Page 60 of Tinsel & Tools
“You like it.” He winked.
I sure did.
I was typing the final line of my current chapter when I checked the time display in the corner of my screen. It was just after noon, and I needed to take a brain break if I was going to be able to get any more work done. I closed my laptop and stretched until my back popped.
“You done for the day?” Cole asked, peeking over at me from the dining room where he’d started working about thirty minutes ago.
“No,” I replied, rolling my neck. “Just rewarding myself with a little break.”
“Rewarding?” He tilted his head to the side.
“Yeah, I bribe myself to hit word counts,” I explained. “Coffee, a snack, a few minutes to play a game on my phone. Whatever motivates me to keep typing.”
His eyes flared. “I think I can come up with a better reward than a snack.”
My stomach flipped in anticipation. “What are you thinking?”
He put down the screwdriver he was holding. “That kind that makes you forget what words even are.”
I barely had time to set my laptop on the coffee table before he closed the distance between us. The feral look in his eyes had my heart thundering.
“Strip,” he commanded.
My breath caught, but I didn’t hesitate. Standing, I peeled my shirt off and pushed my pants and boxers down in one quick move. He watched me intently, the corner of his mouth twitching as though he was fighting a smile.
Oh, someone likes being bossy.
“I’ll be right back,” he said and disappeared down the hall.
I used that moment to try to regulate my breathing, but I was too amped up and eager to find out what he had planned.
He returned with a condom and a small bottle in his hand. “Turn around and bend over the couch.”
Despite the warmth from the woodstove, I shivered and braced my palms on the back cushions.
He stepped up behind me, the heat from his body searing against my back as his hands slid down my sides.
“Been thinking about this all morning.” His hot breath caressed my ear. “Watching you sitting here, wrapped in that blanket, pretending you were working.”
“Pretty sure I was working.”
“Yeah, in between checking me out.”
There was no point in denying it, and he knew it. His touch drifted lower, over the curve of my ass, down the seam, until his thumb grazed where I wanted him most. I spread my legs wider, a silent invitation for him to continue.
He growled, then fabric rustled behind me. I glanced over my shoulder in time to see him shove his pants down and kick them aside, his shirt landing on top of them.
“Couldn’t let you be the only one naked,” he said, the familiar sound of a cap being flipped open followed.
The cool slide of his fingers tracing lazy circles over my hole before pressing in gently made me whimper.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he rasped.
He added another finger, working me open until I couldn’t stop pushing back against him.
“Cole, please,” I begged.
He withdrew his hand, and the sudden emptiness made me groan.
