Page 239 of Waiting Game

Two.

Quietly.

Then, I retreat to my office where a bunch of packages arrived this morning. One of which is something I was excited to receive but I had to stick with my routine or I’d be screwed for the rest of the day—it’s game night, after all.

Derailing with sex is okay, but opening PR packages… nah.

Still, I toss the ones I don’t want aside, looking for the box that has zero branding on it to a suspicious degree.

Iknewshe’d love that Omegaverse stuff and I planned ahead.

Box in hand, I tear into it and come up with the goods.

With a pleased grin, I head to the bathroom to wash the ‘item,’ then I stare at it and wonder how the fuck I’m supposed to get it on my cock.

Pondering the bright purple and green ring, I drag the opening wider to see if my dick’ll even fit in it.

It’s stretchy as hell so I think it will…

Ten minutes later, semi-hard from the constriction, I manage to get the motherfucker on.

“This had better be worth it,” I grumble to myself, even though I have to admit Cole Jr. has never looked more beautiful.

Snorting at the thought, I retreat to the bedroom and find her pink-cheeked and breathing heavily.

Her eyes light up at the sight of me, though, and she opens her arms for me. “This book is hot.”

“Told you,” I tell her smugly before I blow a chef’s kiss.

“This is why you dose us up in lube sometimes.”

When I have a bottle within reach…

“That and the fact that I have a legendarily large cock to get into your deliciously tight pussy.”

Her eyes settle at half-mast. “Get the legend over here, would you? You’ve got a mess to clear up.”

“Why is it my job?”

“Because you introduced me to this,” she quips. “How am I supposed to focus, Cole?”

“Well, we’ve found a way to make you chill out…”

“I’m not feeling very chilled.”

This all started with her freaking out about Rachel’s staff not having been in touch yet.

I’d made the book at the same time as the Reylo one, but I’d held this back, thinking it might be too much, too soon.

I shouldn’t have doubted her.

As I clamber onto the bed, I murmur, “Are you pantsless?”

“Duh.”

Flat on my back by this point, I tap my chin. “Come on, baby girl. Take a seat.”

She scrambles out from under the sheets without a second thought, revealing…

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