Piper
Cole falls on top of me as we are both panting, still coming down from out tryst. Sweat beading on our skin as a reminder of the feelings surging between us that we can't explain. I don't think I could ever get tired of this guy. The way he makes me feel is insane. I have never been this outgoing in the bedroom and yet, he has me acting like a starving sex kitten…IN THE OFFICE!
Talk about taboo.
I reach up and brush his hair out of his face, letting my fingers linger on his cheeks on the way back down. He is so perfect. And not because of his bank account or status but because of his heart. When I told him about Tristan, I just knew he would run. Instead, he opted to stay and be my protector. When he stepped in to start looking for answers, protecting my family and asking me to stay with him to protect me…I was shell shocked. I have never had anyone care about me like that. I mean, my parents and Ang, yes. But a guy, no.
I've spent a better part of my adulthood assuming all the lies Tristan told me were true. I am nobody, never will be anybody and no one will want or love me more than he did. That is why I swore off men. But one night with Cole, changed all that. I am now seeing how it feels to have someone care, want and cherish you. It just further solidifies that what I had with Tristan was not love. It was toxic.
Cole stands up and starts to redress himself. I pull up to my elbows to watch the show. I know we just got done but I can't help myself. He is gorgeous. His muscles rippling every time he moves. The way his skin looks like it was sun kissed by the Gods themselves and don't forget that sinfully amazing Adonis belt. Lord help me.
He's caught me staring. A smirk tugs on the corner of his lips as he runs his hands up my thighs sending a shiver down my body "You ready for round two?".
I let out a giggle as I push up into a sitting position. "You're insatiable" I purr.
He extends me a hand and pulls me up against him, lips brushing my ear "Only with you". I can feel my heart melting into a puddle of mush, and I don't even want to stop it. He has to know by now what that does to me. I shiver and I feel heat flooding to my core again. He is invoking something in me that I didn't know existed.
I adjust my skirt and button my top back before Cole grabs my hand, intertwining our fingers before he tugs me along behind him "Let's go home" he beams.
When we come out of the office, Clara is waiting at her desk with all my belongings, a deep scowl littering her face. It shouldn't bother me that she has all my stuff but the way she has been acting the last couple of days around me has kind of struck me as odd. I honestly think she is used to having Cole to herself. Now that there is another woman around, she feels threatened. Or maybe it's something more sinister and she is in love with him.
Cole barks at her "Thank you" as he scoops up my things, carrying them for me.
A smile spreads across my face, just another gesture he doesn't realize makes my heartbeat for him. He punches the button on his private elevator and turns to me "I will have Mac drop us off at the restaurant first then go by and get some of your things gathered up for the movers".
I know he asked me to stay with him for a while to protect me, but this seems like a lot real fast. My heart is calling the shots here when I agreed to stay with him but my mind is busy playing out the what ifs. Like what if, he decides this isn't for him and sends me packing? I am starting to think, no matter the outcome, I would willingly let him break my heart just to have a chance at loving him.
We pull up to the restaurant, and it's so romantic. An Italian style building, soft rounded arches leading to the door, complete with a red-carpet entrance. When we walked in the whole place was bathed in dim, romantic lighting. The lady at the hostess stand greeted him with a smile "Good evening, Mr. Hart" as a blush graced her face. Back off sister, this one is mine.
We followed her across the room and to a set of stairs. Cole places a hand on my arm and the other graces the small of my back as we follow her to the second floor. We follow down a small hall to the back of the building before entering through a trellis type door. The table was situated on a private deck with roses and lilies adorning exquisite glass vases and soft candle flickering, leaving us a trail to the table.
The whole place was beautiful.
I pulled from my thoughts as Cole hums in my ear "Do you like it?".
Like it? I love it. I can feel tears threatening to spill from eyes from the gesture. I have never had anyone do something so sweet for me before. When did he have time to put all this together? I'm at a loss for words so I respond with a kiss. A soft, loving kiss that lingers just long enough to set my soul on fire. What is he doing to me?
Dinner is a whirlwind of emotions and feelings as the scenery and the company make me feel like my heart could burst at any time. I find myself relaxing around him and just being myself. Conversation shifts to the living arrangements, and I feel myself tense. While I want nothing more than to spend every waking moment getting to know him, a part of me is scared that every bit I get to know just chips away a little more at my closely guarded heart.
Tristan left a gaping hole and I feel as though Cole is slowly picking the pieces up and making me whole again. And the thought terrifies me.
After dinner, Cole leads me back downstairs and to the waiting limo. I don't know that I will ever get used to this type of lifestyle. Mac opens the door and greets us "Sir. Madam". We slide into the back seat as Mac shuts the door, finding his way to the driver's seat. The car zooms forward and towards the mansion.
As we pull up a smile finds its way to my lips at the fond memories of the last time I was here. I turn to Cole to find him watching me intently. He smiles to me "A penny for your thoughts?".
A giggle escapes my lips as I respond, "I was just thinking of the last time I was here".
A devilish smirk pulls at his lips as he reaches over and grabs me by the waist, pulling me to him "I think I might need a refresher". His words send a hot burst of excitement rolling through me. And I secretly can't wait to have him upstairs and to myself.
As we enter the parted front doors we are greeted again by Henry and Alice. Henry informs us that he has had some of my things moved up into the master. I can't help but glance at Cole wondering if he is second guessing his decision yet or that I'm invading his space. He brushes his hand down my arm before responding to Henry "That's perfect. Thank you for your hard work".
He grabs my hand and pulls me towards the second floor as memories flood my mind.
Once the door is shut Cole turns his attention to me. He slowly makes his way to me before he strips away my clothes, one piece at a time. Much like he is stripping away the walls around my heart. He takes his time and appreciates my body along the way, touching, kissing, worshiping…
When he's done, he stands and walks off towards the bathroom leaving me dying for more. He takes slow strides stripping down to his birthday suit before he turns and beckons me with his finger. I waste no time closing the distance between us. He pushes open the door and the sight leaves me breathless, yet once again.
He has a huge walk-in shower the size of the whole bedroom in my apartment, stunning marble floors, a large vanity spanning the length of the room and massive soaker tub situated on the back wall in front of floor to ceiling windows. The tub is full of bubbles and floating rose petals with tealight candles situated gracefully around it. I'm pulled from my stupor as he slides in the water, inviting me to join.
This man is going to be the death of me.
He pulls me in and positions me in front of him. He takes time typing my hair up before rubbing the bubbles along my skin. I nestle in, laying my head back against his chest as he lightly kisses my ear. "You've been quiet. What's on your mind" he whispers.
That's a loaded question. I have been humming with anticipation all day. I found out Tristan will be making an unwelcome entrance into my life again. I have moved in with my boss AFTER some raging, hot office sex and now I have to figure out how to keep my job without endangering those around me again. I close my eyes before laying all my burdens down to him.
I feel him take a possessive hold on me before his hands travel south. He hits that sensitive bundle of nerves before his husky voice floats in my ear "THIS. IS. MINE. So, Tristan is irrelevant. He will NEVER hurt you again. I will make sure of that. As for me being your boss, we will figure that out together". Together. The word holds so much meaning and yet I am equally terrified of the possibilities.
I can feel his hands cradle my waist before he spins me around to straddle him. Water sloshes over our bodies, like an attempt to put out this fire that is burning between us. His lips crash into mine. He nibbles on my bottom lip before his tongue penetrates my mouth. His kiss is dominating, possessive…like he is trying to take what is his. Little does he know; I would gladly give over everything to him willingly.
I can feel his dick growing hard against my stomach. I take my hands and run them through his hair, pulling his head to the side so I can show him what it feels like when he hits that sensitive stretch of skin between my ear and neck. He growls in response, and I know I got him. A smirk graces my face as I continue my assault. I reach down and pump him a couple of times before positioning myself right above him. He shifts his hips forward in an attempt to connect our bodies before I wag a finger at him "Naughty boy. Not yet".
He rolls his eyes at me and grabs my hips as I slowly sink down on top of him. I take my time, prolonging his wait. Inch by inch he fills me fully, causing a moan to escape my lips. He feels so good and so perfect…like he was made for me. His head falls forward, capturing my nipple in his mouth while his hands move to my ass. I position my hands on the edge of the tub to give me leverage as I ride him. I slowly rock up and down as he meets my thrusts, trying to control our tempo.
I'm starting to see that he likes to be in control. And I've never been one to fall in line…
His movements become panicked as he grasps for depth. Unable to control me in that position any longer, he flips me over before impaling me from behind. His thrusts are deep and almost punishing. Leaving me panting as that warm sensation spreads through my belly. He murmurs "Let it go baby". His words ag me on as I grip the side of the tub and his name rolls off my lips "Coleeeeee".
He lands a light smack to my ass check sending me soaring with pleasure before his dirty words push me over the edge "Come on my dick baby". My body obeys his command. Fireworks explode throughout my body as he follows right behind me, my walls clenching around him and milking him dry. This feels so good...too good. I can't help but worry that we are playing with fire, and one of us will get burned.