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He reaches under my thighs, cradling my ass and pulling me into him and I cry out. It makes him work faster, his tongue dancing over hypersensitive skin. I fall back, breathless, all the pent up rage working its way into the coiled tension in my body. Cole sucks me into his mouth and my back arches off the bed, tensing, tensing, until I orgasm incredible waves of release.
When I open my eyes, Cole is kneeling over me on the bed, his muscles tight, his hair a sexy mess.
“Rose.” His voice is ragged now. “I want you.”
I push up onto one elbow and we crash together, his mouth hot and urgent on mine. I run my hands hard over his back, his arms, his ass, his chest, everywhere except where I can feel his body begging me to. And I want to touch him and I want him inside me, I’m burning with the thought of it.
He slips a hand between my legs and groans.
“Please,” he begs. His body is straining to mine and he digs his fingers into my hips, pulling me close.
I let him get just near enough that he can feel how wet I am. His cock is hot and hard against me, pressing at my entrance until he cries out, “Rose, I’m going to lose my mind.”
“Good,” I whisper. I push him away onto his back and kiss and bite my way down his chest. My mouth hovers over his dick and it pulses with how much he wants me. I smile his own wicked smile back up at him and when he realizes I’m not going to do it, he pushes himself up again. His muscles shift under me as he moves. I push my hands into his hair, kissing him hard, moving away every time he tries desperately to get inside me.
Over his shoulder, my reflection stares back at me, hair mussed, eyes filled with desire. I’ve never seen myself like this.
The image of my naked back and ass bounces back from the mirror wall behind me. Cole’s hands are on my hips, his skin dark against mine and I can see what I’m doing to him, the sheen of sweat on his body and the way he’s tensed under me.
“You like that?” he says in my ear. “You like the mirrors?”
He suddenly wraps an arm around my waist, lifting me up and moving me around so he’s behind me. It takes my breath away how strong he is.
“Watch,” he says, tilting my head to the side as he moves my legs apart. He’s frantic with wanting and I’m so wet I can’t hold him back any more. I see his hard length slide into me at the same time as I feel it.
“Fuck, that’s so good,” he chokes out.
Cole’s eyes are wild, his hands pulling me back into him. I moan and he thrusts harder and harder until I can hardly hold myself up anymore. He leans forward, pulling me upright, his hands on my breasts as he adjusts his angle, fucking me over and over.
When he pushes me up against the mirror, my nipples touch the cold surface and I watch myself come, my hands clenching into fists as I explode.
I twist away from Cole and slide off the bed fast, sparing one look back at him as I walk away. His cock is hard and slick, his expression shocked.
“What’s the problem, Cole?” I say, as I open the door. “It’s just sex.”
Chapter Seven
Turns out that press junkets are utterly manic and totally exhausting, and that’s just from my point of view as Cole’s assistant. I never realized what it must be like for the journalists, never mind the actors and director. But today, I’m learning. While I’ve been running around fetching water and coffee or standing at the back of the room trying not to get in the way, at least a hundred journalists have been herded through the room, where they then get three minutes to hurl the same questions at the screenwriter on Cole’s right, Cole himself, Kenzie on his left and the director sitting next to her.
They’re doing promo for the second film in the trilogy while they’re filming the third instalment. And I’ve seen Cole unleash his devastating charm approximately ninety times so far this afternoon. I’ve been trying not to stare at him, but
He reaches under my thighs, cradling my ass and pulling me into him and I cry out. It makes him work faster, his tongue dancing over hypersensitive skin. I fall back, breathless, all the pent up rage working its way into the coiled tension in my body. Cole sucks me into his mouth and my back arches off the bed, tensing, tensing, until I orgasm incredible waves of release.
When I open my eyes, Cole is kneeling over me on the bed, his muscles tight, his hair a sexy mess.
“Rose.” His voice is ragged now. “I want you.”
I push up onto one elbow and we crash together, his mouth hot and urgent on mine. I run my hands hard over his back, his arms, his ass, his chest, everywhere except where I can feel his body begging me to. And I want to touch him and I want him inside me, I’m burning with the thought of it.
He slips a hand between my legs and groans.
“Please,” he begs. His body is straining to mine and he digs his fingers into my hips, pulling me close.
I let him get just near enough that he can feel how wet I am. His cock is hot and hard against me, pressing at my entrance until he cries out, “Rose, I’m going to lose my mind.”
“Good,” I whisper. I push him away onto his back and kiss and bite my way down his chest. My mouth hovers over his dick and it pulses with how much he wants me. I smile his own wicked smile back up at him and when he realizes I’m not going to do it, he pushes himself up again. His muscles shift under me as he moves. I push my hands into his hair, kissing him hard, moving away every time he tries desperately to get inside me.
Over his shoulder, my reflection stares back at me, hair mussed, eyes filled with desire. I’ve never seen myself like this.
The image of my naked back and ass bounces back from the mirror wall behind me. Cole’s hands are on my hips, his skin dark against mine and I can see what I’m doing to him, the sheen of sweat on his body and the way he’s tensed under me.
“You like that?” he says in my ear. “You like the mirrors?”
He suddenly wraps an arm around my waist, lifting me up and moving me around so he’s behind me. It takes my breath away how strong he is.
“Watch,” he says, tilting my head to the side as he moves my legs apart. He’s frantic with wanting and I’m so wet I can’t hold him back any more. I see his hard length slide into me at the same time as I feel it.
“Fuck, that’s so good,” he chokes out.
Cole’s eyes are wild, his hands pulling me back into him. I moan and he thrusts harder and harder until I can hardly hold myself up anymore. He leans forward, pulling me upright, his hands on my breasts as he adjusts his angle, fucking me over and over.
When he pushes me up against the mirror, my nipples touch the cold surface and I watch myself come, my hands clenching into fists as I explode.
I twist away from Cole and slide off the bed fast, sparing one look back at him as I walk away. His cock is hard and slick, his expression shocked.
“What’s the problem, Cole?” I say, as I open the door. “It’s just sex.”
Chapter Seven
Turns out that press junkets are utterly manic and totally exhausting, and that’s just from my point of view as Cole’s assistant. I never realized what it must be like for the journalists, never mind the actors and director. But today, I’m learning. While I’ve been running around fetching water and coffee or standing at the back of the room trying not to get in the way, at least a hundred journalists have been herded through the room, where they then get three minutes to hurl the same questions at the screenwriter on Cole’s right, Cole himself, Kenzie on his left and the director sitting next to her.
They’re doing promo for the second film in the trilogy while they’re filming the third instalment. And I’ve seen Cole unleash his devastating charm approximately ninety times so far this afternoon. I’ve been trying not to stare at him, but
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