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Jillian’s frown deepened.
“Just make sureyouremember, dear,” Nora finally said. “And if you want something else, that’s okay, but always be clear with your intentions. It’s less messy.”
Jillian waved away her mother’s concerns as she rose to retrieve her own bottle of water from the fridge. “Warren and I are just friends. Plus, Cole is a grown man who understands that. Trust me. I got this.”
Nora grunted. It revealed her disbelief in just how much her daughter “had it.”
“Night, Ma,” she said, reclaiming her seat and picking up her tablet as her mother took her leave. She searched the internet for Gunther Red and within moments her decision was made. The most recent articles were about a woman claiming he’d held her captive during a drug binge.
“Ohhelllllto the no.” Jillian picked up her phone to politely decline the private chef gig.
Dropping her phone back to the table, Jillian rubbed her bottom lip with her thumb.
Bzzzzzz. Bzzzzzz. Bzzzzzz.
She picked it back up and opened the text from Cole. It was a picture of him in bed. Ready and waiting, if she was willing. She eyed him in all his rugged glory. It was quite a temptation.
Jillian grabbed her devices and turned the lights off in the kitchen before making her way up the stairs to the guest bedroom. It had been hers until she’d gone to college. She removed her warm and toasty fleece pajamas and took a steamy shower. Once dried and then lathered in scented lotion, she eased her body into a slinky satin slip of bright emerald. It fell to her feet as she pulled on gold heels. She freed her curls from a messy topknot to arrange with nimble fingers before glossing her lips. Once she covered her sexy attire with a fluffy ostrich coat in the same green, she grabbed her phone and keys. As she prepared herself for yet another round of passion, the feel of the satin against her nudity was foreplay itself.
She felt sexy. Powerful. And she wanted him. Around her. On her. In her.
Jillian opened the front door and the late fall winds whipped around her, breezing her curls back from her face and tightening her nipples into buds that pressed through the thin material. She paused at the sight of a Mercedes-Benz Sprinter slowing in front of the house.
Cole.
In yet another of his vehicles he rarely drove.
He lowered the window just as surprised to see her leaving her parents’ home as she was to see him pulling up in front of it. She came down the three levels of stairs, ignoring the cold, as she felt the heat of desire rise in her. She motioned with her head for him to park in the driveway.
He did.
When she neared the luxury van with its dark-tinted windows, the side door slid open. Cole was already sitting in the middle of the rear seat, in all black, his knees wide and his lap ready.
She stepped aboard and let her coat slide down her body to puddle at her feet as he closed the door and shuttered them from the frosty air.
He swore as he watched her with his beautiful eyes hooded as she came up the wide aisle to stand before him. His hands gripped her hips and then eased around to cup her soft buttocks. “I was just about to text you to come downstairs,” he said, looking at her as she eased up the skirt of her slip to reveal she was bare beneath it before straddling his hips.
“And I was headed to bring it you,” she whispered against his open mouth before lightly stroking her tongue against his bottom lip.
Cole trembled as he eased a hand over the curve of her bottom to slide his middle finger inside her core. He cried out at the wet feel of her.
Jillian tore at the button and zipper of his pants, glad when he raised his hips for her to jerk them down to his thighs. She freed his hardness. It was hot in her hands as she stroked him from the base to the smooth tip.
Cole sucked one of her nipples into his mouth through the material.
She arched and let her curls tickle her back and shoulders as he wrapped an arm around her waist. He lifted her with ease just to settle her back down on his lap, his hardness inside her.
With a wildness intensified by their desire and their locale, they got lost in their explosive heat and clung to one another as their bodies moved in sync for a fast and furious ride that just had to rock the luxury vehicle on its very wheels.
Cole sat back in his desk chair and crossed his legs as he eyed his brother reading the lengthy report Bobbie Barnett had sent them. He straightened the hem on his lined slacks as he waited for Gabe to finish the full story of their father meeting the mother of their half-brother Lincoln when Phillip was just eighteen and headed off to college. It included a background history on Lincoln and his mother. No stone had been left unturned.
“Bobbie’s thorough,” Gabe said, closing the file and looking up at his brother across his desk in his office at Cress, INC.
“Well worth the costly price,” Cole agreed, shifting his watch on his wrist and arranging the sleeve of his tailored shirt to ensure it showed.
At Gabe’s continued silence, Cole looked up to find his brother eyeing him oddly. “What?” he asked.
“Nice threads,” Gabe said, failing at an attempt to keep from chuckling.
