Page 72 of Enemies, Lovers & A Valentine's Baby

“More…” she begs, completely breathless.

I pull my head from her breasts now, slipping my body lower and lower, dropping wet kisses as I make my way down her body.

Her body trembles when she feels my wet tongue on her nub, licking and sucking the sensitive bud into my hot mouth. Her entire body bucks, lifting off the bed, fingers gripping my hair tightly as she tries to keep my head in place.

She moans and gasps underneath me, a euphoric expression on her face.

“Cole, please…” she begs, eyes shut in absolute bliss.

I make my way back up her body, my rock hard member sliding up her legs and thighs. Her eyes cloud with lust as she stares down at my hardness. Her little pink tongue darts out and runs across her lips.

I position myself at her dripping entrance, dragging the tip of my rock hard member slowly against her nub, back and forth against her slick opening till she can’t take it anymore. Then slowly, I slide deep into her, drinking in her moans as she adjusts to the fullness of me inside her. God, she’s so tight and wet. I kiss her deeply, sucking her tongue in the same tempo as I slide into her. Her body is on sensation overload; I can feel her insides sucking greedily at me as wetness gushes down her thighs.

Once I’m completely buried inside her, I slide out slowly, thrusting again into her. I slowly pick up the pace, slamming harder and harder. The only sounds are her moans and the wet sloshing sounds as I fuck her.

Her arms tighten around my neck. “Oh my God! Cole! Please,” she begs now, her body trembling violently as I give her what she wants. She struggles to breathe, grinding herself against me.

I try to calm my racing heart, burying my face in her neck while she begs me not to stop. I slide my hands under her ass, lifting her to me as I pound relentlessly into her. I feel myself get impossibly harder, and I know it’s only a matter of time.

“I’m going to come,” she whispers, clutching onto me tightly.

I thrust into her faster now, plowing her body roughly, completely out of control. Her head arches back in pure euphoria as she clutches me tighter to her body.

“Cole!” she screams, nails digging into my shoulders as her body shakes, her walls tightening around me in spasms.

Her orgasm sucks greedily at me, and I groan, trembling as I empty myself inside of her. I collapse on top of her, still buried deep inside, and I can feel her spasms still sucking at me as I try to calm my racing heart and slow down my ragged breathing.

The last thought that drifts through my mind before I give into the soft tug sleep is:

She’s finally mine.

Chapter 29

One Night Only

Lila

Turning around, I crack my eyes open to find myself in a dimly lit room. The alarm clock on the nightstand reads 5:06 A.M., and as I try to bring myself back to reality, everything that happened last night comes rushing back through my aching head. I must’ve had more wine than I thought, because my head feels like it’s been stuffed with cotton candy.

Cole stirs slightly besides me, a reminder of my choices last night. I reach out to caress his face, enjoying the feeling of watching him sleep peacefully. He’s so gorgeous.

My eyes greedily take in his toned chest, making their way down to his tight, muscular abs. I pull the covers down, lickingmy lips as that part of him that gave me so much pleasure comes into view. I blush as memories of last night float at the back of my mind.

I’m embarrassed to admit that at almost forty years old, it was the first time I’ve had an orgasm. I lost count of the amount. I thought this multiple orgasm thing was only something men made up, but now I can speak from personal experience that it’s a real thing.

Reluctantly, I pull my eyes away from him and take in the room. It’s much darker than the other parts of the house I’ve seen so far but matches his dark, brooding personality perfectly.

My brows crease together as I try to collect my scattered thoughts. Still wrapped in his blanket, I walk to his window, looking through it to see that the snow has cleared up. The very reason I came home with him in the first place. My thoughts return to how freeing last night turned out to be. From finally getting the apology I never knew I needed to feeling safe enough to speak my own truth. Even down to those passionate moments I wondered if I’d ever feel again.

A silly smile stretches out across my face, the delicious soreness between my legs reminding me of things that make my body tingle all over again.

I catch sight of my dress draped over a chair in the corner. I don’t remember him bringing it in last night. My eyes land on the discarded sweatsuit in a messy heap on the floor, and just like that, reality comes crashing down on me.

Whatever happened last night, Cole is still Cole. Nothing’s changed. He’s still the man who’s had a different woman on his arm every time I’ve seen him over the last eight years. He’s the man who’s been hurt so badly that he doesn’t have any love left to give to any woman. He said so himself. That phase is over for him. I can’t offer anyone much anymore either, so it might as well be over for me too.

Last night was amazing, but that’s all it’s ever going to be. One night. And now, it’s over.

I slip into the sweatsuit quietly and grab my dress, careful not to wake him as he’s still peacefully asleep. I open the door slowly, glancing one more time at his beautiful sleeping form before I slip out of the door. By the time I make my way out of the house my Uber is already waiting for me outside.

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