Page 75 of Bad & Bossy

“Nice to meet you, Penny and Thomas,” I said, briefly shaking hands with the stuffed animal.

“You’ve not seen Bobby around, have you?” he asked, his brows creasing as he scanned the room.

Who the fuck is Bobby? I followed his gaze, watching the crowd for a moment. I wanted to ask, wanted to know who he was talking about, but if Cole hadn’t told me himself maybe there was a reason. “I haven’t really been paying much attention,” I said instead.

“Let me know if you see him.” He picked Penny up, her legs wrapping around his abdomen as she snuggled into the side of his suit-covered chest. “Cole doesn’t like it, but I just can’t stand the guy. And this is the last place he should be.”

Wait, is Bobby the roommate?

“Why?” I asked, pressing just a little. I wanted to know more. If there was an issue with the person Cole was spending the majority of his time with, surely I should be privy to that.

“He’s just… not right. Fucking leech, if you ask me,” Gray said, and within a second his daughter erupted into a fit of giggles. “Don’t repeat that, Pens.”

“And he’s living with Cole?”

“Yeah, he’s?—”

Grayson stopped speaking the same moment a hand came to gently rest against my waist, and before I could even turn, Grayson’s mouth warped into a smile.

“There you are.”

That same hand pulled me roughly back, nearly knocking the wind out of me as my back collided with a rock-hard chest. I knew it was Cole, that much was obvious, but his cologne was different tonight, muskier. Had it not been for his voice, I almost would have panicked.

I turned, looking up at him and taking him in. He looked so fucking good, so healthy, so Cole. “Hey,” I grinned, and he gave me a little smirk in return, his green eyes shining.

“I need to talk to you, if you don’t mind,” he said, the crease by his lip deepening and springing his dimple to life. “Alone.”

Lottie snorted as she sipped at her IPA. “Just say you want to fuck her. We’re all adults here.”

My cheeks heated as he pulled me back again. “Okay.” He leaned down, his lips puffing warm breath against my ear, and every part of me lit like a fucking fuse. “I’d like to fuck you in my office, if you don’t mind.”

Jesus fucking Christ, he is feeling better.

I didn’t get a chance to answer before he turned us around and began walking me in the direction of the brewery’s central elevator. “Shouldn’t you stay down here? You know, lead the group and all that?” I asked, my throat going dry as he pressed the up arrow.

His cheeky grin turned on me, but the shimmer in his eyes had died. Instead, they were darker, half-lidded, and made me feel like a piece of meat.

I didn’t necessarily hate that.

“They’ll be fine,” he said as the elevator dinged.

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I didn’t even have a moment to ask him how he was doing before his hands were on me, fisting the fabric of my lacy dress to lift it up to my hips. I gasped as he pressed me against the wall of windows in his office, his mouth at the base of my neck, his teeth and tongue lashing against my skin.

“Fuck,” I breathed. My face heated as I watched the people mill about on the street below us, never quite looking up enough to see what was happening on the other side of the glass, grateful that it was tinted, nonetheless. “Cole?—”

Gripping the back of my panties in his palm, he gave one swift tug, tearing them at the seams.

“I liked those,” I mumbled, the breath of my words fogging the window in front of my face.

The rest of the cotton fell away as he tugged at the remaining threads, and before I could comment again, his fingers were reaching around the front of my hips, sliding down the bare skin between them until they met their mark.

Pleasure filled my veins in an instant.

“I was getting so fucking impatient waiting for you to arrive,” he rasped, his voice gruff and deep as he dug the fingers of his free hand into my hips and pulled them further back toward him. His front pressed into me, the hardness of his cock against his slacks impossible to ignore. Already, my head began to swim. “You didn’t even come over to say hello.”

“You looked busy,” I whined. The neediness was already growing with every swirl of his fingers over my clit. I hadn’t seen him in almost a week, and although I’d had incessant thoughts of him fucking me in every way a girl could imagine, a part of me had wanted to actually talk to him, too.

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