Page 26 of Bad & Bossy

He made me feel like I was melting.

Once I’d finally stretched enough to accommodate him easily, he finally began to move. Blinding pleasure bloomed in my veins, and oh my god, I missed this. I missed this so goddamn much. All of him, the way he touched me, the way he moved inside of me.

He kissed and fucked me voraciously. It was as if something snapped inside of us, something that made us want—no, need—more. His thrusts were devastating, the perfect angle and pace, and with every shift of my hips it felt like we were building something more than just a release inside of each other. His mouth assaulted my own, his tongue exploring every inch of me, and the moment his fingers returned to my clit I knew I was fucking done for.

“Fuck, Cole,” I moaned, my back arching and forcing my lips to part from his. He dropped his head lower, kissing and nipping at the skin of my breasts. Shit, shit, shit, please don’t go for my nipples. Please. I didn’t want to think about the possibility of leaking onto his tongue. It was a miracle they hadn’t fired up when he was kissing me; thankfully I had pumped before dinner.

His lips closed in over the peak, and I panicked.

My hand flew to his throat, forcing his head up. I pulled him back up to my face, absentmindedly wiping away any potential residue on my hand and trying to disguise it as self-pleasuring. “They’re sore,” I lied, my cheeks heating astronomically.

He nodded, lost in his own need, and I thanked my lucky stars that he didn’t push any further. Instead, he kissed me, burying himself in me over and over, and within seconds, I was rapid-firing closer and closer to another orgasm.

“I’m close,” I whimpered, my nails digging into the skin on the back of his neck.

Everything about him became sharper. His thrusts, the kneading of his fingers, the way he kissed me. It was as if he hyper-focused on what he was doing, ensuring every bit of it stayed the same, keeping his pace and touches exactly how I needed them. “Come for me then, baby,” he whispered, his grunts growing. I could feel him twitching inside of me, hardening further to a degree I didn’t think possible. “I want to hear you scream.”

I tipped over the edge, sounds ripping from my throat, leaving it raw and aching. He took complete control, holding my hips steady, plowing into me as if his life depended on it as he threw himself over the cliff at the same time, panting and grunting his desperation against my lips. All it did was light that fire again for me.

We stilled our breaths, our bodies finally coming down from the heavens, a sheen of sweat coating our skin.

How did I already want more?

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The ache in my breasts forced my eyes to open.

The room was pitch black, the only sound that of Cole’s deep breathing as he clung to me, his chest pressed against my back, his arms encasing me. I grabbed for my phone to check the time and was not surprised at all to find it was two in the morning. I swear, my body’s internal clock was shockingly accurate.

The realization hit me all at once. I’d left my pump in my car which was still parked in the restaurant parking lot. Fucking idiot. I shined my screen’s light on the sheets beneath me. A little wet puddle was forming.

I needed to go.

As silently and gently as I could, I slipped from Cole’s hold, squirming my way off the bed. I pressed down on my breast, hoping for just a little relief, and felt the slow trickle run down the curved flesh and over my stomach. I needed to get Drew on formula if this was going to be a recurring theme.

Turning my phone’s brightness down, I requested an Uber and began the hunt for my clothes. One by one I managed to find them, and as I slipped my dress over my head, I noticed the leakage was already seeping out of my bra. Shit.

Scrambling for something to cover myself with, I pulled open one of Cole’s drawers and found something soft and warm with graphic letters written across the front. I could only hope it was a hoodie. I couldn’t tell what it said in the darkness but it didn’t matter, it would do the trick.

Clutching my heels in my hand and slipping out of the bedroom, I got my first real look at the house without being overwhelmed and distracted by how much I wanted him. It was beautiful—unique and ornate, as if an architect from the 1920s had designed it. Massive windows framed most of the rooms, with exposed wood beams jutting through the ceiling or running along the corners. Reddish-brown hardwood floors ran the expanse of the hallways, and as I took a turn that I thought might be familiar, the floor turned to smooth, cool stone on my bare feet as I stepped into the kitchen.

“For fucks sake, Christian! You’re supposed to be the goddamn medic!”

I jumped at the unexpected noise in the darkness. It didn’t sound like it was coming from upstairs where I’d left Cole. No, this was further down a hallway, maybe a floor below in the basement. I set my shoes and my phone down on the massive kitchen island and took a step toward the noise, worry creeping up my spine.

“Then take a fucking MP potion, you moron! Don’t let us suffer because you’re shit at the game!”

I stopped. Okay, less worrisome if it’s a game.

But who the fuck is that?

I didn’t think it was in Cole’s character to have a roommate. Though I guess in a house this large, you could easily have one and pretend you didn’t. But there was no mention of him on the drive over, no heads up, and if this was said possible roommates’ normal state—shouting about a video game in the middle of the night—surely a heads up would have been nice.

But what exactly was I expecting of Cole? It wasn’t really my place to ask questions about his roommate if indeed he had one, was it?

I pulled the hoodie over my head and glanced down at it in the low light. A logo bearing the Kansas City Chiefs emblem decorated the front of it, and although it looked ridiculous over my dress, it wasn’t stained to shit from my breast milk. It would do.

My phone dinged on the countertop. The Uber had arrived.

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