by Cassie Cross
“Oh,” Abby whispered, loving the exquisite scratch of Cole’s stubble against her skin.
She wound her fingers through his hair, desperate for whatever it was that he wanted to give her. But too soon, he pulled away.
“Show me how you want me to touch you.”
Abby felt a little shy as Cole leaned back, watching her. Perhaps sensing her hesitation, he told her what to do.
“Rub your clit, Abigail,” he said, his voice full of authority. “Pretend your finger is my tongue. Show me what you want me to do to you.”
Abby knew from experience that he knew very well what to do to her. Maybe he got off on the voyeurism, or maybe he wanted to know things about her body that only she could tell him. Nevertheless, she couldn’t resist that look in his eyes. She would do exactly as she was told.
Abby tentatively slid her hand down between her thighs and spread apart her slit, exposing her sensitive flesh. Cole licked his lips, watching as her finger circled her clit. The right side was more sensitive than the left, so she dipped her finger lower, wetting her finger with her desire, then rubbed the taut nub in a half moon motion, each stroke making her nerves sing. Lost in the building waves of ecstasy, Abby’s head fell back against the pillow and she looked at Cole through hooded eyes. He gently tugged his cock as he watched her.
Seeing how turned on Cole was pushed Abby further, faster.
“Yes, that’s it,” Cole said, his voice gruff with desire. He brushed his lips against the inside of her thigh as her hand quickened, pushing her toward the edge. “I want to watch your face as you come, knowing that this is only the first of the many orgasms you’ll be having tonight.”
With that, she let go.
CHAPTER FOUR
COLE SAT in front of Abigail, watching her come undone. She was so beautiful when she came; her hair a little mussed, her muscles relaxed, her body in full view as it tensed and relaxed, writhing in pleasure. Even though Cole knew every way there was to please a woman, he wanted her to show him what she liked, because he had this intense desire to be the best sex Abigail ever had. Cole wanted to be the one man that she would always remember.
When he asked her to touch herself, to show him what she liked, he noticed that she went straight for her clit. Not that he blamed her, but she completely ignored her perfect breasts and neglected those tight, pink, bud-like nipples of hers. Cole looked forward to licking her pussy; he knew that would be delectable. But he especially wanted to show her how much pleasure those forgotten, neglected areas could bring her under his expert hands and tongue.
Once Abigail had ridden through her orgasm and began to level out, Cole could sense a bit of shyness creeping up in her. She blushed under his gaze, and moved to cover herself with her hand, then draped her arm across her breast.
“No,” he said, gently moving her hand, then her arm. “I want to see you.”
“Why?”
The question perplexed Cole. Women that he’d fucked in the past used to ask questions like that to coax compliments out of him, but Abigail wasn’t the sort. She’d never shown anything less than complete confidence around him, so this shyness seemed to come out of left field.
“Because you’re fucking gorgeous, that’s why,” he replied matter-of-factly.
Abigail rolled her eyes. Cole grinned, because only she could be exasperated with him when the two of them were sitting there completely naked.
“Please,” she said, sighing. “I have cellulite here.” She pointed at her smooth thighs. “The unfortunate beginnings of love handles here,” she said, grabbing her supple hips. “And stretch marks on my tits. What’s there to look at?”
“Sit up, Abigail.”
Reluctantly, she did as she was told. Cole leaned forward, raising himself until he was kneeling in front of her and the two of them were eye-to-eye. He would not tolerate her talking about her body that way.
“Look at my cock,” he commanded. It took a few seconds for her eyes to leave his, but she did as she was told. “It’s rock hard because of you, and do you know why?”
She was looking down at the floor instead of at him, so Cole gently placed his index finger under her chin and lifted her head until her gaze met his.
“Do you know why?”
Abigail blushed, and she shook her head.
Cole kissed her; long and gentle, soft and sweet, then traced the swell of Abigail’s left breast with his fingertips.
“Who cares about stretch marks? Your tits are just the right size for my hands.” He cupped her breast and brushed the pad of his thumb across her nipple. “See how your nipples respond to my touch?” She sighed in response, her eyelids growing heavy. Cole leaned forward and took her nipple in his mouth, laving his tongue across the puckered skin, then sucked on the nub until she moaned. “Stretch marks don’t make them any less pink, any less supple, or any less sweet.”
Cole splayed his hands across Abigail’s sides, and slid his hands down to her waist, pulling her down so her ass was at the edge of the sofa. His hands lingered there, massaging her skin. “You think these are love handles? Fuck that.”
He maneuvered her legs so that they were in the same position they were in before, her feet resting on the coffee table behind him. He skimmed the backs of his fingers along the inside of her thigh, then followed the same path with his lips, gently kissing her there. “Cellulite? No,” he said, his breath against her skin. “Soft. Perfect.”
“And now for the part I’ve been waiting for,” he said, sliding the tips of his fingers along her slit. She was so wet, so warm. “You’ve been waiting too, haven’t you?”
Abigail nodded, all her prior insecurities gone. “Yes,” she sighed. “You promised me more.”
“Indeed I did,” Cole said, planting a soft kiss on Abigail’s clit. He always kept his promises. He parted her flesh with two fingers, then traced the side of her nub, just like he’d seen her do earlier. She practically melted into him, her arms and legs turned into jelly. He knew what he had to do. He leaned forward and laved his tongue along her opening, savoring the wetness before he concentrated on her most sensitive spot. He licked her slit a few times, tongue teasing, pushing forward and making her moan. She knit her fingers into his hair, guiding his movements.
His tongue found its way to her clit and he licked her, then pressed his lips against her and sucked, flicking his tongue as she pulled him to her, wanting more. He alternated his movements: licking then sucking, sucking then licking, all the while her breath quickened as she squirmed on the sofa, desperate to find her release.
“Please,” she said breathily. “More, more.”
Cole gave her more. More of his mouth, more of his tongue. He couldn’t get enough of her taste, of the noises she was making. It was all for him, because of him. As he worked her into a frenzy, he wrapped his free hand around his cock and stroked himself a few times, needing to relieve the ache. He would have her. Very soon.
Abigail cried out Cole’s name as she came, her fingers gripping his hair. But he couldn’t stop now, not if he was going to keep his promise. He continued licking, sucking, tasting her pussy, this time slipping two fingers inside of her as she moaned and quivered. Spurred on by the sound of her pleasure, he added a third finger, pressing down as he plunged inward, wanting her to feel so full.
“Faster,” Abigail begged. “Please, faster.” So Cole moved his hand faster, still sucking her clit. It wasn’t long until she cried out in ecstasy, her muscles squeezing his fingers. Cole rubbed her legs as she came down, then kissed his way up her thigh, then her hip, then her stomach, until he reached her full, pink lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought her lips to his, kissing him with more passion than she ever had before. She played with his hair, winding it between her fingers as her breathing returned to normal.
“Had enough yet?” Cole asked cockily, knowing she would say no. Selfishly, he wanted to be inside her again and he knew she wouldn’t deny him.
“No. You still hav
en’t fucked me yet.”
He loved it when she told him what she wanted, and the filthy way she said it was a bonus.
Abigail stood and, confused, Cole followed her lead.
“Sit down,” she said. “I want to ride you.”
Fuck. He wouldn’t say no to that.
Before he sat, Cole reached down into the pocket of his discarded slacks and pulled out a condom, which Abigail quickly took from him. He grinned, positive she did that so she wouldn’t have to take the chance of him making her wait while he rolled it on with agonizing slowness like he had their first night together in his office.
Abigail didn’t waste any time with the condom, and seconds later, she was straddling him. Cole couldn’t get enough of the sight of her on top of him, so he pulled her down for a long, slow kiss. After they parted, Abigail reached down and clasped her fingers around Cole’s cock, slowly sliding the tip along her hot, wet slit. It felt fucking fantastic, but he needed more.
“I want to be inside you,” he growled, gripping her hips. “Now. Don’t make me wait.”
Cole’s head rolled back as Abigail sunk down onto him, her warmth spreading all the way from his cock to the tips of his fingers. She kissed him, her hair brushing his shoulders, making every one of his nerves stand on end. Then she leaned back as she rode him, leveraging herself by gripping his knees, arching her back and offering her breasts for the taking. Cole wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close to him as he took one of her nipples in his mouth, then the other.
Abigail rocked back and forth and Cole loved feeling her delicious wetness on his lower belly. An unintelligible string of words fell from her lips as her internal muscles squeezed his cock, threatening to push him over the edge. Much as he wanted to help her along, he wanted to feel the glorious spasms when she came, so he kept his hands on her hips to help him concentrate.
“Rub your clit,” he said, his lips pressed against the shell of her ear. “Make yourself come.”
Abigail slid her hand down her belly and between her thighs, circling that tiny bud of nerves. Her hips moved faster as she worked her way closer to orgasm, and Cole pulled her down until his cock was fully sheathed in her, so he could feel every ripple of her impending explosion.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Abigail breathed, her muscles gripping him, milking him.
Cole pulled her down to him as he came, burying his face in her neck, peppering her skin with kisses as they both rode out their pleasure. His muscles felt like jelly and he collapsed back into the soft couch cushions. Abigail followed him, coming to rest against his chest. As the two of them sat there catching their breath, Cole traced the line of her spine with his fingertips.
He would give himself tonight. But tomorrow he had to focus on work and finding out exactly what that Hamilton asshole was trying to steal from him. Tomorrow, he promised himself, he would stay away from Abigail.
It was a promise he knew he would break.
CHAPTER FIVE
ABBY WAS wide awake before the sun came up the following morning. She was lying in bed, staring at the bright green numbers on her alarm clock, thinking about Cole. Her muscles still felt weak; no man had ever made her feel the way that he did.
Figuring she should probably just get up if she was awake anyway, Abby rolled over and looked toward the door. There was no light shining through the small sliver between the wood and the carpet; the living area was still dark. If Cole was awake, he wasn’t in the common area yet. Abby sat up and dangled her legs off the end of the bed. Just as she was about to stand, she heard her phone buzzing on the nightstand.
Looking at the screen, she smiled. It was Becca.
“Do you have any idea what time it is?” Abby whispered, teasing her.
“Why are you whispering?” Becca was quiet for a moment, then she gasped. “Holy shit, are you in his room?!”
“No, I just don’t want to be too loud.”
“What, are you going to wake him up? How small is that room? I thought you were staying in a suite?”
“It’s five in the morning, Beck. It’s too early for me to be a willing participant in twenty questions.”
“At least tell me about the room,” she pleaded. Abby smiled at the excitement in her voice.
“You wouldn’t believe it. It has a dining room and everything. Four or five of our apartments could fit in this place. It’s amazing.”
Becca sighed. “I really picked the wrong person to work for. So…”
Abby knew exactly what Becca was getting at. “So…”
“Did he fuck you until you lost consciousness?”
Almost.
“No.” Even though she’d spilled her guts to Becca about Cole before she left, she suddenly felt protective of him. Of what they were doing. “It’s been strictly business.”
“You are such a liar!” Becca cried. She didn’t sound too distraught over it though, both she and Abby knew that Abby would cave eventually. “If you’re going to play coy, I’ll hang up. But I’ll get it out of you eventually.”
Abby knew that she would.
“Oh, I remembered this after you left,” Becca said. “Isn’t the object of your long-distance flirtation there in Chicago?”
Abby gasped. Shit. I completely forgot about Josh.
“You forgot he even existed, didn’t you,” Becca said, laughing. “That boss of yours must be giving it to you but good.”
Cole didn’t know about Abby and Josh’s friend/flirtation thing or whatever it was. Would he even care? What she had with Josh was just flirting. What she had with Cole was just sex. Did one have anything to do with the other?
“I’m going to have to figure out what to do about that,” Abby said, following her words with a sigh.
“It’ll be interesting, and I’m going to nag you until you tell me all about it.”
Becca was right about one thing. It would be interesting indeed.
CHAPTER SIX
COLE SAT at the end of the rectangular conference table in the boardroom of Kerrigan Corp.’s downtown Chicago office. At this particular meeting, he felt like a father chastising his unruly children. It was a room full of senior vice presidents, people Cole trusted with the livelihood of his company. Even though the main point of this trip was to find out what Hamilton planned to do with the stolen data, there was some excess fat he needed to trim off of his payroll, and he was ready to do it. He hadn’t announced his visit, so they all knew something was up.
Firing someone was never a pleasant experience for Cole, but he couldn’t hang onto employees who didn’t pull their weight, or who put his company in jeopardy. He wouldn’t stand for that kind of carelessness. And perhaps it was unfair of him to do this in a room full of colleagues, but he could think of no better reminder of what would happen if one of them slacked off.
“It’s true that quarterly earnings are down a bit,” Jack Barton, the Senior VP of Sales said, grabbing his oversized coffee cup. “We’ve been looking at outsourcing some of our software production. That will lower our tax burden and shore up a more stable earnings statement by early next year.”
The other men at the table seemed to relax, probably thankful that the heat wasn’t on them.
Cole shook his head. “I wouldn’t call twenty five million dollars ‘a bit,’ Jack.”
Jack’s face reddened. “No sir.”
“You’ve had me out on your boat,” Cole said.
Jack’s eyebrows knit together in confusion. “I’m sorry?”
“You aren’t able to purchase things like that by being cavalier with your money, Jack.” Cole’s eyes focused on his target, completely unrelenting in their stare. “I wonder then, why are you so cavalier with mine?”
“Sir, I’m not suggesting-”
“The ten other divisions of this company manage to turn a profit, yet yours is the only one that is constantly underperforming.”
“Sir, the market isn’t-”
Cole laughed, cutting Jack off. “Don’t stand her
e and tell me about the market. I am the CEO of this company. Do you think you’re going to tell me something that I don’t already know? That you’re going to come up with an excuse that I haven’t heard before?”
Jack’s eyes scanned the room, practically begging someone to come to his aid. There were no takers.
“Pack your things,” Cole said without a moment’s hesitation. “You are dismissed.”
Everyone around the table sat there, stunned. It was eerily quiet, as if all the air had been sucked out of the room.
Cole chanced a glance at Abigail, but she was looking down, engrossed in her notes. He briefly wondered what she thought of him; she’d never been present to see him fire someone.
Jack stood and left the room, closing the door behind him. Cole appointed someone to act in Jack’s position until a replacement was hired, then he promptly dismissed the meeting.
COLE SAT at his desk in his office on the twenty-seventh floor, in a chair that wasn’t quite the right fit for him, behind a desk that he disliked. Since he wasn’t in this office very often, he let the heads of the Chicago location take the plusher, more private offices. He stared out of the window that looked over a cubicle farm made of tall steel rods, wooden partitions, and sleek, frosted-glass doors. He’d always hated this office and hated the view.
Until Abigail sat at the desk on the other side of the window.
Her back was facing him, long waves falling across her shoulders. God, he wanted to bury his face in her hair. Occasionally she’d turn to the left, so he could just see her profile, and she’d smile. He knew it was a smile for him. She’d even purposely dropped something on the floor and bent over to pick it up, flashing him her cleavage. He’d thought about marching out there and pulling her into his office, then bending her over his desk and fucking her into oblivion. But he’d never let his cock make business decisions for him before, and he wasn’t about to start now.
