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“Yay,” they said in unison.
Lara took charge and grabbed the kids’ backpacks, promising them all kinds of fun, energetic games they loved. The boys kissed her goodbye and left with her dear friend, who had parked close by.
When Cole walked up to her, he carried the bag he’d taken from work on one shoulder, and wiped the sweat from his face with a towel. “Where did they go?”
“Lara offered to take them home so we’d have some alone time,” she lied, unable to tell him she’d called and begged her friend to come meet her.
A devilish smile danced on his lips. “Alone time, huh? We’d better make every minute count.”
* * *
Nikki finished her room service order, then hung up the phone. She glanced around the hotel suite she’d visited many times. Lines of intricate golden pieces harmoniously blended with white furniture and textured walls.
“Thanks for ordering,” Cole said, coming out of the bathroom. They’d arrived less than twenty minutes prior, and she had the task of choosing their dinner while he showered. She ordered oysters and a hearty seafood salad. Although, judging by the lust-filled look in his eyes, they wouldn’t need the aid of any aphrodisiac.
Her gaze slid down his impossibly manly body. Droplets of water still fell from his hair to his broad shoulders. She studied the ridges of his hard body, sculpted to make women swoon. When he moved, the hard edges bunched and shifted.
She licked her lips, arousal heating her flesh. She bridged the gap between them until she was in front of him, pulling in the scent of clean soap. Without tearing her gaze from his, she clasped his towel and ripped it from his body, exposing his blatant male nakedness for her eyes only.
An invisible drum formed in her body, and with each passing second, it thumped, rattling her entire system. Her heart floated up her throat, pulsing in her mouth.
Shameless desire gleamed in his eyes. His pupils dilated. Even with not looking down at his hard-on, she felt it poking her, pressing, demanding attention. Like she was in some hypnotic trance, she dropped to her knees until she was at eye level with his cock.
She stroked him, loving how he grew harder and longer in her palm. A groan filled the air, egging her on to continue her sweet exploration. She ran her fingers along his rod, feeling the pulse of his veins, the undeniable rush of blood. Her sex clenched, lust wetting her own folds. She took him inside her mouth, unwilling to wait one more second.
“God, Nikki,” he whispered, his voice edgy and pained.
She cupped his balls, working her lips around him, grazing her teeth over his velvety, salty flesh. In response, he thrust his fingers into her hair, grabbing a handful and tugging at it a bit.
The act of possessiveness, of showing her who was in charge, belted another wave of lust through her. His strong hands sizzled her scalp, and the scorching sensation rippled down, increasing her internal temperature so much she thought she was in a sauna and not in an air-conditioned hotel suite. Her clothes stuck to her, clinging to her, sweat sheening her limbs. She gave his balls a squeeze, and with her other hand clasped his cock, running the tip of her tongue lazily along his flesh only to ramp up the pace and bring him inside her mouth again, in and out, sucking.
“Baby, you suck me so good.”
She withdrew his cock from her mouth, reveling at her saliva glistening on his skin and branding him as hers. Hers? A part of her laughed. Why did she insist in blurring the lines that had been so nicely outlined? When she peered up at him, a fiery glint blazed in the depths of his irises, and for a furtive moment, she wondered if he’d shared the same insane thought.
A shudder coursed through her. He gripped her wrists and lifted her up, hooking his arms under her knees and carrying her to the bed. She swallowed hard, unsure why the silence between them thickened and crackled. He covered her mouth with his, his lips swiping over hers and claiming dominance.
A hot tingle formed in her core and spread within her. She circled her arms around his head, and barely noticed when he eased her on the mattress. Hungry, he stroked her tongue with his, exploring her, savoring her, and making her his in a way that was so organic she had no power over it.
He pulled her blouse over her head, then unclasped her bra, quickly exposing her breasts. Men had never fussed too much over her small breasts, not like she expected otherwise. But to catch him contemplating them, then lower his head to swipe his tongue across them…. A twinge of empowerment made her nerve endings sizzle. He closed his mouth over her tit, then grazed his teeth over her nipple while his free hand delved lower, slipping into her jeans.
She drew in a breath and helped him undo her jeans. He pulled them off and she bucked her hips forward to get rid of them. He switched his attention to her other breast, licking it, and she threw her shoulders back, moaning.
“I love when you touch me,” she said in a low sultry voice she didn’t recognize as her own.
“What else do you love?” He gently bit her nipple, stirring a blend of excitement and pain in her chest.
“Your kisses.”
He licked the valley between her breasts, tracing a path south. “What else?” His voice dropped an octave. He pulled down her underwear and tossed it on the floor.
An extreme lightheadedness took over her, like she had drunk some powerful hard liquor or snorted an illicit drug. “Your tongue,” she whispered. “Inside me.”
“We have a lot in common,” he said, then dipped between her thighs.
She grabbed a handful of sheets, clenching the fabric in sheer anticipation. He teased her, kissing her thighs, his breath whispering over her sex so close she could feel his lips brushing on her most intimate part. “Cole.”
At last, he stroked his tongue onto her bare flesh and outlined her folds. Little circuits of electricity charged through her, a silent warning she’d been waiting for release for too long already. Relentlessly, he played with her, working his tongue in her pussy, sucking her cream like it was the very air he needed to breathe.
