name so loudly that every single person within a ten-mile radius knows what it fucking is.”
Her painted lips parted as she bravely raised a hand, laying it on the left side of his chest.
“You know, for a man so immaculately dressed, your mouth is filthy, and your manners are terrible.”
Looking down at her hand, Cole watched as it moved to the buttons of his vest. “I don’t really think it’s my manners that you’re interested in.”
“Well, obviously not since you lack even the basic ones,” she fired right back, flicking the first button out of its hole. “You promised you wouldn’t touch me,” she stated, looking up at him. “Will you keep that promise?”
Cole acknowledged her question with a slight nod as he placed his arms behind his back. “I will. But are you ready for what is about to happen here?”
Her eyes narrowed as she freed the second button. “And what exactly is that? I get you out of your suit and do what I like. It’s not rocket science, is it?”
Opening the final button, she boldly placed both hands against his stomach and spread the vest apart.
That was when Cole cautioned her for the last time. “No, it’s not rocket science, but be careful, Rachel. Everything isn’t always as it appears.”
Solid—that’s what he is. Solid, tight muscle under this perfect white shirt. Huh, who knew?
“Stop talking in circles. What are you saying? You aren’t as you appear?” Rachel quipped as she moved around behind him. “You aren’t the man in a three-piece suit and shiny shoes?”
“I am,” he admitted, turning his head to follow her as she removed the vest down his left arm. When their eyes met, in a voice so seductive it set off alarm bells, he added, “But I’m also so much more.”
What the hell is that supposed to mean? Rachel thought when she finally removed the vest and placed it with his coat on the counter. Coming back to stand before him, Rachel cocked her head to the side with more attitude than was probably wise. “You want to back out?” she asked undaunted.
“Not even a little bit. I’m just trying to play fair,” he informed.
His expression made Rachel nervous. The man was so confusing. Maybe he was trying to tell her he didn’t believe he could keep his hands off her.
“Are you sure about this? Because if you touch me, I’m out of here.”
“I told you, Rachel. I will not touch you until you ask.”
Satisfied, she smoothed her hands across his tight abdomen again as she inched toward the buttons of his shirt. Looking at him from beneath her lashes, she tugged the material, freeing it from his pants, and she smiled when she heard him take in a breath.
“Nervous?” she asked.
“No, but would you like to remove my tie? It makes taking off my shirt that much easier.”
Rachel released the shirt and gripped the end of the tie. Wrapping it around her hand, she pulled on it until he was leaning down, just an inch away from her, and then she decided to tell him exactly what she was thinking. “I like the tie. I’ve never fucked a man in a tie.”
Cole observed her as she stood perilously close to him with his tie secured around her palm. It was amusing that she believed she held the control in this scenario.
“And you aren’t going to tonight either.”
“No?” she asked, licking her bottom lip that was now very close to his.
“No. I said you could take off my clothes, not fuck me. What kind of man do you think I am, Rachel?”
Her sultry eyes connected with his as she moved in even closer. Finally, she pressed her lips right beside his. “Bet I can change your mind,” she murmured.
He turned his head, so their lips were now aligned, and he could smell her sweet breath and cherries. “I bet you can’t.”
Annoyed with him and possibly herself, she pushed him away, releasing his tie.
“So, why are you here then?”
Cole reached up and loosened his now mangled tie. “I told you that I would come back here, so you could get
Her painted lips parted as she bravely raised a hand, laying it on the left side of his chest.
“You know, for a man so immaculately dressed, your mouth is filthy, and your manners are terrible.”
Looking down at her hand, Cole watched as it moved to the buttons of his vest. “I don’t really think it’s my manners that you’re interested in.”
“Well, obviously not since you lack even the basic ones,” she fired right back, flicking the first button out of its hole. “You promised you wouldn’t touch me,” she stated, looking up at him. “Will you keep that promise?”
Cole acknowledged her question with a slight nod as he placed his arms behind his back. “I will. But are you ready for what is about to happen here?”
Her eyes narrowed as she freed the second button. “And what exactly is that? I get you out of your suit and do what I like. It’s not rocket science, is it?”
Opening the final button, she boldly placed both hands against his stomach and spread the vest apart.
That was when Cole cautioned her for the last time. “No, it’s not rocket science, but be careful, Rachel. Everything isn’t always as it appears.”
Solid—that’s what he is. Solid, tight muscle under this perfect white shirt. Huh, who knew?
“Stop talking in circles. What are you saying? You aren’t as you appear?” Rachel quipped as she moved around behind him. “You aren’t the man in a three-piece suit and shiny shoes?”
“I am,” he admitted, turning his head to follow her as she removed the vest down his left arm. When their eyes met, in a voice so seductive it set off alarm bells, he added, “But I’m also so much more.”
What the hell is that supposed to mean? Rachel thought when she finally removed the vest and placed it with his coat on the counter. Coming back to stand before him, Rachel cocked her head to the side with more attitude than was probably wise. “You want to back out?” she asked undaunted.
“Not even a little bit. I’m just trying to play fair,” he informed.
His expression made Rachel nervous. The man was so confusing. Maybe he was trying to tell her he didn’t believe he could keep his hands off her.
“Are you sure about this? Because if you touch me, I’m out of here.”
“I told you, Rachel. I will not touch you until you ask.”
Satisfied, she smoothed her hands across his tight abdomen again as she inched toward the buttons of his shirt. Looking at him from beneath her lashes, she tugged the material, freeing it from his pants, and she smiled when she heard him take in a breath.
“Nervous?” she asked.
“No, but would you like to remove my tie? It makes taking off my shirt that much easier.”
Rachel released the shirt and gripped the end of the tie. Wrapping it around her hand, she pulled on it until he was leaning down, just an inch away from her, and then she decided to tell him exactly what she was thinking. “I like the tie. I’ve never fucked a man in a tie.”
Cole observed her as she stood perilously close to him with his tie secured around her palm. It was amusing that she believed she held the control in this scenario.
“And you aren’t going to tonight either.”
“No?” she asked, licking her bottom lip that was now very close to his.
“No. I said you could take off my clothes, not fuck me. What kind of man do you think I am, Rachel?”
Her sultry eyes connected with his as she moved in even closer. Finally, she pressed her lips right beside his. “Bet I can change your mind,” she murmured.
He turned his head, so their lips were now aligned, and he could smell her sweet breath and cherries. “I bet you can’t.”
Annoyed with him and possibly herself, she pushed him away, releasing his tie.
“So, why are you here then?”
Cole reached up and loosened his now mangled tie. “I told you that I would come back here, so you could get
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