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In a few motions, Cole’s completely dressed again, while I’m still buck naked. The power differential that felt sexy a few minutes ago now just makes me feel vulnerable.
I wrap my arms around myself. “Could you pass me my clothes?”
Cole’s eyes are warm on me. “I don’t think I’ll ever get any work done at that desk again.”
I blush. “Oh come on. I’m sure you’ve...with other women?”
Cole laughs. “Not in my home. Anddefinitelynot in my home office. I think I have a new fetish.”
Well, I wanted to be memorable.
“My sweater?” I remind Cole.
“Here. Wear this instead.” He strips off his shirt and puts it on me. His knuckles brush my bare stomach as he buttons up his shirt. It’s a sweet, chivalrous gesture. The kind he’d make if this thing between us was real.
It also means I get a good look at his chest, andhot damn.He’s lean and strong, with dark hair dusting his chest and leading down to the jeans slung low on his hips.
I almost ask him to take his pants off so I can see the rest of him too. Fair is fair. Cole’s seen all of me.
Instead, I tug the hem of the shirt lower to cover more of me. “This is silly. You could just give me my clothes.”
“Afraid I can’t.” Cole’s face looks gravely serious. And then he cracks a smile. “I’ve got plans for us. And none of them involve you putting your clothes back on. Remember, I’m selfish.”
My stomach flutters and my body pulses.
I stretch, feigning nonchalance. “I don’t know. I’m pretty tired. Maybe I’ll just take my shiny new vibrator and go back to bed.”
“You know, a less secure man might be insulted by that,” Cole says, scooping up the vibrator. Then he winks at me. “But me, I just get ideas.”
“What do you mean...?”
Before I can finish my sentence, Cole scoops me up and throws me over his shoulder, fireman style.
I squirm indignantly. “Cole!”
He grunts and gives my bare bottom a playful smack. “I’m going to have so much fun torturing you, Amelia.”
I shiver and smile, feeling positively giddy, as Cole carries me to the bedroom.
16
COLE
Iwake up the next morning because Amelia’s swearing as she wraps herself in one of my bathrobes.
“Shit. Shit. We’re going to be so fucking late.”
I yawn. “To what?”
“To work! It’s Monday! You didn’t set an alarm.”
I cock an eyebrow. “I absolutely set an alarm.”
She blushes, remembering a very adult game we played last night that involved one of my ties, the alarm clock, and her new vibrator. Basically, Amelia won the game if she could make it fifteen minutes without coming while I tied her up and used her new vibrator on her. Loser went down on the winner.
I wonder if Amelia’s blushing remembering the times she lost. Or the times she won.
I’m getting hard again remembering both. “Amelia. Come back to bed.”
