Page 49 of Tricking an Introvert

Cole

Cole couldn't get enough. Her lips were so fucking soft, addictive. She smelled like springtime, flowery and delicious. At first, he let her lead the kiss, tentatively, taking her time exploring his mouth, but when one of her hands hooked behind his neck, pulling him closer, and the other threaded through his hair, he couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed her waist and pulled her onto his lap, legs straddling him. Tessa brought her pelvis forward, rubbing herself on his torso. He groaned under her lips, feeling his dick harden in his pants.

Shit, this was going to end up with him bending her over right here, in his grandfather's study.

Which was now his study, but all the same, it didn't sit well with him.

Not wanting to interrupt anything now that he finally, finally got to touch her, he just held on to her tighter and got to his feet, carrying her. She giggled.

"Where are we going?"

"To my room," he replied, his mouth traveling from hers to her collarbone, kissing every bit of the exposed flesh he met along the way. "If you want to."

She moaned when he sucked on her neck, and lowered her hands to his belt. "Can't we stay right here? I want you right now."

Fuck. He almost came in his pants, just like that.

"Condoms are in my bedside table, sweetheart. Plus, I'd rather not fuck you around Beau. He's young and impressionable."

She laughed. "Fair."

He took his time heading up the stairs and to his bedroom in the west wing, stopping to pin her against the wall and devour her earlobe. That seemed to make her scream for mercy. How could he resist? Tessa grinded against his throbbing length, begging to be fucked, hard.

"Right here, sweetheart? Anyone could come in and see my cock inside your greedy little pussy if we did that."

In reality, they were alone in the house—the gardener and housekeeper had their own detached houses on the grounds. His mother was in Japan. The only other person who could turn up, his half-brother James, was spending the summer in Europe working on a merger or something equally James-like.

He managed their mother's wealth, which made him chairman of half a dozen companies and in charge of way too many investments to keep track of. The likelihood of his turning up when there was an emergency on the other side of the globe was close to nil. But Tessa responded to dirty talk, flushing, panting, whimpering. He'd keep making shit up to unravel her like this.

Finally, he'd reached his bedroom. He kicked the door open, closing it so that their dog didn't follow them in, before heading to the bed, practically throwing her on it, desperate to feel, see, touch, hear more of her.

Cole stood over his black wood California king. She looked so fucking perfect, disheveled, her hair messy around her face, her spaghetti-strap top half-undone in four different ways, the waist of her jeans open, looking at him like she wanted to lick every part of him.

If he'd seen so much as a hint of that look before, he would have asked her kindly if he could eat her pussy and make her chant his name.

"You're beautiful," she told him.

Cole laughed. "That's my line."

"Come on, Cole. You're perfect. And I'm…"

"If the next words aren't ‘unbearably gorgeous,’ I'm going to have to teach you a lesson."

Oh, she liked that, he could tell. "What kind of a lesson?"

"The kind that starts with my hands on your ass," he replied, slowly climbing on the bed and crawling to her. He grabbed her hips and slid his hands over her plump butt cheeks. "Then has me licking you, sucking you, maybe even biting you…"

"I think I need to be taught that lesson."

"And not letting you come until you scream that you're the most beautiful thing to ever walk this earth."

She giggled as he peeled her jeans down her legs, then kissed her ankles, her knees, and inner thighs. She wasn't laughing by the time he reached the line of her gray cotton panties, his tongue darting out to tease her labia under the fabric. He grinned when she moaned, pushing away the side of the panties to reveal her pussy. He covered her clit with his mouth and sucked at it.

"Cole!"

His tongue flicked up and down, mercilessly, and one of his hands moved from her ass; he curved a finger inside her wet entrance, smirking as she lifted her pelvis in the air to meet him, groaning in need.

"Please!"

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