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“We’ll land eventually.” I almost hate that it’s true.
There I go, giving myself false hope.
There’s actually a disgusting chance we’ll only be working together as soon as we hit the tarmac, but I want to live this fantasy a little while longer.
“One more day before the flight,” he says, running his hand up my thigh. “I was just thinking we should spend it wisely. Have a lazy morning. No six a.m. Swift songs.”
I elbow him playfully. “What if I need to work?”
“You won’t even be asleep before six, woman,” he growls, his fingers pinching my thigh.
I grin. “What if I’m abstaining?”
“You’re not. I need to be in you as many times as I can,” he rumbles against my ear.
He’s too freaking good at this.
“Cole?” I whisper, feeling warm all over.
“Yeah?”
“I’ll always prefer your bed to work.”
He pulls me on top of him and cups my face. “You have no fucking clue how insane you make me. None.”
And I believe it a second later. He kisses me with so much lightning in his lips, I press my body into his, wanting to be as close to him as possible.
“Cole?” I whisper again, waiting for him to look at me. “Say my name. I just like to hear it.”
“Eliza,” he whispers, kissing my neck.
I shudder with delight.
I half expect his hands to roam and turn this into a heavy, soaked makeout session, but they don’t.
It’s even better.
He just locks his massive arms around my waist, holding me until I fall asleep.
The last thing I hear—almost as a prayer—is my name on his lips, over and over again.
16
Coffee Date (Cole)
“Oh, Cole.” I wake up to the best sound on Earth—and the view isn’t half bad, either.
Eliza’s mouth forms a perfect ring, her eyes flutter shut, and her head tilts back.
I lean down, brushing my lips over my little addiction before my tongue meets hers, chasing and massaging it.
This is where the anticipation and teasing ends.
That glorious split second before I remind her she’s my property—and it’s got nothing to do with being on payroll.
I swallow her hot whimper, relishing it with an appreciation I’ll never have for any coffee. With a murmur, Eliza Angelo overwhelms my fucking senses.
Too delicious.
Too gorgeous.
Too intense.
I break the kiss with a rough gasp, swinging my hips forward and plunging deeper inside of her.
“Cole!” Her nails reach for my chest, scratching me, telling me she’s on the edge.
“Come for me,” I urge, pressing my forehead to hers as my lips meld to her mouth again.
I’m ravenous, stealing the pleasure from her throat as I loot her little body.
A few more strokes and her pussy tightens around my cock.
Her fingers curl—she’s too awestruck to rake her nails—and hellfire engulfs my balls.
With a low curse, I bring us home, slamming myself in, grinding her clit with my pubic bone, catching her lips in my teeth, and coming out my soul.
Her body clenches around me a split second before I release.
Fuck.
Fucking hell, yes.
I collapse on top of her, proudly wearing the sweat that’s dripping off me. My head falls against her hot breasts, her nipples peaked and so rosy they already look like they’re begging for more.
Soon.
A minute later, I realize she’s running her fingers through my hair, stroking my face with a slow, devoted touch.
“I’ll never get enough of you,” I confess.
“Are you sure?” She laughs.
Her voice is playful enough, but something about the question irks me. I roll off her and prop myself up on my elbow.
“The hell does that mean?”
Her smile never wavers. I’m horribly tempted to lean down and kiss her, but I have to know what she means.
“I never expected to be here.” She waves her hands around my bedroom.
“Here?”
“I didn’t think you’d dare bring me home. I kind of thought that when we left Hawaii—”
“Wait.” I cut her off. “You thought I was toying with you on the island? That it was just some island dick frenzy I could just switch off?”
She places her hand on my chest and leans closer.
“Don’t be offended. I just thought...well, maybe we were both living it up a little. And maybe it would have to end when we came home.” She sighs. “I mean, it’s only a matter of time until someone finds out.”
Ah, fuck. That’s what she’s worried about, and I honestly don’t blame her.
“I told you last week, I’ll deal with it,” I say, pushing my fingers possessively through hers.
“You don’t think it’s too soon?” Her eyes shine with a doubt I want to smother.
“I’ll handle HR. Then we can explore this thing without needing to sneak around like a couple of alley cats. Trust me.” I squeeze her fingers.
“This thing, huh? Interesting. So, it’s a thing now? A Cole-Eliza thing, and not just a coffee thing?” She beams at me.
Fuck me, she’s right.
This is a thing.
And I’m just realizing that I’m the fool who made it one.
