Page 184 of Waiting Game

Hot pink jeans—not many would have the guts to wear them but Cole does.

My mouth curves at the sight of a supposedly feminine color that Cole does weird shit to.

His dick isthere.

Seriously, you can’t hide something that big. And his muscular thighs distort the dyed denim. Yet, combined with ablack Oxford and a dark gray sports coat, I can’t say that it works but he’s sexy AF.

My gaze locks on his ass when he twists around as one of his teammates yells something.

Damn, my man is smokin’.

When did he become my man?

And my brain decides to remind me of the fact that I told Jarvis I was dating someone…

With my head abuzz, I bite my lip, but he keeps me going as I finish up the shift.

When I answer my cell at half-past eleven on the walk home, waving bye at Dionne as she continues onto the bus stop at the end of the street, I grin at nothing, well aware that it’s him.

“You looked gorgeous tonight.”

He did.

He might also look like he got changed in two different locker rooms, but he was fine as fuck.

Cole hums. “You’re good for my ego.”

“Like it was in any way, shape, or form damaged.” I pin my cell to my ear as I unlock the door to my building and walk up the stairs.

“You’re rough on it,” he denies, but his tone is laced with satisfaction.

“I’m sorry about forgetting to send you the picture. The calf injury… that’s not my fault, right?”

“Ah, baby, you even thinking that is cute as fuck to me. But no, of course, it’s not. Still, don’t forget again to be on the safe side, huh?”

That has me smiling as I ask, “How is it?”

“Not good but I’ve dealt with worse.” From his tone alone, I know he doesn’t want to talk about it. “I finished that godawful book today.”

“We agreed that we wouldn’t diss each other’s choices,” I chide.

“Why would you want to read about massive ants taking over the universe?”

“That’s not the point,” I mumble. “Anyway, don’t lie to me. I know that sci-fi romance is a thing.”

“Yeah, but it’s with hot aliens who have massive cocks. Plural.”

My brows lift. “Plural?”

“Oh,” he croons. “I’m so ready to corrupt you. There’s a whole world of smut out there waiting for you, babe.”

I grin. “One book at a time.”

“Don’t tell me that scene with the fisting didn’t get you hot,” he argues. “You like being stuffed full of my dick too much not to enjoy the imagery.”

“While I enjoyed the imagery, Cole Korhonen, have youlookedat your hands? You would tear my pussy apart. It wouldn’t be a pussy anymore.”

“They’re not that big!”

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