Page 48 of Entrapped
"I want you to come for me," Colson growled, slipping a cool finger inside me.
He curled it expertly, finding that spot that sent waves of pleasure through me. I ground my teeth, trying to hold back, but the sensation was too powerful, like trying to stop a speeding train. My belly tightened as I brushed a hand over my breasts, and when Colson gently bit my swollen nub, it sent me careening over the edge. I arched my back, my body trembling as I came.
But Colson didn’t give me time to recover. He moved over me, sliding inside with a frictionless ease that made us both groan. As he began to thrust, I met his rhythm, wrapping my legs around his waist. We moved together, our bodies in sync, and our lovemaking was fast and intense as we climaxed together.
I didn’t mind the quickness; the more we had sex, the better my chances of getting pregnant. It was a thought that lingered in my mind, especially with the new year just three weeks away. As Colson hovered above me, he planted soft kisses on my neck and chest, his breath warm against my skin.
"I hope you get pregnant soon," he murmured, his voice tinged with a regret I wasn’t used to hearing from him. "I never got to enjoy Poppy’s pregnancies because I was too busy, always traveling, always making deals."
I reached up, touching his face gently. "I hope it will be different with me."
A shadow passed over his expression, and a sadness crept into his eyes. "I’ll make my best effort," he said, his voice soft.
His words hung in the air, a promise wrapped in uncertainty. I could feel the weight of his past bearing down on him, and while I knew he wanted to do things differently with me, there was no denying the doubts that lingered in both of us.
The morning at the office started like any other—a flurry of emails, meetings to prepare for, and the ever-present tension gnawing at the back of my mind. Colson had kissed me goodbye before leaving for Boston, a quick trip for a business meeting. He’d be back by the evening, but his absence left me feeling more vulnerable than I cared to admit.
As I settled into the rhythm of the day, my thoughts drifted back to my conversation with Logan and Simone.
The knock on my office door startled me. I looked up, expecting to see my assistant, but instead, Simone stepped in without waiting for an invitation. My heart lurched, and for a split second, I felt trapped. The memory of what she’d done to me still haunted me—how she’d tried to hurt me, how close I’d come to falling down those stairs. I forced myself to stay calm, to not let her see the fear that spiked through me.
And Logan, I felt betrayed by my own brother. He knew what she did to me yet he dated her behind my back.
“Simone,” I greeted, my voice steady despite the turmoil churning inside. “Can I help you with something?”
She closed the door behind her, leaning against it with an air of casual confidence that made my skin crawl. “Relax, Joey. I’m not here to fight.”
I didn’t move from my desk, keeping it between us like a barrier. “Then why are you here?”
She walked over to the chair across from me and sat down, crossing her legs with an elegance that seemed almost practiced. “I wanted to talk. There’s something you need to know.”
My pulse quickened, suspicion creeping in. “And what would that be?”
She let out a small sigh, as if what she was about to say was some great burden. “I’m in love with Logan. We’re serious, and we we’re planning to tell the family at Christmas.”
For a moment, I was too stunned to respond. The words hung in the air between us, heavy with implications I hadn’t anticipated. “You’re… in love with Logan?”
Simone nodded, her gaze steady. “Yes. We’ve been seeing each other for a while now, and it’s getting serious.”
My mind raced, trying to reconcile this revelation with everything I knew about Simone, about Logan, about our tangled family history. “How long?”
“For a long time on and off, high school, college and now,” she said, her tone surprisingly gentle. “I know our history is… complicated. But this is real, Joey. I love him.”
How could I have been so blind. My mind went back to the times he intervened and Simone and her friends laid off me for a while. It was because they were messing around and he lied to me.
I couldn’t help the bitter laugh that escaped my lips. “High school? When you were torturing me? You love him? After everything you’ve done? You tried to kill me?”
She nodded slightly. “It wasn’t my intention to push you. I meant to grab you, and it didn’t turn out the way I expected.”
My eyebrows knitted. “Are you serious? You meant to grab me?”
“Yes. I wanted to confront you in private.”
I ran my fingers over my chin, a move I was picking up from Colson. “And the Molly?”
She looked at me with a sheepish expression. “It was mine. It was never meant for you.”
I placed my hand over my mouth. “Jesus Christ, Simone. Do you realize either one of your stupid moves could’ve killed me. Why would you take that garbage?”
