“Seriously?”
“Seriously. You have yourself a nanny.”
He leaped across the couch and wrapped his arms around me.
“Cole!” I laughed and reclined into the cushions looking up at him.
"Can you start tomorrow?" He propped himself up on his arms and looked down at me with a big grin on his face. My legs were wrapped around his waist, and I could feel his excitement at our new arrangement pressing into my thigh.
“Yes, I can, but—”
"So, technically, I'm not your boss until tomorrow." He slowly lowered himself on top of me, and I knew exactly where this conversation was headed.
"No, you aren't, but—" I was interrupted by Cole kissing my neck.
"Hear me out." He slid a hand between us, smoothing his palm over my sex through the thin fabric of my leggings. He had my full attention. "We've agreed"—he was painting my collarbone with feather-light kisses—"that we should keep our relationship completely professional."
"Mm-hmm." It was a moan of pleasure and assent.
"Which means the fifteen-minute quickie we had in your apartment would be our only sexual experience."
"Kitchen counter." I sighed, reminding him that we'd actually had two sexual experiences. Cole was moving his palm back and forth between my legs, eliciting small whimpers. He was going to make me come in my pants on his couch, and he hadn't even kissed me yet.
"Lisa, I want you, and I know you want me. Tonight is all we have. After tomorrow, this"—he pressed his thumb over my clit, and I moaned—"is off-limits. If I could make you come—how many times was it?"
“Four.” I writhed underneath him. My entire body felt like one raw nerve.
“If I could make you come four times in fifteen minutes, imagine what I could do if I had all night?”
"Oh my God." His words made me shatter as much as his ministrations between my legs. My eyes squeezed shut, and my legs jerked as I spasmed. My fingers tangled in his hair, and I pulled him closer, forced my tongue into his mouth, and devoured him like he was my last meal. In a way, he was. After what felt like a fiery, blissful eternity, Cole separated our lips.
"That's one." He grinned down at me, and I giggled. I felt like I could float away if Cole's massive body wasn't pinning me to the couch.
“Are you this convincing in the courtroom?” I grinned up at him, still caressing his scalp.
“I haven’t tried a case yet, but here’s hoping.” He kissed me again. “Are you saying I’ve convinced you?”
“Do you have more condoms?” I asked.
“So many,” he whispered and scooped me off of the couch and carried me up the stairs.
cole
fourteen
I tookher into my bedroom and kicked the door closed with my foot. Lisa wriggled out of my arms and pushed me into the armchair before climbing on top of me, straddling me.
“Give me your phone.”
She opened a music-streaming app, and Bruno Mars' "Versace on the Floor" started to play. Lisa wrapped her arms around my neck and began to dance. Her hips rose and fell as she gyrated to the rhythm. Her hair whipped me in the face as she slowly swung her head side to side.
My heart was racing, and I thought I might have been having a heart attack. Every one of my senses was heightened. Lisa leaned forward, and her tongue darted out and licked my lips. I leaned forward to join our mouths, and she backed away, smiling. My almost off-limits neighbor was teasing me. I reached for her hips, and she captured my wrists, placing them back on the armrests.
"No touching, sir. Don't make me call security." She grinned as she stood, still gyrating, and never breaking eye contact until she turned her back to me. Her hands moved to the nape of her neck, and she stretched her arms upward, taking her long hair with it until it dropped, cascading down her back. She slowly turned her head to look at me over her shoulder.
“Hey,” she called. “I said, no touching.”
She was referring to the fact that I had my pants open, and I was fisting my cock like my life was at stake.
