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Her eyes zoomed in on the flexing muscles and veins popping out along his biceps as Cole pushed himself up over her. Beneath his tamed and polished exterior, Cole was a fucking animal, and she wanted to be devoured by him.

“I’m not teasing you
yet
. You’ve come twice. I haven’t come at all. I’m merely giving you incentive to stay the full week.”

Rachel raised her thighs to each side of him and squeezed his hips tightly. Pulling herself up against him, she rubbed her piercing against his cotton-covered cock as she parted her mouth. All her efforts were an attempt to alleviate the building pressure between her thighs.

“It’s not going to work,” he informed her as she continued to rub herself all over him. “And, if you come before I do, I’m not going to fuck you tomorrow either.”

Immediately, Rachel stopped.

“Ahh, that got your attention.”

As she released her thighs from around his waist, she stretched them out beside his. “You said it was your turn. If not this, then what?”

“It’s my turn to come.” Lowering his mouth to hers, he softly promised, “And I’m going to mark what’s mine.”

Rachel’s eyes widened as she watched him move his right hand down her body until she felt it between her thighs.

“And what’s mine, Rachel?”

She was about to tell him when his fingers zeroed in on her piercing, and instead, she just moaned.

“That’s right. This.
This
is mine.” Cole ran his fingers between the two little studs.
This is so fucking sexy.
“Look at me,” he demanded as her eyes started to close. “You keep your eyes on mine.”

Moving his hand off her body, he pulled down his boxers over his ass and thighs, and then he moved to thrust his
finally
naked cock against her bare skin.

With his teeth clenched, he let out a hiss of sheer agonizing pleasure at the feel of her skin against his engorged hot flesh. He felt her tense against him, and he knew the minute she felt his own piece of metal slide against her skin. When she shifted, he could tell she was about to try and look down between them.

“Eyes on mine, Rachel. You can look and touch some other time,” he promised gruffly.

He wanted to get inside her so badly that he almost gave up on this insane moment of self-inflicted torture, but the way she was looking at him made him continue. Her eyes were filled with a sense of awe. He didn’t know the source of it though.
My body? How she is feeling? Or maybe the way I’m making her feel?
In any case, the force of her approval drove him to continue.

“Hands above your head.”

Completely in the moment, she showed no hesitation as she reached back over her head and clasped her hands together. As he let his eyes finally drop to her beautiful breasts, he promised himself that they, along with her navel ring calling out to him, were next on the list. Right now though, he needed release, and he needed it now.

Reaching up to where her hands were tightly clenched together, his right hand circled her small wrists as his left palm ran down her side to her hip. He slid his left hand under her ass and pressed her hips up to meet his.

Lowering his forehead to the pillow beside her, he asked, “Do you remember when you were young and inexperienced and holding hands was a thrill? That moment when your date would drive you home and maybe start to kiss you, touch you?”

Rachel groaned and lifted her hips, but he made sure to keep his just out of reach.

“I do. God, I wanted to rub my cock against everything I could find back then, just to make it feel good. That’s what I want to do right now. I want to take you back to before someone hurt you. I want to pretend we’re in the backseat of a car, and I want us to rub up against each other until it’s so fucking good that we just have to come.”

With that, he started to rock his hips against hers. While he sucked her earlobe between his lips, she whimpered as her legs spread farther apart, and she arched up against him. He could feel her juices coating his cock as he slid it back and forth, generating an intimate hot, wet body rub.

“Cole!” she cried out.

She strained against his grip, but he held her wrists tightly as he slid his body against hers. He could feel her hard nipples against his as his piercings abraded them, adding a delicious new thrill to the full body rub, and he could feel her navel ring against his abs. Every single move they made together created a friction that was burning him up to the point of maximum heat.

Finally, he looked down at her to see her blue eyes were watching him closely. Her mouth parted as he thrust against her.

“Please,” she requested on a breathy sigh.

“This is my turn, remember?
You
have to wait for
me
,” he reminded as he felt his body tightening from her plea.

“Cole, please,” she begged again.

And that was all it took.

He closed his eyes, grinding hard against her. As he replayed her voice seeking permission, he felt his climax hit him hard, making his body tense and his spine tingle. He threw his head back and groaned as he came all over her mound and abdomen. When he opened his eyes, he saw two mesmerized blue orbs looking back at him.

Reaching down between them, he ran his fingers over her needy flesh, lubricating them with their juices, as he played with her hood piercing. When he slipped his fingers inside her, she arched her back beneath him, and he lowered his mouth, finally taking one of her nipples between his lips. She thrust her hips against his hand, and within seconds, she came with a loud cry as her body gripped his fingers tight.

Leaning down over her, he bit her bottom lip. “Who does this belong to for the next week?”

Without any hesitation, Rachel replied on a sigh, “You.”

Rachel awoke with a start as her dreams finally caught up to her. Sitting up quickly, she looked around and realized she was not in her own bed.

What the—

Cole. I’m at Cole’s.

She was lying between silk sheets, and she had the most comfortable pillow under her head. Looking around the luxurious room, she noticed it was empty. The sun was peeking through the closed heavy navy curtains, and as she looked at the black alarm clock on the side table, she noticed it was six thirty in the morning.

Yawning, she stretched her arms out over her head and thought back to last night.

Shit! Now, that was an experience
.

Cole Madison sure hadn’t been a disappointment in any way, and he still hadn’t even…well, taken her. No, the stubborn man had given her three mind-blowing orgasms if she included the club, and then dry humped her to one of his own
.

Is it really dry humping when things got so wet and sticky? Ahh, now, there is an important question
, she thought with a small laugh.

She wasn’t complaining. The sheer eroticism of that act with the way he had been staring down at her had elevated the whole you-scratch-my-itch-and-I’ll-scratch-yours to exceptional proportions.

And that reminded Rachel
. Where the hell is he?

She pushed back the covers, swung her legs over the edge, and got out of the king-size bed. She was halfway to the bathroom when the bedroom door opened, and the man in question strode in. Already dressed for the day, he was immaculately put together in black tailored pants and a pressed white shirt. His hair and stubble were all ideally groomed, and around his neck was a bright red tie knotted to perfection.

His eyes zeroed in on her, and she was sure, any moment now, her brain would provide her with the ability to move. However, as it was, she was a prisoner to her fickle mind as he made his way toward her.

As he got closer, Rachel tried to remind herself that he hadn’t done one thing last night to hurt or scare her, but that didn’t stop her from backing up until her naked backside hit the wall. He continued until he was only inches away from her. In the way he seemed to like, he placed both hands on each side of her head.

“Good morning.”

Rachel tilted her head back to meet his gaze full-on. “Morning.”

“It’s not good for you?”

Trying for nonchalance, she shrugged. “Semantics.”

“Semantics, I care about, so I’ll ask you again. Is it a good morning?”

Deciding to go for honesty since she was standing there butt-ass naked, she nodded. “One of the best in a long time.”

“I’m pleased to hear it,” he admitted as he stepped back. “So, what time should I expect you tonight?”

Rachel quickly went over everything she had to do, but she found it was difficult to concentrate while she was so…
jeez, naked!

“Uh, would you mind if we have this conversation after I’m dressed?”

“Yes, I do mind. I actually prefer you naked.”

Rachel scoffed, “Like that’s a huge surprise.”

“So? What time?” he pushed as though she hadn’t even asked a question.

“Well, I only work at the flower shop today until four. Exquisite is closed on Mondays, but I do need to call Mason and tell him I won’t be able to make dinner.” Thinking about that for a moment, she winced at the twenty questions she knew she would get. “Actually, maybe I’ll call Josh.”

“Why Josh?” Cole immediately questioned.

Rachel warily lifted her gaze to him. He seemed to notice her reaction because he rephrased the question.

“I was just curious why you would call him. I didn’t realize you were that close.”

Rachel nodded. “He’s like a brother to me.” She then raised her chin. Challenging him, she asked, “Is that going to be a problem? Because if it is, we might as well forget this whole thing right now.”

Cole moved away and walked over to the clothes valet. He lifted his wallet and slid it into his back pocket. He turned and walked back to her, holding out his phone. “No problem. Why don’t you give him a call?”

Rachel took the phone and looked him in the eye. “I feel weird calling him with no clothes on.”

Cole gave her a look, conveying to her that her lack of clothing was the least of her worries, as he dropped down on his knees before her. “Then, you’re going to feel really weird with what I have planned. Call him, Rachel.”

Looking up at her from where he was kneeling, Cole wondered what the fuck was the matter with him. He needed to get out the door and to the office. But when he had walked into his room to say good-bye, he had seen her standing there, naked, except for the little black ribbon, and his cock had different ideas.

He needed one more taste.

He heard her dial the number, and as she waited, resting up against the wall, she glared down at him. He reached up and flicked the little hood piercing he was now fascinated with. He knew he was a perverted fuck, but as the phone must have connected, he couldn’t help the grin that pulled at his mouth when she realized what just happened.