Page 72 of The Single Dad

As I wait on the bed, my anticipation climbs until I can hardly take it anymore. I pull out my phone and scroll through Instagram, but it doesn’t hold my attention. I turn to the library book I have waiting on the bedside table, but my eyes gloss right over every word.

He’s all I can think about. I can’t focus on anything else.

I’m almost tempted to take care of myself. I can feel the heat of arousal between my legs, and for a moment, I think about touching myself. But it wouldn’t be enough. I need him. I want it to be him.

Finally, after what feels like years, there’s a soft knock at my door.

My heart skips a beat in my chest, and I quickly slide off the bed and pad across the room to open it. Cole is on the other side, and without a word, he steps forward and yanks me into his arms. The door shuts behind him, and he spins me around in one quick movement, pressing me against it.

His hands seem to be everywhere as his lips devour me with a kind of ravenous intensity that makes me gasp.

“You dirty girl,” he murmurs roughly, nipping at my jaw as one hand slides between my legs to palm my aching pussy. “You knew exactly what you were doing all night, didn’t you? You little tease. You had me hard as a fucking rock for you, and I couldn’t do a goddamn thing about it. You’ve been driving me crazy.”

I drop my head back against the door, my eyes rolling back a little as he grinds the heel of his hand against my clit through my clothes. “Sorry. Was it too much?”

As fun as it was to tease him all evening, I don’t want him to think I’m trying to circumvent the rules we have in place, or for him to think I don’t take my duties with Archie seriously.

Cole chuckles, pressing hot kisses along the column of my neck as his free hand palms my breast roughly. “No. I’d be fantasizing about you anyway, even without you deliberately trying to tease me. You’d tempt me no matter what, even if you were doing nothing.”

His words send a hot rush through me, and I gasp as he punctuates them by pinching my nipple lightly. He sucks on the skin of my throat for a moment, although I can tell he’s holding himself back so there won’t be a mark, then lifts his head.

His dark blue eyes are molten as he gazes down at me, and a smirk tugs at his full, angular lips.

“Still, you were a very bad girl tonight. I might have to punish you for it.”

My clit throbs, my breath hitching as my hands trail over his muscled arms. “Punish me how?”

Cole rubs his hand lightly over my pussy, holding my gaze as he asks, “Have you ever been edged?”

My stomach swoops. I’m familiar with the concept of edging, but the answer to his question is definitely no. Most of the guys I’ve been with were pretty basic in the bedroom, sticking to a few positions and never getting very adventurous. But everything that Cole has done to me so far, I’ve enjoyed very thoroughly, so even though he’s talking about this as a ‘punishment,’ I have a feeling I’ll like it in the end.

Besides, I trust him.

There’s something so strong and solid about Cole, something that makes me feel safe in a way I rarely have before, and it makes it easy to give myself over to him.

“No,” I whisper. “But I want to try.”

His smile widens. “Look at my bad girl, being so good.”

Something flutters in my chest at the way he calls me his bad girl, but I ignore it. It’s not something that has any place in our arrangement, so it’s easy enough to convince myself that it’s just the praise and not the possessive note in his voice that makes my body respond that way.

“What are you going to do?” I ask.

Cole leans in closer, resting one forearm on the door and boxing me in as his body looms over mine. His fingers keep sliding gently over my clit through the layers of fabric as he tells me, “I’m going to push you to the edge of orgasm over and over again, but I won’t let you come until I’m ready. Not until I give you permission. Are you up for that?”

I swallow, biting my lip as I nod. Honestly, I’m so close to coming just from the light pressure on my clit and the way he’s looking at me that I’m not sure how I’m going to stop myself from falling over the edge without his go-ahead.

As if he can read my thoughts, Cole chuckles. “We’ll use a code so you can let me know when you’re close, and I’ll back off. Red means stop. Yellow means slow down. Green means keep going. If you get too close to coming or need a second to recover, say red or yellow. Got it?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Good.” His smile darkens, turning positively filthy. “Because I’ve been starving for your pussy all night, and I can’t wait another second to taste you.”

He tips my chin up and kisses me once more, hot and hard, before breaking away and dropping down to his knees in front of me. His movements are sharp and focused as he undoes my pants and slides them down my legs, lifting my feet to tug them all the way off. My panties are next, and when I’m completely bare from the waist down, Cole lifts one of my legs and drapes it over his shoulder.

“The best fucking view in Manhattan,” he murmurs roughly, and I blush at the realization that he’s staring right at my crotch. Then he grips my thigh and leans in, burying his face between my legs as his tongue slides over me.

I’m already so worked up from everything he’s said and done since he got to my room—not to mention the looks he was shooting me while I was hanging out with Archie. I wasn’t just teasing Cole all evening, and now the low-level arousal that’s been building up all night threatens to spill over.

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