Page 39 of Pucks and Coffee

“No,” he says, his voice gravelly. “I think this is the safest way to keep feelings at bay. I’m only thinking of you.”

“Are you now?” I blurt out, closing the box with a loud snap. I slam the vibrator into his chest. “I don’t need it.”

“But—”

“If I wanted a vibrator, I’d buy myself one.”

“But it’s from me, for you to use.”

“I don’t want it,” I insist, feeling a little defeated. Did he trick me? No. He said he’d get me off, and he would if I used that stupid thing. But I don’t want it. I want his real cock. I want his mouth. I want his hands. Oh my God, I want to hit him with the box!

“You’re upset.”

“Furious,” I snap, turning from him to go over to my boxes. “I don’t want to come with a toy, Coleson. I wanted to come with you. Given your actions, it’s obvious you don’t want the same. I get it. Whatever.”

Before I can walk away, he snakes his arms around me. I try to pull away, but he presses his lips to my ear and I go still. His breath is hot, his lips dangerous as he holds me in place. He splays his hand across my belly, and he whispers, “Stop.”

“Cole—”

“Wife,” he demands, and my pussy weeps for him. “Don’t ever let it cross your mind that I don’t want you.”

I take a deep breath. “Then why the toy?”

He hesitates and I wait. But he doesn’t answer me. Instead, he runs his lips along the shell of my ear and whispers, “Can I show you what I mean when I say I want you to use this toy?” My eyes drift shut, my heart slamming against my ribs. Unable to speak, I only nod, but then his teeth sink into my lobe and I’m crying out. He soothes the bite with his tongue, and against my ear, he requests, “I need your consent.”

Catching my breath, I say, “Yes.”

I feel his lips curve against my ear, and then he guides me backward, not putting space between us. The backs of my legs hit the bed before he lowers me down, our eyes locking with so much heat between us, I feel like I’m burning everywhere.

“Lift your skirt.”

His request has me gushing between my legs, and I have to squeeze my thighs together as I do as he asks. His eyes travel up my thighs, the weight of his gaze so damn suffocating. I’m lost as he opens the box and takes out the toy. “Slide those panties off.” My mouth is dry as I hook my thumbs into my lace panties and lift my ass to draw them down my legs. They fall to my ankles, but before I can pull them off, he snatches them and brings them to his nose. He inhales deeply, his eyes falling shut. The groan that leaves his lips almost has me coming right then and there. I watch as his good pupil blows out, his eyes more dark blue than bright as he looks down at me with such hunger. He licks his lips, tucking my panties into his back pocket and leaving me to squirm under his heated gaze.

“What are you going to do with my panties?” I find myself asking, needing to calm myself before I combust under his gaze.

“Whatever the fuck I want.”

“Don’t sell them on Snifffr.”

He chuckles, a smile curving at his lips in that way I crave. I love when he smiles, but I love even more when he’s all filthy, just for me. “No one but me will be allowed to enjoy your scent until my year is up,” he murmurs, his eyes intent on me and knocking every single breath out of my body. “Now, open those legs and show your husband that gorgeous pussy.”

I squeeze my thighs together as he reaches for a barstool at the island and drags it to the end of the bed. “Are you going to touch me?”

He shakes his head before sitting down and leaning forward on his knees. Disappointment flares inside me until he bites out. “No. I won’t have to.”

My breath catches, and heat floods my pussy. “What?”

“Open your legs. Now,” he says in a low and dangerous way that has me doing just that.

As I spread my legs for him, my eyes refuse to leave his face while he watches each movement I make. When I’m completely exposed to him, he licks his lips, a predatory look on his handsome face.

And I’m ready to be hunted.

CHAPTER 21

Coleson

I realize too late that buying the vibrator was a mistake.

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