Page 96 of Into the Fire

He let out a chuckle. “Can’t argue that. Well, since the song is related to the bad shit right now, how about we work on something new? Something fun and upbeat.”

I shrugged. I was willing to try if he was.

He grinned. “Perfect. How do you feel about a kazoo and the tambourine?”

“Hey, you,”Cole’s deep growl tickled my ear as he ground his dick against my ass while I washed and peeled potatoes in the kitchen sink.

I dropped the potato I was working on and turned in his arms, draping my arms over his broad shoulders.

His lips met mine in a deep kiss that made me whimper.

“I like that you dropped the potato and not the knife,” he said against my lips.

“I thought a potato might intimidate you,” I answered, smiling.

He nipped my bottom lip and chuckled. “You know me so well, Rosebud.”

We kissed again before he pulled away.

“What?” I asked, looking up into his blue eyes. My heart jumped when I saw that glint of dark playfulness enter the pools of blue.

“The guys are gone doing something.”

I raised my brows. “It’s odd that you’re not.”

“I complained to the point they got sick of me. I’ve learned that if I do that, I can catch a free stay-behind every now and then.”

I smiled at him. “You’re tricksy.”

“Mm, baby, you don’t know the half of it.”

“Well, I don’t think you came in here to just grind against my backside.”

He grinned down at me. “You’re so smart.” He kissed me again. “I was actually thinking you and I could go have some fun upstairs in my room.”

“Oh?” I swallowed hard. “What do you have in mind?”

“You. Me. Maybe some experimenting with something silicone?”

“You want me to fuck you?” I blinked at him, heat pooling between my legs at the memory of fucking him with the strap-on.

“I’d like for us to fuck each other,” he murmured. “I liked what you did to me last time. I’d like to revisit that. Just us.”

I bit my bottom lip while staring up at him.

“I’m not that good at it. Enzo had to help me.”

He smiled. “So let’s practice, baby.”

I nodded, excited by the prospect. “OK.”

His eyes lit up before he scooped me over his shoulder and hauled me upstairs to his bedroom, my laughter ringing out around us.

“Here,” I said when he deposited me gently on the bed. I’d not dropped the knife on the way up.

His eyes sparkled as he took the knife from me and placed it on his bedside table.

“We’ll use that later.” He winked at me, making me wonder what we’d use it on.

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