Page 68 of Riding the High

“I’ve been telling myself … it’s just the uniform,” I say in a whisper.

Cole chuckles into my lips.

“You can lie to yourself all you want, but the only way I’mletting you come tonight is if you admit the truth and tell me this soaking cunt is allmine,” he commands, his dark tone a shot directly to my core as he pushes one finger into me, then two.

I cave. “Yes, Cole, it’s all for you.”

“It’s about time you admitted it.” His mouth trails along my jaw in ragged kisses, then up to my lips. Any shred of inhibition I have flies right out the window as he whispers into them.

“Ready to find out just howrealthis is?”

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Cole

I’m done fucking trying.

Ginger might be the only woman on earth that gets under my skin, and the way I want her might be the death of me, but fuck, I’d face the fiery pits of hell just to hear one more of these little noises she’s making now. I don’t even give a fuck that we’re in my driveway. Nothing matters but her right now.

“Cole …” she whimpers as I fuck my first two fingers in and out of her tight pussy.

“Say my name like that again,” I command. I lift her for better access and her head falls back, pushing her perfect tits into my face. I’ve never been so hungry for a woman in my life. Of all people that would drive me to the brink of fucking insanity like this, it’s her. Of course it’s her.

“Cole …” she says in another moan as she shudders, and I feel her sweet pussy clamping down on my fingers.

“Atta girl.” I grip her hair and bring her face down, smiling into her lips as I push back into her and my thumb makes slow tight sweeps against her swollen clit. She’s about to lose it already and I fucking love every second of it.

“Yes … Oh God, keep doing that …” she gasps in that sexy,throaty little voice I’m starting to recognize. It only sounds like this when she’s full of lust—when she’s beyond caring how desperate she is.

“Telling me how to do my job?” I ask her as I bite her bottom lip, then release it.

“No … You do it … so perfectly,” she mutters. She’s all mine right now, lost in the way I fuck into her. I pull my fingers from her dripping pussy and suck them clean. My cock pulses as I do, begging to take their place.

“So fucking sweet,” I chant, sweeping my tongue against her lips to force her arousal into her mouth. She takes it eagerly, sucking it off my tongue as I shove both fingers back into her and let my thumb find that sweet little berry between her thighs once again. Her back arches and I let her have what she needs. Her nails slide under my uniform jacket and claw at my skin through my shirt. My balls draw tighter with her sounds. Ginger begins to spiral as I move her hips for her against my fingers, pressing the heel of my palm against her clit. She takes me as deep as she can, and the sound of her wet pussy taking my fingers fills the cabin of my truck as the windows fog.

“So fucking tight,” I mutter against her lips. She pushes against my cock every time I thrust into her, making the perfect kind of mess of my hand—and almost of my pants since I’m ready to blow in them. “If my fingers fill you like this, you don’t stand a fucking chance when my cock takes their place.”

Her chest heaves as she gasps for air and her pussy clenches me tight. I feel the orgasm flow through her as she screws her eyes shut and calls my name. Her legs shake as I slide my thumb back and forth over her sensitive clit while she comes down.

“Such a fucking stunning sight, watching you come for me,” I say as I grip the sides of her face with my hands and kiss her deeply.

I can’t wait another second. I crack my truck door open, pulling her out and tossing her over my shoulder. She yelps but it doesn’t slow me down. It’s all over for her now as I make my way inside the house, the fire I feel for her biting at my heels. “Now, let’s get you inside, Mrs. Ashby, and you can pick which room you’d like the next one in.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Ginger

The door to the house slams shut behind us and Cole doesn’t even bother to lock it as he sets me down, slides his jacket off and tosses it on the bench.

We say nothing as I stand before him in my ripped dress, panting like I just did a grueling workout. My hair is askew, half hanging down my back, and I’m sure my makeup is a mess. But Cole looks at me like he’s never wanted anything more. He starts a slow tug on his tie as he stalks toward me. I automatically back up as a dark expression, absorbing every part of me, clouds his features. He towers over me and uses his free hand to pull the clip from my hair.

It tumbles down around my shoulders as his tie comes loose. His hand winds into my waves and he pulls me close, using it as leverage. I whimper as my body is pulled flush against his.

“So fucking beautiful,” he says, the tone of his voice sending little ripples of desire down my spine. His words, and the idea of him naked before me, is too much to bear. I lose all patience and reach up, pressing my lips to his, not wanting to wait one more second, yanking at his shirt as I kiss his neck. Buttons go flying as it comes open and we make quick work of pulling it off him.I slide my hands over his smooth hard chest as his mouth comes back down to mine.

But I’m desperate for more. I feel like my skin is on fire and we haven’t even made it past the living room.

My hands find his shoulders, his strong arms, the nape of his neck, as he kisses me and slides his hands down my back, gripping me tight as he hoists me up and carries me into his room, never once pulling his lips from mine.

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