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He tucks my hair behind my ear, just like he always does during our tender moments. “Let’s have some cake then before we get to all of the depraved things I want to do with you.”

I smile and laugh as I head to my cabinet for a couple of plates.

“Oh, we won’t be needing those,” Cole says, grabbing a fork from the drawer. He digs it into the cake and takes a forkful, holding it out in my direction. “Come over here, Starlight.”

I slowly saunter my way back. “Shouldn’t you take the first bite?”

“I’d rather feed you the first bite.” I part my lips for him, and he slips the cake into my mouth.

I moan as I taste the rich chocolate of the cake and the French vanilla of the buttercream. “Holy shit, that’s so good.”

“You’ve got a little icing on the corner of your mouth.” Before I can reach to swipe it away, Cole leans forward and licks it right off me. “Fuck, thatisgood.”

“Are you talking about the cake or me?” I can’t mask the desire in my voice right now, so turned on by such a simple action.

Though that action was hot as hell.

“Does it matter?” he whispers, lips ghosting my ear. “You know you taste sweeter than any dessert.”

Filthy thoughts flood my head, and I’m so close to just smashing this cake to the floor and mounting him on my kitchen counter.

Instead, I dip my finger into the icing, trailing it in a line down his neck. I lean up and lick it off.

“Fucking love when you get flirty, baby,” Cole says, tone husky.

“You can always lick more off me if you want.”

He lets out a breath while adjusting himself. He’s already hard. “My girl is kinky tonight, isn’t she?”

“Why don’t you find out, Cole?”

His lips are on mine before I can blink, claiming my mouth.

He swipes his finger through the icing before pulling down the top of my shirt, exposing the swell of my breast. He immediately wipes his finger on my skin and leans down to suck off the buttercream, using his tongue to clean it off while leaving what will be a dark mark right on my tit.

His eyes are dark with lust as I look at him, and I know I’ve already soaked through the thin lace of my panties.

I quickly pull off Cole’s T-shirt, taking in the sight of his deliciously inked skin and defined muscles. His Big Dipper tattoo seems to have healed nicely, and I love the way it looks on him.

Sensing my next move, he takes more icing and trails it down his abs. I don’t waste time before I lick every bit of it from his rigid body.

When I stand up straight again, Cole immediately goes for the hem of my T-shirt, pulling it off so quickly that I’m surprised he didn’t rip it in half. My jeans are next, shoved to the floor in a rough push.

“Fuck, that is so sexy,” he rasps, enjoying the sight of my newest lingerie set. “You look so good in my favorite color.”

I smile as I fumble with the button of his jeans. “Blue might just be one of my favorite colors to wear now.” I push his pants down his legs, and he kicks them to the side.

Cole kisses me frantically, desperately, as he picks me up and sets me on the counter. I unclasp my bra and slide it off as he peppers sloppy kisses up my neck. With my breasts now free, I grab more icing, swiping it right over my nipple.

His smile is devious. “I love your bedroom confidence, baby girl. Never afraid to tell me what it is you want.” He quickly bends down and sucks my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the pebbled peak as he cleans me of the sticky dessert.

I can’t help but moan as I arch my back, pushing my chest into him. “Cole…”

“Do you want some more buttercream, Rory?”

I nod enthusiastically as I know exactly what he’s going to do.

He hooks his fingers under the waistband of his boxers and shoves them to the ground, freeing his hard cock, the sight of which alone has me salivating.

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