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Cole was trying to remind himself that this was not the time or the place, but as Rachel leaned into him and squeezed his rapidly growing cock, he was having a hard time remembering anything at all.

Reaching down to cover her hand with one of his own, he pressed her palm harder against his throbbing frustration as he flexed his hips forward. “Around you, Rachel, I’ll admit that I find it close to impossible to remain decent.”

“Who said I wanted you to be decent?” she challenged as she licked her plump bottom lip, reminding him of exactly what she wanted to do to him.

Removing his hand from hers, he reached out and cupped the back of her neck, tugging her forward. “Go and get your coat or whatever else you need before I forget my manners.”

Still stroking him, Rachel let her eyes fall closed. “What are you doing to me? I can’t seem to think of anything but having you naked against me.”

Cole had no idea, but he knew she was doing it to him, too. He was a second away from bending her over the prep table and taking her, but that wouldn’t happen. He wanted her in private, and he wanted it as soon as possible.

Placing his mouth on hers, he licked her top lip and sucked it between his lips. As she continued to palm him through his pants, he groaned against her mouth and released her lip. “Get your things, and I’ll meet you in the dining room.” With that, he stepped away from temptation and moved out into the empty space, gathering and hanging on to what little control he had left.

Rachel was left standing in the kitchen, aroused and shaking. She didn’t know how he did it, but Cole had the ability to make her lose her ever-loving mind. All he had to do was glance in her direction, and she’d forget that she had specific plans for him or ideas of her own when it came to getting naked.
Yep, one look from him, and I’m a useless, horny mess.

It should have bugged the hell out of her, but the more she gave in, the more she was learning to enjoy that side of herself again. It had been a long time since she had given herself permission to do that.

Moving back into her office, she stripped out of her smock and grabbed her sweater, tugging it on over her head. After she picked up her bag and switched off all the lights, she ran over to the fridge and pushed the large stainless steel door to the side. Reaching in to the third shelf, she grabbed a small clear container, and with a grin, she put it in a brown paper bag and closed the fridge.

Oh yes, this will be just perfect.

When they reached the condo at around one thirty in the morning, Cole let her in and took her coat from her. He couldn’t help but admire the tight fit of her purple turtleneck as she moved down his hall into the living room. It fit her like a second skin, and he wanted to see what was under it sooner rather than later.

Shrugging out of his coat and suit jacket, he hung them both on the coatrack and walked through the room to find her over by his microwave.

“Do you mind if I use this?” she questioned as she pushed the button to open the door.

Frowning, Cole moved to the opposite side of the island and took a seat on one of the bar stools. “Go right ahead. Did you bring home a late-night snack?”

She placed a microwavable container in the center, closed the door, and hit the button to start it, and then the microwave hummed to life. She turned back to face him, and without answering, she crossed the kitchen area toward him. He found his eyes slide down from the high neckline of her sweater to her firm perky breasts and tight abdomen.

“See something you like?” Her tone of her voice indicated that she knew he liked everything he was looking at.

Oh yes.
If his rigid cock was any kind of indicator, it would seem this feisty side of her worked for him quite a lot.

“I don’t know why, but that top is really flicking my switch right now,” he admitted as he reached up to tug his tie loose.

“No, don’t,” Rachel told him as she rounded the kitchen island.

Keeping his eyes focused on the woman moving closer to him, Cole reminded her in a firm tone, “I don’t think you have been paying attention to how this works, Rachel. If you want something from me, ask me. Nicely.”

As she stopped in front of him, Rachel raised her eyes to his. She seemed to realize she had overstepped her line. “
Please
don’t take off your tie. I like it.”

Cole wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her forward. “What’s in the microwave?” he asked again, more curious now than ever.

“A surprise. Where’s that patience of yours?”

“So, you aren’t going to tell me then?”

Giving him a mischievous look, she shook her head. “Nope.”

“Troublemaker,” he accused lightly before reverting back to the statement she had made just moments ago. “What do you like about my tie?” As her breathing came harder, he pushed, “The fact that it makes me look—” He had been about to say
educated
, but she interrupted with a word that just about had him falling off the stool.

“Civilized.”

Cole felt his shoulders tense at the implications she was throwing his way.
So, what is she trying to tell me? That she knows I’m not really civilized? Fuck, she is going to kill me.

“Lift your arms, Rachel,” he ordered in a tone that was almost a growl as he released her.

Immediately, she did as she was told, raising her arms above her head, and then she stood there, waiting for him. He gripped the hem of her sweater, peeled it off, and tossed it to the side, leaving her in a tiny black tank top, and from what Cole could tell, a lacy bra.

As she lowered her arms, Cole fingered the strap. “You don’t think I’m civilized, Rachel?”

Her breasts began rising and falling more rapidly, and as he stroked a finger down her right arm, she jumped as the microwave beeped loudly.

He gave her a look that screamed,
Well? Answer the question
.

She swallowed deeply, and with a slight tremble in her voice, she replied, “I think you can be.”

Cole lowered his head until they were eye-to-eye. “That’s an interesting choice of words. You think I can be…but? That is definitely an answer that is screaming for further explanation. Lift,” he instructed again. Gripping her tank top, he tugged it up and pulled it off of her as well.

Tossing it aside, Cole kept his eyes on hers as he brought his finger down to trace the see-through material cupping the curve of her breast. “So?” he pushed, his voice calm while his cock pounded between his legs. “You think I can be civilized, but—”

Her mouth parted, and her eyes were starting to glaze over in that delicious lust-crazed way. “But I don’t want you to be,” she admitted.

Rachel bit back a whimper as Cole’s fingers pulled the black lace away from her sensitive breasts. As he sat on the bar stool with his long legs spread apart with her standing between them, she felt her pussy tighten and her body moisten at the picture he made. He was so refined in his black pants, shirt, and tie, but he was looking at her like he wanted to fuck her into next week, and Rachel couldn’t help the way her body was responding.

When her breasts were free, he cupped her in his palms and lowered his head. Without any teasing at all, he took one of her hard nipples between his lips and sucked. Gripping his head, she pulled him tight to her chest as he repeatedly flicked his tongue over the hard tip.

She groaned loudly, pushing her flesh harder against his lips. “Cole,” she sighed as she spread her fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp as he continued his sensual torment.

She could feel his other hand as it slid up her back, and suddenly, her bra was loose and free. He pulled it from her and threw it behind him. Moving back a little, he reached up with both hands, plumping her breasts up to him like a meal, before he lowered his mouth to the neglected tip. He made sure to keep their eyes connected as he licked the tight, hard flesh. The sexy dark glint in his eyes was just as effective as if his fingers were sliding between her thighs. She felt her panties grow damp from his seductive play.

“Your breasts are fucking perfect, Rachel.” He sat back and pushed them together again. “I want to slide my cock between them.”

Rachel couldn’t help the small gasp that came from her mouth at the image of his hot thick cock pushing between her breasts while that piercing brushed close by her lips with every thrust he would make.

Oh yes, please. Can we do that?

Although she said nothing, her thought must have been stamped across her face because Cole’s talented lips stretched into a taut smirk. She knew his next words would be nothing short of a hot, sensual promise.

“You like that idea. I can tell.” With a clever finger, he flicked her hard nipple. “Some other time. Right now, if I’m not mistaken, you asked to taste.”

Rachel stood motionless as Cole got up off the stool and reached forward to the four buttons on her pants.

As his big hands undid them, he asked her again, “What’s in the microwave, Rachel?”

Blinking once, she was brought back to reality and her original plan. Taking a step back, she asked him
nicely
, “You’re like a dog with a bone, aren’t you? May I?”

Cole frowned, clearly intrigued, as she stepped away from him. He nodded, and Rachel couldn’t help the grin that hit her lips, knowing what was about to follow. Naked from the waist up, she moved back to the microwave, opened it, and pulled out the container.

When she turned around, she found that Cole had moved, and he was now on her side of the island. In fact, he was standing right behind her. Almost running into him, Rachel squeaked as he looked down into the container.

“What is it?” he questioned like a curious boy.

But this is no boy. Oh no, this is one hundred percent man, and I want to lick him all over.

“It’s my caramel sauce from the special this week.”

She watched his face carefully as his eyebrow winged up. Placing the container on the bench beside her, Rachel dipped her finger into the warm sticky mixture. Bringing it up to his lips, she whispered, “I wanted you to taste it since you are something of a caramel connoisseur.”

As his full lips parted, Rachel pushed her index finger between them, and she almost collapsed from the pleasure of him sucking on her finger. His wet tongue swirled all around her flesh as he reached up and gripped her wrist tightly.