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‘A natural beauty, huh? Good for you.’
‘Drinks,’ the guy assigned to be our waiter returned with our cocktails. But that didn’t seem to stop Irina. She just took her drink while I took mine, then continued. Nothank youwasted on him.
‘You should have seen me a year ago. Unrecognizable. Now I’m a fucking beauty star.’
More like a porn star if anyone would have asked me, but I couldn’t really say that to her.
No surprises as she went on and on about shoes, and clothes and cosmetics and more plastic surgeries to the point I was bored to death. Maybe this was what girls talked about. Maybe I was the one fucked up. But I couldn’t give a damn about her plastic surgery or implants, or whatever her position brought her. The humiliation wasn’t worth any of that, and I knew that first hand.
‘I’m a little tired, and besides, I have to get ready for Cole. He’ll get cranky if I’m not perfect by the time he returns. You know how these things are.’ I tried excusing myself.
‘Oh, I know, believe me,’ Irina smiled with a hint of worry resting on her lips ‘Wear something red. I bet it looks great on you.’
‘Oh, that’s exactly my choice. It was nice meeting you.’ I drifted off, in a small race to get to my room without any other intervention.
My plan worked. I arrived safely, and after a hot shower, I changed into something red. Just as Irina said. Although, I wasn’t sure if she was referring to the red flannel pajama I put on.
Maybe I was getting my messages all mixed up that night, but I got between the sheets to wait for Cole and prepare myself for when he returned.
I just hoped he’d find me indreamland.
Chapter 17
Iheard him walk into the room, but there wasn’t a chance in hell I would wake up and welcome him. Not when I knew whatwelcomingwould really mean. I just pretended to be asleep, biting the tip of my tongue to contain my curiosity.
Did he get something out of Camden, anything that could help us?
I didn’t ask. Just kept my eyes shut as I heard him turning on the water in the shower then promptly slipping out of his clothes and getting into bed. I was patiently waiting to see if he would remain on his side of the mattress. It didn’t take long. Before I knew it, his arm wrapped around my waist sneaking one of his hands beneath my fluffy blouse and reaching for my breasts. His fingers locked tightly over my throbbing nipple, hardening it on touch. But I held my ground, reaching the impossible and withstanding Cole’s delicious assault while still pretending to be asleep.
Soon, a few cusses left his tongue, keeping his thumb and forefinger playing with my aching tip as a baby plays with his favorite toy when he falls asleep. The sensation tormented me, raising a fervor I knew couldn’t be stilled —at least for that night. I wasn’t going to trade the last drops of my dignity for a soothing of flesh. Even if the flesh vibrated with the agony of being deprived of him.
By some miracle, I managed to fall asleep. I just wished the miracle would last throughout the next day since the morning found me with a surprise wrapped around my core. Cole’s hand was deep down in my panties, rubbing with a light touch against my clit while the other was playing on with hardened nipple again.
How was I supposed to pretend to be asleep when my body seemed so fiercely awake!? His hand kept moving like slow torture on my skin, gliding into my need of him, each time a little stronger. Each time, driving me a little more out of my mind. I could feel him so tense behind me, grinding his teeth while pleasuring me, turning my arousal into his own. I couldn’t hold back a moan as my irrefutable ecstasy was closing in.
‘I know you’re awake, Mouse,’ he ground harder against me, getting my body to arch beside his. ‘Does it feel good?’
I nodded.
No point in denying the obvious.
‘Of course, it does,’ he moved his hand harder and faster. ‘The only problem is that you haven’t been a really good girl, have you now? You pretended to be asleep last night. Like you did earlier.’ He pinched my clit, making my face bury itself into the pillow, purring with incoming ecstasy. ‘And this outfit. I always wanted to fuck Little Red Riding Hood. But I know you didn’t choose it to fulfill one of my fantasies. You wanted to discourage me from touching you,’ he muttered, insisting on an impossible spot that was crushing my ovaries from the pressure. ‘I guess that doesn’t apply now. You want me to touch you now, don’t you?’
‘Yes,’ I whimpered into the pillow, allowing my body to speak for my mind. I was one second away from convulsing with shattering pleasure, when-
‘Too bad you didn’t stay up and wait for me,’ his movement stopped, leaving me with an anguish so impossible to handle that I was even thinking of stealing his hand and making it my prisoner. But I couldn’t let him see my desperation, although it was becoming quite obvious as a few cries lost themselves between the sheets. ‘Now, get your ass up. We’re invited to a small afterparty.’
‘Did you get anything out of him?’ I asked, still unable to turn and look him in the eyes.
‘I’ll tell you later. We have to get dressed now,’ he smirked, keeping my curiosity on the edge.
‘You can’t let me boil like that.’
‘You let me boil last night.’
‘And you just got your revenge a few minutes ago.’
‘I turned down twins last night to come and be with you.’
