by KB Winters
“Are you sure?” He was breathing hard even though I doubted he’d even broken a sweat. No doubt he had excellent stamina and endurance and I resolved myself to one day testing out how long he could last.
I didn’t even have to think about an answer to his question. I reached up, gripped his shoulders tightly and yanked him down on top of me. This time I initiated our kiss, thrusting my tongue deeply and rubbing my body against him as much as I could. The feeling of his denim-clad thighs was exhilarating in a completely new way. Cole was all thick muscle and intoxicating heat and the feeling of him made me moan with need.
The low sounds that came out of him and the way his hands skirted up and down my sides as if he wanted to touch me everywhere filled my head with a buzzing sensation—but it was nothing compared to the feeling of the blunt head of his cock brushing against the slickness of my cunt. My spine arched and I wrapped my legs around his hips trying to pull him into the source of my aching need.
“Fuck,” Cole growled out before one of his hands buried itself in my hair holding my head still. His tongue flicked back and forth in a sensual parody of what I wanted and each pass of his now slick cock between my lips sent me further and further into ecstasy.
“More, please,” I begged. I was unashamed in my own need and nuzzled my lips against his cheek. I needed so much that I felt I would explode with the strength of it and I closed my eyes tightly. I expected to feel him enter me, but when I felt his nose brush against mine, I opened up my eyes. His expression was unimaginable and it made something powerful seize up within me. This wasn’t the way you looked at a one-night stand and as much as I was afraid of it, I wanted it even more.
“Anything for you.”
I was startled at his words, but before I could ask, his cock pushed past my pussy lips, pushing in steadily between them. I threw back my head and let out a loud moan. If anyone had been passing by at that moment, they would’ve known exactly what was going on—even in the dark.
The feeling was even more electrifying than it had been before, and I wondered if it was the lack of alcohol in my system that amplified the feeling. Cole’s lips again brushed against my throat, kissing and nipping gently with each pass across my skin. I knew I should have told him to be careful and not leave marks, but I was too overwhelmed with his hard cock spearing me so deeply. It was a hot and heady descent to sexual madness that I never wanted to end.
“There you go baby. Open up for me and I’ll make you feel so good,” Cole said his voice raw and guttural with passion. One of his hands gripped beneath my thigh and he pulled my leg tight against his side as our hips fully met.
I barely had a moment to catch my breath before he pulled back, his hard shaft sliding against my inner walls. I gripped him tightly and moved my body against his, delighting in the rumbling groan Cole let out. I wanted to hold on and draw the pleasure out as long as possible, but I could feel my body tightening up, to the point of no return. Cole must have known, because he began to move more frantically against me pushing tightly as he thrust all the way in before pulling out again. It was a losing battle as I let go and hurdled over the edge. The pleasure washed over me down to the tips of my curled toes and it was better than anything I’d ever felt before.
I gazed up at the stars as I let my body come down, my limbs trembling with aftershocks. Cole had stopped moving even though I still felt him hard inside of me and I marveled at how wonderfully he fit between my thighs. It was almost as if he were meant to be there. I smiled to myself before tightening my vaginal muscles. The sharp gasp he let out and his incredulous look was more than worth it.
“What?” I asked innocently before repeating to motion. When his eyes narrowed I let out a laugh that felt as wild and free as it sounded. I wrapped my arms around Cole’s neck and pulled him in for another kiss. “Keep going, babe.”
The smile Cole gave me was soft and sweet and he leaned down to kiss me even as his thrusts started up again. His thrusts were long and drawn out and I marveled at how perfectly he filled me every time. Every other thrust I would tighten my inner muscles and enjoy my reward of Cole groaning against my lips. When his thrusts turned more desperate, sparks skittered up my spine and I had to break my lips away in order to let out gasping breaths. I hung on, tightening my legs around his hips. And with a sharp whimper, I urged him to move harder and faster.
With a shout, Cole’s hips slammed once and then twice before he tensed. The hand in my hair pulled before his lips crashed down onto my own. The feeling of his tongue thrusting between my lips was all I needed and I shuddered into my second climax of the night.
I let my legs flop down as we lay in the grass breathing deeply together. Tonight was everything I wanted—and I was quickly realizing that I needed more.
Chapter Four
My body was still on fire with the feelings from our sexcapade as we pulled up to my building. I turned to look at Cole with a huge smile. “I had a great night tonight. It has been a long time since I’d ever felt so relaxed.” I looked up at him from under my eyelashes. It was the truth. I was feeling more relaxed than I had in a long time and although I was anxious about this turning into something more than a one-time deal—I wanted to continue and see where it led.
Cole put the car in park before turning to look at me. “Well, I’m glad that you had fun and I’m glad you said yes. I haven’t dated much since coming to Washington, but I’m kind of glad those guys were hitting on you at the club. It gave me a way to actually talk to you.” His smile was almost blinding.
“Me too. I’m really glad that I said yes,” I said softly. The feeling in the car was electric, not as sexual as earlier, but more comforting and warm. I looked at him again with a wry smile. “But does that mean you were glad that I got accosted?”
“No,” he said quickly. He put a warm hand on my leg. “I definitely don’t want you to ever be in a situation where you need to be saved.”
“Oh trust me,” I purred, my smile turning sharp. “I am more than capable of saving myself.” I watched him poised and waiting for the same line I had heard so many times about me being a damsel who needed rescuing and protection. It was an annoyance that had left me unpaired for years—this idea that I was incapable of looking after myself or that I was somehow lacking.
Cole looked at me as if surprised. “Of course you are. From the first moment I saw you, I knew you were a woman who was confident in who she was and what she could accomplish. My point is that you shouldn’t have to protect yourself from jerks, because they should be responsible enough to control themselves.”
I froze in shock. Here was this big muscular man who was more than capable of taking on any other guy and he was telling me that he believed I didn’t need his help. If not for the surety in his voice, I would’ve yelled and called him a patronizing asshole. As it was, my paralysis allowed him to move closer and place a soft kiss on my lips. I closed my eyes and leaned into him letting his warmth wash over me until the shrill sound of his cell phone ringing made us break away.
Cole pulled back with a sigh and looked at me with a small smile. “Sorry, let me take this real quick.”
“Sure,” I breathed out, my mind still awash in feeling. I stayed where I was, my lips turned up into a soft smile. Cole placed another quick kiss on my lips before he leaned back and fished the phone from his pocket. He glanced at the screen before sliding his finger across the screen and placing the phone at his ear.
I leaned my head back against the headrest and let myself float along on my good feelings. The silence in the car eventually became interspersed with sounds from his phone and my focus snapped back as I heard a distinctly feminine voice on the other line.
‘When are you coming home?’
My eyes snapped all the way open. That was not something I was expecting to hear and I tried to listen as closely as possible without seeming like I was eavesdropping.
“I’ll be home in just a bit sweetie,” Cole answered with a soft smile. My eyes w
idened at his word choice and the note of fondness I heard in his voice. Then I remembered—he had a daughter which meant there had to be a woman in his life!
My blood ran cold and my focus turned inward as the sound of him talking faded away. I was with a man I’d met at a club and I’d been thinking about long term dalliances when he apparently had a wife and kid that he’d never mentioned. I felt humiliated and ashamed of myself. This was the exact situation I’d said I would never find myself in again and here I was, repeating my past mistakes all over again!
“Savannah?”
I snapped my gaze up. Cole held the phone in one hand as he looked at me with confusion clear on his face. It made me furious to still feel the stirrings of want within my body even after finding out that I was being played.
“When were you going to tell me you’re married, huh?” My voice was hard and cold to cover up the hurt I truly felt. His expression went from confused to shocked and I used that moment to throw open the passenger side door and jump out of his car. I heard his door open, but refused to look back—instead I stormed towards the entrance to my building.
“Savannah, wait!”
I didn’t turn back at Cole’s shout, but I was stopped by the hand that gripped the top of my arm. He whirled me around and I tried to ignore the lump in my throat when I locked gazes with him.
“It’s not what you think. That was—“
“—Not what I think? It’s not what I think?” I asked, my voice shrill and rising on my last words. I felt a sick sense of pleasure at his wince. Good fucking riddance. “I heard the woman on the other line and I saw your daughter when you came to my school.” I jerked my arm out of his hand and took a step back.
Cole let me go, but held his arms out in surrender. “Look, I don’t know where this is all coming from—“
I snorted. “Sure.”
“—but just let me fucking explain,” he finished ignoring my interruption. “Please.”
At his plea, I folded my arms across my chest, but kept quiet. On one hand I wanted to keep screaming and railing at him about how much of an asshole he was to lead me on while stepping out on his wife and kid, but on the other hand I wanted to know why. “Fine.”
Cole ran a hand through his hair, before speaking. “I am not, nor have I ever been married, and I don’t have a kid either.”
“Then who was tha—“
“Let me talk.” I snapped my mouth shut with a scowl at his clipped words, but gestured for him to continue. “The girl you saw me with at your school was my little sister—the one I told you about when we first met.”
I stayed quiet as I thought about his words. I did remember him mentioning a younger sister as well as a sick mother. My heart clenched as I became less sure about my accusation of his infidelity.
“Yeah, I told you. Now you’re accusing me of cheating on my fictional wife?” I looked up at Cole at his words. His expression was hard and angry and I felt my stomach sink. “My little sister and mom live together here in Washington. I moved in with them when my mom’s illness got worse. Although my sister is older, she still can’t care for our mother the way she needs, so I try not to spend too much time away from home. This was actually the first date I’d been on in almost a year.” Cole chuckled to himself and I felt like shit at how hollow it sounded.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. Now I really did feel like a piece of shit.
Cole looked at me for a moment, before sighing. “Look, I don’t know who hurt you in the past to the point that you’d put up some sort of fucking wall and sabotage things—and nor do I care—but… not all men are like that.”
“I know that,” I bit out.
“Do you?”
My mouth snapped shut. Did I? Cole nodded as if resigned. “Jumping to conclusions is a good way to wind up alone, Savannah. You might want to think about that.”
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I knew Cole was right, but his words hurt. I didn’t even have a chance to say anything before he turned away and walked back to his car. As I watched his tail lights disappear down the street, I wondered if I’d ruined things before they even had a chance to start.
“Fuck!”
Continued in...Temporary Assignment Book 3!
Acknowledgements
Thank you! I love you all and thank you for making my books a success!! I appreciate each and every one of you.
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About The Authors
KB Winters has an addiction to caffeine, tattoos and hard-bodied alpha males. The men in her books are very sexy, protective and sometimes bossy, her ladies are…well…bossier!
Living in sunny Southern California, the embarrassingly hopeless romantic writes every chance she gets!
Evie Monroe also lives in Southern California and when KB asked her to co-author her next books, Evie was ecstatic!
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Temporary Assignment
Book 3
By
KB Winters and Evie Monroe
Copyright © 2016 BookBoyfriends Publishing LLC
Published By: BookBoyfriends Publishing LLC
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Chapter One
I sighed loudly at the heavy thoughts rolling around my brain. I tipped my wine glass back and took several sips. It had been nearly three weeks since I’d last seen Cole, but even being busy at work wasn’t enough to push his last words from my mind.
“Jumping to conclusions is a good way to wind up alone, Savannah. You might want to think about that.”
“I hate to say it love, but I think Cole was right,” Heather said. I looked up sharply, surprise clear in my expression. She gave me a sheepish look before shrugging. “I mean, maybe just a little.”
“More than a little if we’re going to be truthful here.”
“Oh not you too!” I exclaimed looking over at where Kelly was perched in the loveseat. “You’re supposed to be on my side here.”
Kelly smiled softly. “Oh hun, I’m always on your side of course, but when it comes to you finally breaking out of your self-imposed isolation with someone as dreamy as Cole…just sayin’”
I sighed again. I knew they were just trying to help, but the fact was Cole’s words had hurt and as much as I wanted to just give in and call him—I was too much of a coward. “What am I supposed to do? Call him and tell him he was right?”
Heather and Kelly glanced at one another b
efore saying in unison, “Yes!”
I set my glass of wine down on the coffee table in front of me and sat back with my arms crossed. “And then what? He hasn’t tried to contact me either so don’t you think that means that he is done with me?”
“What are you—“
“Look,” I interrupted. “It was supposed to be a one-night stand to begin with. I mean, sure he left his number and we had a date with even more awesome sex, but that doesn’t equal a real boyfriend/girlfriend relationship or anything,” I finished with a huff. I tried to keep my expression neutral, but just saying the words made something inside me want to shrivel and die. For the first time, I cursed my lack of experience with actual relationships. I’d only had one serious relationship in my life and the ending of that one had left me skeptical for any of the other ones that might happen.
“You’re so clueless about men, it’s physically painful,” Heather replied. I wanted to smack her, but instead I just let out a heavy sigh.
“I just don’t want to get all wrapped up in some guy—no matter how hot—just to get hurt again,” I said quietly. Heather and Kelly’s expressions changed from fond to understanding.
“We know you’re afraid, Savannah.” Kelly moved from the loveseat coming over to perch beside me on what little space was left on the sofa. “But you can’t let one guy put you off of finding love forever.”
“And we’re not saying that you need to find someone to marry right now,” Heather continued. She shifted over until the three of us were huddled together. “We just want you to be happy and find someone who appreciates how awesome you are—like we do!”
