Page 30 of Best Laid Plans
I don’t know why, but his words make me blush. I had gone back to his place for sex, and with no numbers exchanged, I didn’t think I would see him again. That was the plan. Part of me forgets that I don’t really know much about him. Then, I remind myself that was exactly the point. It was just supposed to be sex, nothing more. But the way Cole is looking at me tells me he isn’t pleased that our night ended the way it did. I don’t know that following him to his office was a good idea.
He’s studying me now, a small smirk on his lips. Images of those same lips all over my body pop to the front of my brain, and I’m wondering if the wetness between my thighs is from the ultrasound lube or if it’s from the way Cole’s looking at me.
“That’s true.” I lick my lips, my mouth suddenly dry. “I like your coat.”
What? I’d cringe at my horrible conversation skills, but he’s still staring at me and that wouldn’t make me look any less nuts. So, I own the word vomit that is coming out of my mouth and smile confidently.
Cole sets the clipboard down on his desk, the metal clattering against the glass desk top. My body must sense that the closer this man gets to me the weirder I act, so in its quest for self-preservation, when Cole moves toward me, my feet instinctively move backwards. A few steps later, I’m against the wall, a Brooke sandwich, me between Cole and a wall.
“You know what I like, Brooke?”
Cole’s masculine scent washes over me, and I no longer have to wonder if it’s the ultrasound gel soaking my panties. His blue eyes are laser focused on my face. I have forgotten to breathe, and I have to take a deep breath to calm my burning lungs.
“No.” I shake my head, in case he missed the throaty whisper that came out of my mouth. “What do you like?”
“When I sleep with a woman, I like her to be there the next morning so I can fuck her again then take her to breakfast.”
“Oh.”
“I thought we had a good time,” he smirks, that hot as hell sexy smirk of his, “no, I know we had a good time. Am I mistaken?”
“No, it was great. You were great.”
Cole’s breath is warm on my neck when he lets out a deep chuckle. His lips are near my ear.
“Should I remind you how great it was?”
Yes. Please, yes.
A sound I can’t even describe releases itself from my throat involuntarily.
Wait, no. This was not the plan. It was supposed to be one time. I’m supposed to follow what the paperwork says. Did the doctor say I could have sex before the whole embryo injection thing? Wait, we’re not going to have sex in his office. That would be…oh god, Cole’s hand slides under my skirt and it’s really hard to focus when his palm starts to caress my inner thigh, his long fingers inching their way toward my center.
“I’ve been thinking about your warm pussy pulsing around my cock.”
“Is pussy a technical term?” Trying to keep my cool, I throw Cole’s words from Saturday night back at him, but he just smiles. “It seems like pussy would be a dime a dozen around here.” My words are challenging, like I don’t believe in his world of seeing vaginas all day that mine is that unique. Is it weird that I want it to be? To him?
“Brooke, you have an exceptionally gorgeous pussy.”
Cole’s finger slides over said pussy, and I try to stifle my moan, but his lips swallow it up anyway. I open up to him, letting his tongue tangle with mine. My hands dig into his thick hair, and I immediately remember how I pulled roughly on the same strands when he sucked my clit Saturday night. The feel of Cole’s lips on mine is like a sigh of relief I didn’t even know I was holding in. I want to fight whatever this is, but for the moment I’m just lost in this feeling with him. The way his body presses into me, his lips on mine, his hand under my skirt. With long strokes, his finger slides up and down my center, moving my wetness up to my clit. My brain has stopped functioning, my body is in charge now.
“You’re so wet, I wish I could fuck you right here.” I can feel his hard length pressing into my stomach. He slides two fingers into me, and my knees buckle, but he’s holding me up while he works me over. His fingers thrusting in and out while his thumb circles my clit. My hands tighten around the lapels of Cole’s white doctor coat, holding on for dear life.
“Cole...I need…oh god…”
“What do you need, Brooke?”
His lips are leaving a trail of kisses down my neck, as his fingers thrust into me hard. Shit, he’s really good at this.
Before I can form the words, my orgasm moves through me, a wave of pleasure unfurling from my lower belly, that rushes down my legs like an electrical current. My whole body feels like a limp noodle, and I’d likely be a puddle on the floor if Cole wasn’t holding me up.
He holds me there for a minute, whispering sweet nothings about how he loves watching me come, and how hard he’s going to be all day thinking about my wet pussy, how he’s never going to be able to be in his office and not think of me, my hips rocking as he finger-fucked me against the wall.
Holy shit. That was amazing. And it is amazing to be lost in him, until I open my eyes and am reminded that we’re in Cole’s office. Cole’s once perfectly-styled hair is now wild from my roaming hands, he looks even sexier than he did before, just slightly disheveled. His white coat is creased where my hands had been gripping it.
My gaze settles on Cole’s, his blue eyes are relaxed, his smile is sexy, showing off his perfect white teeth.
“Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
