Page 73 of Triplet Trouble For My Billionaire Boss

My thoughts scatter as he works the two fingers inside of me and alternates between his lips and tongue, sending me to the very brink.

But before I can tip over the edge, he stops.

Again.

The bastard.

He works his way up my body, chuckling.

"A bastard, huh?" he says.

I didn't realize I'd said that out loud.

"Cole, please," I pant. "I can't."

"You can't?" he repeats, and there's a glint in his eye.

"I can't, not again," I whimper, writhing under him.

"You can," he says. "You will."

He's stroking my nipple gently with his fingers and watching me squirm. My juices are coating his lips, and I watch as his tongue snakes out and runs over them.

"Fuck," I groan, and he chuckles.

"Is this what you were imagining?" he asks.

I blink and try to focus on his words.

"W-what?"

"When you were touching yourself." He leans down and brushes his lips over mine, letting me taste myself on him. Something he seems to love doing. "Is this what you were imagining?"

Unable to help myself, I wrap my arms around his neck and bring his lip more firmly down to mine.

"Not in my wildest imagination,"I murmur honestly.

"Good or bad?" he questions.

"Good," I moan. "So, so good."

It's true, too.

This is nothing like what I thought it would be.

Even after Cole told me—what he liked and what he expected.

He is demanding and controlling and—

My thoughts scatter again when his fingers slip inside of me.

"You're so fucking sexy, Annie," he murmurs, and the praise sends a wave of heat through me.

"Cole, please," I say helplessly.

There's a groan of satisfaction from him, and I know he's enjoying my words, my tone. He did say he wanted me to cry and beg.

"I'm so close. I need it now!"

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