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“It’s okay to bend the rules, Layna,” he whispers. “No one needs to know. It can be our little secret. Just say the word and I’ll have my face buried between those pretty thighs in a heartbeat.”
I can picture the scene he’s describing. His head between my legs. His mouth on me. I want it so badly. He knows it, too. But he won’t do anything unless I say the words. It’s frustrating, but it’s also sexy as hell. It makes me feel powerful. No man has ever given me so much control in the bedroom. Hell, most of the ones I’ve been with have barely concerned themselves with whether I came. But Cole? He’s so focused on my pleasure that I don’t have a doubt that he could have me coming in less than two minutes if he wanted to. He knows my body that well. So, why am I hesitating? These boxes will still be here in an hour. Or even two.
“Let me taste you, Layna.”
That one sentence is the final straw. What woman could hold out against that? Not me, that’s for certain.
“Cole,” I whisper.
“Yes?”
“Okay.”
“Okay, what?” he asks. “Tell me.”
I let out a little frustrated sigh. He’s going to make me say it. Fine.
“Make me come, Cole. Please.”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
His hand immediately moves lower, sliding down between my legs. He lets out an appreciative growl when he finds me wet and ready.
“So wet, counselor. Is this all for me?”
“You know it is,” I whisper, turning my head to capture his lips with mine as his fingers slip inside me.
Cole’s other hand comes up to hold my jaw, keeping my face turned toward his as he kisses me. His tongue tangles with mine as his fingers slide in and out of me, filling and stretching me before spreading the wetness up over my sensitive clit. I gasp against his mouth at the zing of pleasure from that simple touch. His fingers slide over my clit over and over, driving me closer to the edge with every stroke. I’m so turned on I know it won’t take long for him to make me come.
I moan against his mouth, reaching one hand up to tangle my fingers in his hair. Before I can completely lose myself in Cole’s kiss and what he’s doing with his fingers, he pulls out of me and spins me around to face him. With his hands on my waist, he walks me backwards until I feel the kitchen counter at my back.
“What—”
But I don’t get a chance to finish my question before Cole lifts me up and sets me on the counter. He sinks to his knees and looks up at me, a devilish grin on his face.
“I said I wanted to taste you. So, let me.”
As if I would stop him.
I expect him to pull my panties off, but instead he hooks a finger under the lace and yanks them to one side before lowering his mouth to plant an open-mouthed kiss on my exposed flesh. I gasp as I watch his tongue dart out to lick me. He’s almost casual about the gesture, as if he’s got all the time in the world. I want to urge him on, to beg him to focus on my clit and make me come. But I can do nothing but watch his slow, languid movements.
It's clear that he’s enjoying himself. Each time his tongue brushes my clit, I shiver, and a small gasp escapes me. And each time, Cole’s mouth quirks up into a little grin. He’s loving this. He’s getting off on teasing me. And I can’t help myself. I love it, too. Normally, I’d be impatient. I’d want to come as fast and hard as possible. But right now, I can’t look away from Cole’s face between my legs, his mouth on me.
It’s the middle of the afternoon. Sunlight streams through the open curtains and casts a golden glow on him where he kneels between my thighs. He looks like some sort of wicked angel, sent down to pleasure unsuspecting women with his impossibly skilled mouth. I have the ridiculous thought that if my old coworkers could see me now, they wouldn’t recognize me. The Layna I’d been before would never have stopped in the middle of a task to let someone eat her pussy on the kitchen counter. It feels so deliciously wrong and dirty, but in the sexiest way possible. I gasp again as his tongue brushes my clit. This time, he doesn’t stop at a quick flick of his tongue. He circles it, starting up a rhythm that has me moaning and my eyes falling closed.
“Oh, god,” I moan.
His mouth leaves me, and my eyes shoot open to glare at him.
“Don’t stop,” I gasp.
“Eyes on me, Layna,” he says. “I want all of you.”
The intensity in his gaze is almost overwhelming, but I keep my eyes on his. Unable to speak, I just nod my understanding. I can give him this. I can do whatever he demands as long as he doesn’t stop. When he’s sure he has my entire focus, he lowers his head again. His tongue moves faster now, sliding and swirling against my clit in tight little circles until I’m gasping. Every muscle in my body is tense and I can feel myself ready to break. It feels like every nerve ending in my body has come alive and is centered on that single spot between my legs.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan.
My body is wracked with tiny tremors, and I can see the determined light in Cole’s eyes as he grips my thighs, spreading me open so he can feast. He wants this as much as I do. That knowledge spurs me on, sending me closer to the edge of oblivion. The pleasure in my center builds higher, coiling tighter, ready to detonate. That’s when I feel Cole slide two thick fingers inside me, his attention on my clit never wavering. He pumps his fingers in and out, in time with the rhythmic slide of his tongue against my clit. That’s all it takes.
