Page 32 of The Rebel Heir


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The smile he offered each and every person.

A charmer.Hercharmer.

Or at least, he would be again.

She bit the inside of her cheek as she envisioned licking away the sweat dampening his chest. The impulse to be near him and to reconnect with him had been too tempting to deny. The very sight of him flooded her body with that undeniable warmth of love.

Jillian decided that she wanted Cole back in her life, no matter the consequences.

“All right. Thank you. ’Night,” he said to his last customer before sliding the window closed and pressing a button to automatically lower the awning.

“All the bells and whistles,” she said as she finished wiping and sanitizing the stainless-steel countertops. “This is top of the line, Cole.”

He nodded as he removed his apron. “I only like the best of the best,” he said.

“Oh. Well...thank you,” Jillian said with a flirty curtsy.

Cole eyed her for so long with a blank expression that she felt foolish.

She threw her hands up in frustration.

“I was referring to things that are mine,” he said.

“I’m not athing,” she shot back.

“Nor were you mine,” he returned coldly in retaliation.

“I don’tbelongto anyone,” she stated, stressing the word.

Cole smirked and dropped his head as he shook it.

“You treat me like we never shared a year—”

“Are you serious?” He balked with wide-eyed astonishment. “And you treated me any better? Don’t be a hypocrite, Jillian. You chose your career over me—and didn’t give me the respect to talk to me about it first.”

“A big scene wasn’t part of the deal. Be fair,” Jillian said. “We were never meant to be serious.”

Cole took a step closer to her. “What was part of it?” he asked.

Jillian leaned back against the counter as she looked up into his eyes. “What?”

“It. Us. Whatever we were,” he said, his eyes dipping down to her mouth.

She licked at it with the tip of her tongue. “It was just sex. Great sex,” she whispered into the heat rising between them. “No strings. Remember?”

“Oh. I remember. I wish I could forget,” Cole said, looking tortured as he gripped her waist and easily lifted her to sit atop the counter.

She spread her legs and reached to press her hands against his shoulders before gripping his T-shirt. “Cole,” she gasped in that hot little moment before he dipped his head to kiss her mouth.

The first feel of his lips was electrifying. She shivered and clung to him with the jolt as they pressed their upper bodies together and deepened the kiss with a moan that burst with their hunger for one another. With each passing second, their movements rushed—almost wild and desperate as they undressed each other. Unbuttoning. Unzipping. Pulling up, over. Yanking down. Until they were nude. And panting between kisses.

He put hands on either side of her atop the counter as he looked at her with heated eyes. She rubbed his sides with her knees as she leaned in to lick at his lips. He caught her tongue and sucked it deeply into his mouth before releasing it to press kisses to her neck and the deep valley between her breasts.

“Cole,” she moaned in sweet agony, flinging her head back.

Each lick of his tongue against a taut brown nipple made her shiver and cry out.

Each deep suckle led to her arching her back as if to offer him more to taste. To enjoy. To have.

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