Page 37 of The Truth of Loving You

Cole’sfuriouslustconfusedme. I had the urge to run, but his glittering green eyes held me captive, frozen in place.

Our eye contact never broke as Alec’s laughter exited the shop with him. We heard the lock click into place and his motorcycle roar to life, all while silently staring at each other. I’d come here intent on being with Cole, but now, I second-guessed myself.

After an eternity, he stalked toward me, barely controlled violence in every step.

“You almost sank to your knees for me in front of Alec,” he growled, standing within a hair’s breadth of my chest.

Swallowing hard, I decided the truth was the best option. “Yes, Daddy, I need you.”

“Do you still need me or did your mind-boggling project calm you?” His breath washed over my face, and I needed so much more of him.

“Need you.” He wasn’t angry; he was turned on.

“Then why are you still on your feet.” He had a habit of speaking questions as statements.

My knees gave way before my mind registered that I was obeying, but Cole caught my arm, stopped my descent halfway to the floor, and said, “I’ve had a helluva day and can’t wait. We’re doing this here, so I have to know that you’re okay with this. I’m dying to get my hands on you. Tell me now if you’ve had any dirty fantasies about my shop.”

I fell into the depth of Cole’s eyes, gorgeous green pools promising me a lifeline. When I licked my lips, Cole hungrily tracked the movement. He gave me courage, and I said, “After the first night, I had a dream about being here in your office, on your desk—”

“We can do that. You have exactly sixty seconds to be in my office and ready.”

Running would have been the fastest, but Cole didn’t want that, so I crawled as fast as humanly possible to his office and wrestled out of my clothes, flinging them into a messy pile. Ordinarily, that would’ve stressed me out but doing what Cole wanted trumped everything else.

I still had one sock on when he stalked in. But I was kneeling behind his sleek, modern metal desk. The thought that he might punish me for the sock, sent a barely controlled shiver down my spine.

“You did such a good job.” Cole’s fingers tugged my hair, so I looked up at him from the floor. “I needed you, and there you were, typing away on the computer like a goddamn techie wet dream. Do you know why I was angry?”

“I broke the rules. I came here instead of waiting for you at my apartment.”

The compulsion to lean forward and put my mouth on his black jeans over his dick made me dizzy. His jeans stretched to cover his powerful thighs and begged me to worship the curves I’d memorized. But not until I was told.

Cole’s shoulders dropped but his stance widened. “Not even close. It upset me that you devalued yourself and your work. You admit to being a genius but act like it’s not a big deal that you spent hours working on a program that will save my business time and money forever. I don’t know anyone who could do that in months let alone hours.” His fingers let go of my hair and trailed over my cheek to cup my chin. “You are a goddamn brilliant force of nature and don’t ever forget it.”

“Yes, Daddy.” I sighed in relief.

With his message received, Cole gathered me up and tossed me on his desk so my chest hit the cool metal. His hand pressed into the middle of my back, providing balm to my nerves. Exactly why I came to Cole. Nothing else worked as fast as his presence and strong hands.

“Count,” he ordered, and the blessed strikes began.

Cole didn’t hold back or test my readiness. He knew how much I could take and never went over my pain tolerance. But he stopped after ten and massaged my glutes. I knew better than to complain.

“You have your safe word,” he said and reached to open a drawer.

The next blow lurched me forward on his desk with a shout. He used a paddle or something similar. I managed to count out six more blows. My mind had gone utterly blank, unable to remember how many times he’d struck me. With a thunk, the paddle landed next to my shoulder, and Cole’s calloused fingers traced the welts on my ass.

“I’ve never seen anything so fucking beautiful,” he sighed.

My body was akin to a jellyfish—boneless. I heard Cole’s zipper and the rustling of clothes.

“I take that back. I know what’s better.” Cole ran his dick over the swelling flesh on my ass and through my crack. I felt his fist as he jerked himself on me. It didn’t take long before hot spurts landed on my ass and dripped down my shaky thighs.

“That’s magnificent,” Cole whispered as he rubbed his semen into the welts, soothing them.

I hummed in appreciation. The cold metal on my front was veritable bliss coupled with the heat of Cole and the sting on my skin.

Cole let out a satisfied grunt after his seed soaked into my flesh. When I opened my eyes, I saw the shadow of Cole stripping out of his shirt. His naked torso covered my body on the desk. There was almost nothing better than the weight of Cole on top of me. It grounded me, so I felt safe for the first time in my life. I couldn’t think about that because it was temporary. But I’d enjoy every fleeting second while it lasted. The last two weeks of feeling kept by him, sitting in his lap, eating from his hand, and being cherished were intoxicating.

I loved that he didn’t have to hold back with me.

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