Page 87 of Bad Reputation

“Unzip your dress and come ’ere.”

With shaking hands, Maggie did. She’d only been standing five or six steps away from him, but it felt like an epic journey.

Cole folded into her, pushing his face into her stomach and biting her through the fabric of her dress. One of his hands stole up under the hem. “So soft,” he said of her thighs.

And even though she knew her skin was ... regular, she suddenly felt soft. Desirable.

She parted her legs for him, and he cupped her mons.

“I’m pretty wet.” That was a massive understatement. She might not have ever been so ready before.

But rather than diving in like she’d expected him to, Cole pulled her up onto the couch until she was straddling him, and then he peeled her dress open, revealing her cleavage. Maggie had debated between this bra, which got scratchy after a few hours, and a more practical cotton one, and she was glad she’d gone for the lace. His approving smile lether know she’d made the right choice, and then he licked her cleavage. Actually licked her. And then his mouth was on her bra over her nipple.

He used his lips and his tongue and his teeth—exactly the right amount of teeth. Rough in a way that had her bucking against his hand, digging her nails into the back of his neck, whimpering in her own mouth, struggling to keep the inarticulate babble inside. TheOh my God, yes, just like thatandDon’t stop, don’t ever stopandI love you. Mostly that last one, because it was just too soon for that last one.

Entirely too soon.

Cole didn’t let up. Not consuming her breast, not working his fingers over her panties, and definitely not with the heel of his palm, blunt and firm and punishing against her clit. Exactly what she needed.

She came quickly, loudly. Like a malfunctioning firework that detonates the entire box all at once.

“How was that?” he said, lifting his head from her.

“Oh, you know, pretty good.” Maggie sprawled on her back across the couch, feeling boneless and embarrassed and desperate to come again.

“We’ll have to do better than that, then.” Cole started to strip off her dress, then stopped. “Can I take this off?”

“Yes, please.”

Once he’d dropped her dress to the floor, her bra followed. The way he looked at her, the way he stopped and kissed the lower part of her stomach, the stretch marks on her hips, it made her feel precious, perfect.

He left on her panties, which were soaked and messy, but he stood and stripped himself down to his boxers. “All night,” he vowed, settling between her legs. “I want to do that to you all night.”

Cole kissed her as if they were going to be tested on it later. Hungry, ravenous, consuming kisses. One of his hands was on her breast, and the other was on her ass. His hold was controlling. Acquisitive.

Which ... of course. She wanted him to touch her like that, to be his and to trust it would be forever. She felt like clay in the hands of a master.

He dragged himself over her, blunt and slow. “This good?”

“Y-yes.”

He made another pass and another and another. Each time it was harder and faster, and Maggie’s restraint disappeared.

She was rocking into him, her calf pulling him into her, until he ground against the spot that had her head rolling back. “There, there. Right ... oh God, please, harder, please.”

They, this, were probably hurting his erection, and she was probably being too loud, but Cole was kissing her neck and telling her that she was beautiful and that he wanted to see her fly again. She couldn’t help it, she couldn’t stop. She could only take and take and take.

Her orgasm, when it came, went on for forever. Her eyes were watering, and every cell in her body was vibrating. The things she said then, she couldn’t help them, but she’d never felt so good, and all control fell away. She was begging, begging him not to stop, and he was saying he wouldn’t ever stop, and she believed him.

She believed him.

When she was done, she would’ve rolled over, hid her face, but Cole pinned her hands to the couch. “That was ... you’re beautiful.”

He kissed her, sunny and assured, and then he scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom.

After depositing her on the colossal bed, he flipped on the light on the nightstand and then dug around in his suitcase for a box of condoms. He held them up. “Yes?”

“Yes.”

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