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Just as the thought entered her head, he looked down with sharp, intelligent eyes, and Rachel found herself moistening from the look he aimed her way.

“Is there a problem?” he inquired.

His tone was so arrogant that Rachel should have found it annoying, but instead, it made her want to hike up her skirt and beg him to take her.
Rather than doing that though, she shook her head and rose up on her knees. Slipping her fingers into his swimwear, she pulled it down over his hips and let them fall to the floor where he stepped out of them. That was when she found herself face-to-face with his
very
impressive erection and a bold Prince Albert piercing.

Knowing, feeling, and
seeing
were three totally different experiences, and in this moment, Rachel was paralyzed. The straining hard flesh in front of her was tipped with what looked like a ten-gauge curved stainless steel barbell that was currently glistening from the pool water and a small bead of pre-cum.

Just as she was about to lean forward and flick her tongue over it, she felt a hand cup the back of her head and grip her hair. Cole pulled her head back, so she was looking up at him.

He shook his head at her. “Your request was to see it, and the promise was you could look at it. I believe both have been met.”

As his words penetrated her lust-addled brain, she felt him tug gently on her hair.

“Stand up,” he instructed.

After getting to her feet, she almost stumbled as he walked her back to the wall where he pushed the button beside her for the elevator. That was when it hit Rachel
. Oh shit! Roles are reversed. I’m completely clothed, and Cole…well, he is one hundred percent gloriously naked
.

As he stood in front of her, pinning her to the wall with his stare, he didn’t seem to notice or care at all.

Cole was barely keeping it together as he waited for the elevator to arrive. He was taking a gamble that no one would be in it, but at this stage, he didn’t really give a shit.

“Uh, you’re naked,” Rachel pointed out cautiously as the elevator arrived.

He couldn’t help the insolent grin that came across his face as she wriggled out from between him and the solid surface. When she scurried into the empty lift, he sauntered in behind her and pushed the button to his floor. He turned to rest against the back wall and tugged her in front of him.

“Good thing this dress has a full skirt then, wouldn’t you say?” He gripped her hips and pulled her back, so her ass was pressed up against his stiff cock. He blew a gentle breath against her ear and smoothed a palm around her to play with the bow at her waist. “What do you have on under this skirt?”

Taking a swift breath, she revealed, “Nothing.”

Cole’s hand tightened on her waist as his cock flexed. He was dying to get inside her. “Really?”

He watched her silky black hair as she nodded.

“You told me to always act like you are above me and about to slide inside me, so I figured you’d prefer nothing in your way.”

She is going to fucking kill me
, Cole thought as he felt his chest tighten.

Thank God his condo was only two floors down. When the elevator reached his floor, the doors opened, and he shifted his hand to where the skirt covered her bare mound.

Pressing his palm to it, he promised her, “As soon as we’re inside my front door, I am going to lift this skirt, and I am going to fuck you. Before we get there, is there anything I should know?”

He released his hand and urged her forward into the hall. When he realized she hadn’t yet replied, he asked, “Rachel? Do I need to get protection?”

She finally glanced back over her shoulder. With eyes as dark as a stormy night, she shook her head. “I’m safe and on birth control.”

Watching as her eyes took in his tense body, he pushed off the wall and stepped out of the elevator. He pulled her back against him again.

“Good because I can’t wait to feel you hot and tight around my cock. Now, stick close, would you? I don’t mind the whole floor seeing my ass, but
this
,” he emphasized, pushing himself hard against her skirt-covered ass, “I’d rather keep between us.”

Breathe. I have to remember to breathe
, Rachel told herself over and over as they made their way down the hall. She could feel Cole’s overheated body pressed to every inch of her back, and she was still unable to comprehend that the man was walking down the hall completely naked.

More to the point, I’m missing out on seeing it!

When they got to his door, he reached around her and turned the doorknob. He had obviously left it unlocked while he had been upstairs. As he pushed it open, Rachel’s eyes zoomed in on the door, wooden side table, and wall. Suddenly, she found all the oxygen had left her lungs.

Where? Where is he going to take me?

“Three steps forward, eyes front.”

His commanding rumble penetrated her thoughts. In heightened anticipation, she licked her lips and made her feet move. Three steps in, she heard the door shut behind her before a large hand immediately grabbed her right forearm and spun her around.

With her breath stuck in her throat, her eyes found Cole’s as he yanked her to him. He marched her backward until her ass hit the side table. Reaching around her, he swept his arm across it, and several things—she couldn’t have said what they were—clattered to the ground.

His eyes, blistering and possessive, riveted hers as he gripped her hips and hitched her up on the table, pushing his way between her thighs. With a hand around her waist, he pulled her close to him and crushed his mouth down on top of hers.

Parting her lips on a guttural moan, Rachel gripped his shoulders while he continued to press himself directly against her heated core. He squeezed her waist and then trailed his left hand down to her naked calf. He slid it back up over her knee and moved effortlessly under her skirt. His fingers burrowed deeper between her bare upper thighs, urging them further apart.

Raising his hungry mouth away from her, he kept his eyes on hers as he drew her knees wide. Following his lead, Rachel spread her legs without uttering a word. When he took his other arm from around her waist and slid it up her other leg, Rachel leaned back against the wall and let her eyes slide closed in ecstasy.

Pushing the skirt up and out of his way, he slid his large palms around to her naked hips, letting out a low curse. Her eyes flew open as he gripped her tightly and tugged her right to the edge of the table. Clenching his jaw, he removed his hand from her waist to fist his cock. He lined himself up, and with one solid thrust, he finally slid deep inside her.

With a loud moan, Rachel cried out as he wrapped his right arm back around her waist. Gripping her leg in his other hand, he hitched it up and over his naked ass. Not releasing her from his molten gaze, he flexed his hips, and as the force of his thrust pushed into her, Rachel felt the wall behind her. With her skirt rucked up around them, Cole’s muscles strained and bunched as he pounded into her.

As her eyes slid closed, Rachel’s last thought was that she was losing her mind. Enjoying the ride, she held on for dear life.

Cole’s cock had found heaven, and it never planned to leave.

As Rachel sat, spread wide apart on his foyer side table, he couldn’t help the way he went at her like a starving man.

With her skirt up around her waist and those prim little shoes thumping against his ass with every thrust he made, his brain was telling him that this was everything he had ever wanted. As he continued to power into her, he wanted to scream,
Mine, mine! You are fucking mine!

He could feel her nails digging into his shoulders, and he welcomed the pain as he quickly found himself losing his grip on reality. He moved the hand around her waist to slide in under her skirt. Tightly squeezing her bare ass, Cole lifted her up to get his other hand under her as well. Once he had a firm grasp on both her ass cheeks, he quickly pulled her down onto his cock, and then he stilled, waiting for her to open her eyes.

It didn’t take long. The minute she realized he had stopped moving, her eyes snapped open, and he nodded once.

“I just wanted to make sure I had your attention and that we are now clear about me wanting you here.”

With that, he crushed his mouth back down on top of hers. He pulled out of her slowly and then tugged her hips forward, sliding back inside. Penetrating her deeper than before, she cried out against his lips while Cole firmly held on to her ass. Her thighs clenched around his hips as she pulled herself forward to meet every thrust. Using his cock in the most delicious way, she got closer and closer to that moment when—

Her eyes flew open, locking with his, as he felt her pussy grip him like a hot silk fist. She screamed his name, and that was all he had been waiting for. Cole steadied his legs and then hammered into her as her fingers came down over his chest, tracing the outline of the wolf tattooed on his pec.

Her sultry eyes came up to meet his, and while his hot cock pounded inside her, the sex bomb arched her brow. Licking her glistening lips, she gave him a smile so full of sex. He almost cried as she reached out and twisted hard on one of his nipple piercings. Clenching her ass, Cole threw his head back and came with a loud shout as he thought to himself,
Who the fuck won that round?

Rachel stood barefoot in front of a glass sliding door that opened out onto a balcony. The night had closed in on downtown Chicago, and lights were twinkling in the distance on the lake.

Cole had told her to make herself at home as he had walked down to his bedroom to put on some clothes
. He probably meant a three-piece suit
, Rachel thought, feeling a mischievous laugh leave her swollen lips. It’s not that she was complaining about anything because when that suit came off…
Wow.
Just wow.

The man was a walking contradiction. During the day, he was completely put together, not a single blond hair out of place, but after hours, she was finding that there was a lot more to Cole than she had originally suspected. The tattoos, five in total as far as she was aware, were enough of a shock, but the piercings were what made Rachel’s mind spin.