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“Leave the bustier on.”
At Cole’s command, Jillian stood before him and unbuttoned her pants before letting the material fall to her feet in a satin puddle. She arched one of her brows and slowly slid her fingers under the rim of her lace panties with the skill of a burlesque dancer. She used tiny rolls of her hips to ease the flimsy lace down around her hips and buttocks.
Cole sat on the bench, leaning back against the foot of the bed as he watched her by the light of the fireplace. She tempted and tantalized him with her slow, sensual movements as they locked eyes. His inches hardened, and stood erect as he ached for her.
Still in her heels, she twirled the flimsy lace on her finger before looping the panties around the tip of his hardness. She smiled and moved forward to stand between his open legs then playfully took a bow that lowered her head near his lap. With her teeth, she nipped her panties and removed them to drop to the floor, leaving the tip of his inches free to be covered with her lips.
Cole arched his hips off the bench at the feel of her tongue tasting him intimately. “Jillian,” he gasped as he pressed his hands to her cheeks and raised her head, afraid he would burst. He wrapped an arm around her waist and drew her forward to sit on his lap. He kissed her deeply, his tongue slowly thrusting in her mouth the same way he wished he could stand his inches doing so.
“Give it to me, Cole,” she pleaded against his mouth, taking his hardness into her hand to grasp and stroke.
“It’s yours,” he told her.
Jillian rose from his lap to lower her core onto him as she gripped the back of his head and licked at his mouth.
“All mine?” she asked, gripping him with her walls.
With one hard upward thrust, he planted all of himself inside her—
Cole awakened from his dream with a start. “Damn,” he swore, sitting upright and looking down at his erection.
Bzzzzzz. Bzzzzzz. Bzzzzzz.
Another dream about Jillian.
Bzzzzzz. Bzzzzzz. Bzzzzzz.
He swore, ignoring his cell phone vibrating on the nightstand with calls from his family. It had awakened him. And now his waking thoughts were filled with Jillian.
That damn bustier of hers is torturing me.
With deep breaths and a wildly pounding heart, he looked around at his hotel suite. And then at his erection. With a grimace, he grabbed a pillow and pressed it against his hardness as he fell back on the bed, unsure if he was more frustrated at still wanting Jillian or at the interruption of his erotic dream of her.
Five
Two weeks later
Jillian used the handle of the pan to rotate it atop the fiery gas range. She grabbed the tall, slender glass of extra-virgin olive oil with her free hand to add it to the root vegetables she was sautéing. Quickly she set it down and grabbed a large pinch of pink salt to sprinkle across the baby carrots, sliced parsnips, leeks and matchstick-sliced rutabagas.
“Three-root-vegetable soup ready, chef,” her sous chef called over to her.
She nodded as she turned and used tongs to divide the veggies atop three bowls of puréed soup carefully layered with the flavors of garlic, onion, chicken broth, butter and turmeric. “Run the dish,” she ordered, wiping her hands with the dishtowel tucked into the pocket of her monogrammed chef’s coat.
“Yes, chef!”
She turned back to the stove and wasn’t sure who had obeyed her order as she’d turned it off. Their night at CRESS III was over. Now it was about cleanup and minor prep for the next evening. She allowed herself a smile and a deep exhale of breath, more than ready for a glass of red wine as she sat on her balcony and enjoyed the view.
And try not to think about Cole.
Better said than done.
Against the odds, she had fallen in love over her year of lascivious encounters with Cole. She hadn’t planned it. Hadn’t even fathomed it possible. She had been wrong. With each passing day now, sheknewshe loved him, but equally knew that she would keep her distance and allow the love to fade with time.
Between his anger at her and her reluctance for a serious relationship, loving him was futile.
And so very foolish.
“Chef, may I have a word with you?”
