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surgery. I’ve been frustrated over and over again, and right now I’m furious about it.
Kate and I talk for a few more minutes, but I can’t focus on anything. I need to run ten miles or punch the hell out something. At the end of the call, I assure her I’m okay, when really I feel like smashing everything I can see.
I pace the room and it feels smaller and smaller until I want to scream. It’s getting late when I hear Cole walk past. All this started the minute I came to work here. No wonder Val couldn’t wait to offload all her problems on me and make a break for it.
His bedroom door clicks and my fists clench. It’s his fault. My head’s a mess and my life’s a mess and I was okay before I came here, but now I’m not.
I fling my door open, no plan in my head, no idea what I’m going to say as I storm down the hall and throw his door open without knocking.
He’s naked, standing a little way from the bed, a surprised look on his face. The mirrors. God, I’d forgotten the mirrors, and how much I wanted to see us in them. Now I can see every angle, every ridge of muscle on his body.
His cock twitches at the sight of me, though I’m fully clothed in what I suddenly realize is a yoga pants and stretched out T-shirt combo that is decidedly unsexy.
I’m not powerless. Not at this second when instinct kicks in and my rage channels itself straight at him. I haven’t moved. Haven’t said a word, and yet he’s getting hard. The knowledge of how in control I am in this moment sends thrills through my body, tensing my stomach and lifting the fine hairs on my arms. So much of my life has felt out of my control. People telling me what do, telling me “no”. I want to be the boss for once.
I stay where I am and slide my pants down slowly over my hips and thighs. As I step out of them, I lift my T-shirt and discard that too. Cole takes a step towards me.
“Don’t fucking move,” I tell him. The black lace on my body stands out against my pale skin. I’m about to take it off, but when I reach for the clasp on the front of my bra and Cole licks his lower lip, I toy with the fastening instead.
“Do you want me to take this off?” I demand.
“Yes.” His voice is rough and I can see the desire in his eyes. His cock is erect and his hand moves to it.
“Don’t,” I snap.
I leave the bra on and instead drop my panties to the floor. It makes him suck in a breath. Good , I think. I’m glad you want it so much .
I step over to the bed and perch on the edge of it, directly in front of him. Leaning back on my hands, I open my legs slowly until they’re spread wide. His chest rises and falls faster and he steps forward.
“No.”
There’s a dangerous look in his eye, but he stops. His hands clench and unclench as though he’s trying to restrain himself.
“Beg,” I say.
His jaw twitches. I wonder if Cole Dean has ever been told to beg for it before. I reach down and touch myself.
“Please, Rose,” he says.
“Not like that,” I tell him. “On your knees.”
My reflection comes into view as he steps forward and drops to his knees in front of me. My hair is down across my shoulders, my legs spread on either side of Cole. The muscles in his shoulders flex, and when I look at him, his eyes are on my fingers where they’re moving in circles.
“Please let me, Rose. Please.” His voice is so low I can barely hear, but his eyes are desperate and his hand hovers over his cock again.
“Don’t you dare touch yourself.” I run my fingers into his hair and pull him to me. Inches away, I tilt his head up to make him look me in the eye. “Slowly.”
I let him go and he leans in. I feel his breath, hot over my skin, then he runs his tongue, unbearably softly over my clit. I shudder, leaning back on my elbows. He groans onto my skin, sending delicious vibrations through me and then his mouth keeps moving, kissing, licking, teasing at me. I watch him in the mirror, watch my own body tense, breathing
Kate and I talk for a few more minutes, but I can’t focus on anything. I need to run ten miles or punch the hell out something. At the end of the call, I assure her I’m okay, when really I feel like smashing everything I can see.
I pace the room and it feels smaller and smaller until I want to scream. It’s getting late when I hear Cole walk past. All this started the minute I came to work here. No wonder Val couldn’t wait to offload all her problems on me and make a break for it.
His bedroom door clicks and my fists clench. It’s his fault. My head’s a mess and my life’s a mess and I was okay before I came here, but now I’m not.
I fling my door open, no plan in my head, no idea what I’m going to say as I storm down the hall and throw his door open without knocking.
He’s naked, standing a little way from the bed, a surprised look on his face. The mirrors. God, I’d forgotten the mirrors, and how much I wanted to see us in them. Now I can see every angle, every ridge of muscle on his body.
His cock twitches at the sight of me, though I’m fully clothed in what I suddenly realize is a yoga pants and stretched out T-shirt combo that is decidedly unsexy.
I’m not powerless. Not at this second when instinct kicks in and my rage channels itself straight at him. I haven’t moved. Haven’t said a word, and yet he’s getting hard. The knowledge of how in control I am in this moment sends thrills through my body, tensing my stomach and lifting the fine hairs on my arms. So much of my life has felt out of my control. People telling me what do, telling me “no”. I want to be the boss for once.
I stay where I am and slide my pants down slowly over my hips and thighs. As I step out of them, I lift my T-shirt and discard that too. Cole takes a step towards me.
“Don’t fucking move,” I tell him. The black lace on my body stands out against my pale skin. I’m about to take it off, but when I reach for the clasp on the front of my bra and Cole licks his lower lip, I toy with the fastening instead.
“Do you want me to take this off?” I demand.
“Yes.” His voice is rough and I can see the desire in his eyes. His cock is erect and his hand moves to it.
“Don’t,” I snap.
I leave the bra on and instead drop my panties to the floor. It makes him suck in a breath. Good , I think. I’m glad you want it so much .
I step over to the bed and perch on the edge of it, directly in front of him. Leaning back on my hands, I open my legs slowly until they’re spread wide. His chest rises and falls faster and he steps forward.
“No.”
There’s a dangerous look in his eye, but he stops. His hands clench and unclench as though he’s trying to restrain himself.
“Beg,” I say.
His jaw twitches. I wonder if Cole Dean has ever been told to beg for it before. I reach down and touch myself.
“Please, Rose,” he says.
“Not like that,” I tell him. “On your knees.”
My reflection comes into view as he steps forward and drops to his knees in front of me. My hair is down across my shoulders, my legs spread on either side of Cole. The muscles in his shoulders flex, and when I look at him, his eyes are on my fingers where they’re moving in circles.
“Please let me, Rose. Please.” His voice is so low I can barely hear, but his eyes are desperate and his hand hovers over his cock again.
“Don’t you dare touch yourself.” I run my fingers into his hair and pull him to me. Inches away, I tilt his head up to make him look me in the eye. “Slowly.”
I let him go and he leans in. I feel his breath, hot over my skin, then he runs his tongue, unbearably softly over my clit. I shudder, leaning back on my elbows. He groans onto my skin, sending delicious vibrations through me and then his mouth keeps moving, kissing, licking, teasing at me. I watch him in the mirror, watch my own body tense, breathing
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