shoulders into a solid block of granite, it’s funny as fuck that he doesn’t even blink before saying, “Good morning to you, too, sunshine.”
“I’m in the middle of something here, douche nozzle. How about you show up on time for once?”
“I was too busy kissing your mother goodbye.” Tag chuckles as he helps himself to some breakfast. I’m not even surprised for a second when he makes positive noises about the fucking fruit tray. No doubt Ellie will be pleased it went over well, and next meeting we’ll have smoothies.
Wilson shoots him a dark glower, but continues on his original tack anyway. “So I’ve been thinking about Cole going to Miami. What he could deliver to the Feds that would bring down Lively, save those girls, and not destabilize the global financial markets in the process. And I think I have a lead. Actually, two of them.”
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