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“It’s yours,” I say, my voice thick with emotion. “I love you, Cole. It’s all yours.”

Unable to hold back, we collide in a mess of lips and limbs, my hands fumbling to get Cole out of his clothes.

My eyes roam over his physical beauty, taking in the perfect view of the man who unexpectedly swept me off my feet. Not wanting to rush any part of this, we stare at one another, both of us captivated by the beauty of falling.

Soon enough, we’re skin to skin, rolling and rubbing, giving ourselves to each other and this moment. He takes me in his hands. Working me, teasing me, loving me in all the ways he knows how.

My body arches in anticipation as I feel slick fingers breach my hole. Quickly he grabs the lube and the condom and sits up.

I pull the condom out of his hold.

“Make love to me, Cole?”

“Are you sure?”

“I want to feel you, Cole. I want to feel how much you love me, and I want you to know how much I love you.” My voice shakes with need. “Please.”

I watch him lather himself up with lube, that sight alone enough to tip me over the edge.

“Sit on top of me, baby,” he demands. “I want you to see my face when I show you just how much I love you.”

Straddling him, I lower myself onto his greedy cock, my hole pulsating for him. Inch by inch, I watch his face morph into complete ecstasy.

Full to the hilt, I whimper at how good it feels.

Fuck,” he groans. “This feels better than anything I’ve ever imagined.”

I bounce up and down on his cock, while he wraps his fingers around my length and begins jerking me off.

“Can you feel me loving you?” he asks, our movements getting faster. “Can you feel it, baby?”

“Cole,” I warn.

“Tell me,” he demands. “Can you feel it?”

Yes,” I cry out, my body convulsing in pleasure, making a mess between us.

“Today. Tomorrow. Always.” he rasps in between deep thrusts, before his body follows mine.

I fall on top of him, a malleable ball of skin.

“How long am I going to love you for?” he whispers

“Today. Tomorrow. Always.”

25

Cole

Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I fuck around with my bow tie till it looks decent enough to leave the house. Tonight is the King University Annual Christmas Gala at the National Archives. Harper will be thrilled I’m finally getting to see it.

Capitalizing on the already established Annual Christmas Gala, Dean Billings used the National Archives as the perfect backdrop to pay homage to those organizations contributing to our History and Art department research funds.

The only good thing about tonight is that Elijah will be there. Dressed up to the nines, I’ll get to undress him with my eyes, knowing that later I’ll get to come home and do it for real.

Since coming back from Chicago, our combined workload has been borderline unmanageable, but now that the winter break is upon us, Elijah and I plan on making the absolute most of the uninterrupted weeks ahead.

Seeing as Elijah didn’t end up inviting his parents, like all the other students, he managed to coerce the school board into adding Callie and Aiden’s names as his guests for tonight. Things between he and Aiden haven’t really changed. Their dorm is being used like a motel, and their interactions have been almost non existent.

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