Page 52 of Enemies, Lovers & A Valentine's Baby

He chuckles softly, finally lifting himself up and crawling back up to my face, his lips glistening with my wetness.

“You ready for me, princess?” he asks. I can feel his thickness throbbing against my wet entrance just waiting to get in.

“Yes!” I moan. I’m ready for anything he wants to do to me right now.

He positions himself and—

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

My eyes fly open.

I gasp, my entire body shooting up in the bed, drenched with sweat.

I stare at the familiar walls of my bedroom trying to calm my racing heart, as reality kicks in and I try to wrap my head around what just happened.

Did…did I just have a dream about Cole Matthews?

My hard, sensitive nipples and pulsing center tell me that I definitely had a very wet dream about him.

Where the hell did that come from?

I blame Jo for this.

A glance at the small alarm clock sitting on my table shows 8:37 A.M.

8:37?

Shit!

I jump out of bed, heading straight for the bathroom, already pulling the clothes off my body. I’m supposed to be halfway out of the house by now!

I’m supposed to be scouting out some potential venues for the Valentine’s ball with Cole today.

After what was probably the Guinness record for short showers, I dress in a form-fitting black turtleneck dress, letting my brown hair cascade down my back in gentle waves. I put on some warm brown shadow and bronze eyeliner that brings out the blue in my eyes. I swipe on some mascara, blush, and gloss, stepping back to admire my work.

Grabbing my phone off the nightstand, I scroll through my contacts until I find the name that I’m looking for. He picks up on the second ring.

“Hello?” his deep baritone voice sends a shiver straight to my core. I have a flashback to my earlier dream, and I rotate my shoulders to shake it off, smoothing my hands down my breasts to calm my suddenly tight nipples.

“Hello, Cole,” I greet. “I’ve narrowed down possible venues for the ball to two options. I think they’re both great, but it would help to have another pair of eyes to check them out,” I say, hoping the message is clear.

“What did you have in mind with these venues?” he asks.

“I think it’s better if I show you. Can you meet me on Newbury? I’d like to get your feedback. Would help with the decision making.”

“Okay. I’ll meet you there in thirty minutes,” he says simply.

“Great. See you there,” I say, right before hanging up.

I stand at the side of the street, waiting for Cole. It’s only been twenty-five minutes, but as the time for me to see him draws closer, the bundle of nerves that has formed low in my stomach seems to tighten.

Suddenly, I see a familiar, tall figure emerging from a black Range Rover that is parked by the side of the road.

“Took you long enough,” I say, even though I know he’s technically a little early.

“I’m sorry. Have you been waiting very long?” he asks, brows creasing slightly.

“Doesn’t matter. Come on,” I say dismissively, walking to stand just in front of the Coral. I’ve come here once before to check out the venue for another event I planned a while back, but this will be the first time I actually step into the building.

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