Page 104 of Triplet Trouble For My Billionaire Boss

"Annie," he murmurs, his lips trailing down my neck, leaving a scorching path in their wake.

"We should—oh God," I moan as his teeth scrape over the sensitive skin of my collarbone.

He grins against my skin, and I can feel the heat in his gaze. He lifts me higher on his waist as he moves lower, his mouth tracing the curve of my breast, and I arch against him,unable to resist the temptation.

He takes my nipple between his lips, teasing and sucking, and I can't help but cry out. My hands fist in his wet hair, tugging him closer.

"Oh, God, Cole," I gasp, and he moves to the other side, giving it the same attention.

My body is on fire, and I can feel the need building inside me. His hands grip my hips, holding me steady, and his mouth trails lower, teasing and tasting.

He reaches my belly button, and I squirm against him, feeling the roughness of his clothes rubbing against my sensitive skin.

He chuckles and releases my hips, letting me slide down his body until my feet are on the ground. He steps back and stares down at me, his gaze dark and hungry.

"Turn around," he says, his voice a low growl as he takes off his shirt and tosses it in a wet heap on the ground. His pants follow a moment later. "Now. Put your hands on the wall."

I swallow, my heart hammering in my chest. I turn, placing my hands on the tile wall. The water pounds against my back, the heat seeping into my skin.

Cole moves closer, his hands skimming up my sides, trailing over my hips and breasts. He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear.

"Is this what you wanted, Annie?" he whispers. "To feel me inside you? To make you scream my name?"

I shudder, and his hands continue their exploration, cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples.

"Yes," I gasp, unable to deny it. "God, yes."

He growls, his lips trailing down my neck.

"Cole," I whimper, pressing against him.

"Not yet," he murmurs, his fingers slipping between my legs and teasing the entrance to my pussy. "First, you have to come for me."

His fingers slide inside, and I moan, arching against him. He works them in and out, coaxing a response from my body. My knees buckle, and he holds me steady, his strong arm wrapped around my waist.

I'm panting, the pleasure building with each stroke of his fingers. I'm so close, teetering on the edge.

Then he stops, and I cry out in frustration. "Cole, please."

I feel him chuckle behind me. "How quickly we forget."

"Forget?" I manage, still out of breath.

"Who's in charge," he says.

"Oh God," I moan. The desire is a living breathing thing, eating away at my stomach, making my legs shake, scattering all thoughts in my mind.

"Tellme," he demands.

"You're in charge," I breathe.

"Louder."

"You're in charge, Cole," I repeat, louder.

"Good girl," he says and slips his fingers back inside.

I gasp, my head falling forward as the pleasure threatens to overwhelm me. He starts slowly, then builds, picking up speed.

---