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“Paige?” she asked, coming through crystal clear.
Then, oops, my finger pressed the red button to end the call.
I didn’t move. I squeezed my phone in the palm of my hand as I willed the color to drain from my cheeks. No such luck. After a beat or two of awkward silence—without much choice—I slowly lifted my face toward Cole. The torture was one sided. He was smiling sinfully at me. He’d never been happier in his life. He’d never let me live this down, I knew it.
“So ... just how much did you talk about me to your mom?”
I winced and closed my eyes before assuring him that it was “a normal, infinitesimal amount. Hardly at all.”
“Oh? Hmm.” He didn’t buy it. He pointed to my phone. “Should we call them back to verify?”
Panicked over the idea, I chucked my phone, and it skittered to a stop on the floor clear across the room. The screen probably cracked, but what did I care?
Cole only gloated more, and I was forced to take matters into my own hands. I pivoted and turned to face him, scooting closer. Already, his breath hitched. Then I climbed up and over him until I was sitting on his lap with my hands delicately placed on his shoulders.
Immediately, his hands found my waist and he tightened his grip, ensuring I wasn’t going anywhere.
“Sure ...,” I said, starting to unbutton his shirt, because yes, Cole still wears button-downs, even on Sundays. It’s his MO, and I’m not breaking him of the habit. Why would I?I like it.“We could call my parents back if you want?”
I sounded like a seductress, and it was working. Already Cole’s eyelids were growing heavy with desire. Once the first few buttons were undone, I bent down to kiss along his neck and collarbone, taking my time and appreciating every sculpted inch of him. He’s gloriously tan. Those Sicilian grandparents of his were getting a letter of thanks first thing in the morning.
I traced my finger down the center of his chest, watching his lungs constrict and expand. I loved knowing I was the reason he was breathing so hard. All his precious control was starting to slip ...
“Orwe could enjoy our first night as roommates,” I suggested innocently.
“You’re more than my roommate,” he said, his tone full of fire. He slid his hands into my shirt and started to lift it up and over my head. It was too easy. He had me down to my bra in an instant.
“Oh, right. More than roommates ... Friends, then?” I quipped, knowing it would rankle him. We are most definitely past that point, but I still can’t help but tease him about it.
His gaze sharpened on mine, and he hoisted his hips just enough that I tipped forward, flat against his chest. My girlish yelp only served to satisfy him as he reached up to unclasp my bra. The soft material slipped off my bare skin, and I shivered in his arms.
“You want to be my friend?” he asked huskily, his mouth flush against my ear. “Be my friend, Paige. Grind down on me.”
Mama MIA.
That’s the thing about Cole, his dirty little secret. He might be a buttoned-up director of operations during the day, but at night, in the bedroom, Mr. Spreadsheets and Numbers takesnoprisoners.
He looked me up and down with pure possession, trailing his eyes with his hands so he could unbutton my shorts and work them off my hips. I complied, trying to hide my desperation, but he saw it all the same; he heard it in the way I sighed with relief when we were skin to skin, flushed and sweaty. Warmth radiated from where we touched, and tingles skittered across my body.
He took me there on the couch, with my head thrown back and my hands propped behind me on his knees. It was a precarious position, and I’d have been scared I’d tumble back onto the floor if not for Cole’s tight grip on my waist. He thrust up into me, seating himself to the hilt, and once there, he groaned and closed his eyes like he couldn’t help it. It was too good. It might’ve been too much as he fought to regain his composure. When he opened his eyes again, his lips twisted up into a salacious smile.
“You are such a good friend,” he said as he started to rock his hips, and his teasing praise made me feel hotter than ever.
He hit a spot that undid me, and my lips parted as I sucked in a sharp breath. All the while, he kept right on talking. “Thebestfriend.”
I became a passive participant, pliant in his arms as he hoisted me up and down using his grip on my waist. When he was deeper than ever, a weak cry spilled out of me.
Cole can be tender and sweet, but right then, he left the softness at the door.
He picked up the pace, faster, and my grip tightened on his knees. I was forced to close my eyes. It was all too much and I came too fast, too soon. His fingers bit into my waist as he felt me ride it out on him, and the delicious curses that wrung from his mouth sent me tail-spinning even harder.
I came out of it in a frenzy, almost angry at the way he made me feel. I blinked my eyes open, leaned forward, and kissed him hard as he continued, so close behind me it was only seconds before I felt him jerk and thrust, moan, and then go perfectly still. Our wild breathing was the only sound in the room.
Then I sort of chuckled.
He laughed.
I turned my cheek, and he kissed me, checking in. “You okay?”
