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I smiled in the darkness, my voice a teasing whisper. "I like fire."
Colson's hand slipped into my panties, his fingers finding their way to the slick heat between my thighs. He traced a slow, deliberate path through my wetness, and I let out a soft moan, my body arching into his touch.
"Any particular reason why you're so wet?" he murmured, his voice a gravelly caress.
I bit my lip as he circled my clit with expert precision, sending sparks of pleasure radiating through me. "I might've had a dream," I admitted, my voice breathless.
His lips found my throat, sucking gently on the sensitive skin as he continued his relentless assault on my senses. "Tell me," he demanded, his voice thick with desire. "Tell me who you were with. Which man had your attention?"
His pinched my clit, and I gasped, the sharp sensation pulling a squeal from my lips. Before I could answer, he pushed the covers off us and moved between my legs, leaving me momentarily bereft until his mouth replaced his fingers, tearing my panties away in the process.
He lifted his head, his eyes dark and intense as they met mine. "Tell me, Joey. I want to hear it while I make you come."
I struggled to form words as his tongue worked magic on me, each stroke pushing me closer to the edge. "It was you, Colson," I managed to gasp out between ragged breaths. "You came home late, and I was sleeping in your shirt. You couldn't take your eyes off me as you undressed and came to bed wearing nothing."
A deep groan vibrated through him, the sound reverberating against my core as he sucked on my clit with renewed fervor. "More, Joey. That's not everything."
My cheeks burned with embarrassment, the words caught in my throat. But I knew he wouldn't let up until he had what he wanted. "You fucked me, Colson," I confessed, my voice barely a whisper.
"How?" he demanded, his voice rough with need.
I swallowed hard, my face flushed with a mixture of shame and arousal. "The way we were sleeping," I whispered, the admission tumbling out before I could stop it.
He moved off the bed, and for a moment, I panicked, thinking he was done with me. But then he was back, naked, his powerful body moving with purpose as he placed my leg on his hip and slid into me with a single, fluid motion.
"Like this, Josephine?" he growled, his thrusts deep and unrelenting. "I was fucking you like this?"
"Yes," I choked out, my breath catching as he hit the spot inside me that made everything else disappear.
We moved together, our bodies perfectly in sync, and he leaned close, his breath hot against my ear. "I knew I could turn you into my dirty girl."
His hand slid down my belly, and his thumb found my clit, rubbing in tight, torturous circles that sent me spiraling toward release. "Colson," I moaned, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the door open, a sliver of light spilling into the room. My heart skipped a beat as Colson kissed my neck, his teeth grazing my tender flesh. And there, in the doorway, was Vaughn, his eyes locked on mine as his father fucked me into oblivion.
I kept Vaughn's gaze, unable to look away as I moaned my husband's name, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until it finally snapped, sending me over the edge. Vaughn's hand moved to his crotch, and he blew me a kiss before slowly closing the door, leaving me alone with Colson as he continued to thrust into me, each movement pulling me back under his spell.
I began to rock with him again, my mind spinning with what had just happened, knowing that I wanted more. I wanted him to give me all of him and maybe even with all the secrets and lies between us, he would one day say those three elusive words to me.
Chapter 14
The next morning, I found myself alone in my office, the sun streaming through the large windows, casting a warm glow on the polished mahogany desk. I tried to lose myself in paperwork, but my mind kept drifting back to the events of the previous night. The memory of Vaughn’s eyes on me as Colson made love to me gnawed at the edges of my thoughts, filling me with a mix of shame and anger.
I was so engrossed in my internal battle that I didn’t hear the door open until Vaughn’s voice sliced through the silence.
“Good morning, Josephine,” he drawled, closing the door behind him.
I looked up sharply, my heart skipping a beat. Vaughn stood there, his gaze locked on mine, a predatory smile playing on his lips. I swallowed hard, trying to maintain my composure.
“What do you want, Vaughn?” I asked, my voice colder than I intended.
He sauntered toward me, his hands casually slipping into his pockets. “You, mostly,” he said with a smirk, leaning against theedge of my desk. “But since that’s not on offer—yet—I figured I’d just talk.”
I felt a knot tighten in my stomach. “Colson’s in a meeting,” I warned, hoping the mention of his father would deter him.
Vaughn chuckled, clearly unfazed. “I know. That’s why I’m here. No interruptions.”
I stood up, putting some distance between us, but Vaughn only followed, his eyes darkening with something that made my skin crawl.
