Page 118 of Love Me Again

“Okay,we’re going to try this one more time.”

I hold the spoon to Alaia’s mouth and feed her the vegetable medley. Her face goes sour, and she spits it out with a shudder. “You really don’t like this, huh?” I utter, putting her plate down with a sigh, and Alaia blinks at me and smiles showing her one tiny tooth she sprouted out of nowhere. “Don’t give me that smile. You need to eat your vegetables, young lady.”

“Why are you scolding my daughter?” I hear Cole say behind me as he walks into the kitchen. He leans over and drops a kiss on my neck and one on Alaia’s head before he goes to the coffee machine.

“She’s being stubborn and not eating her food.” I hold the spoon to her mouth, and she turns her head, shaking it. Cole sips his coffee and leans against the kitchen counter, watching us with a smile.

“Wonder who she gets that from.” He mutters, looking at me pointedly over the rim of his coffee mug.

“I love my food, actually.” I point out, casting him a playful look, and he grins back sexily. I love the way he looks in the mornings. His hair is all tousled from sleep and a night of passion. Wearing only a pair of white Calvin Klein boxers, Cole stood there, looking like a sexy model, all hard and muscular. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m lusting after him like a randy teen does her celebrity crush. I just can’t seem to get enough of him. I read an article that said victims of sexual assault often go through stages where they either don’t want sex or can’t get enough of it. For me, it seems to be the latter. It’s a coping mechanism; the feeling of being loved helps overcome the bouts of anxiety that fight its way to the surface from time to time. Cole didn’t seem to mind at all. Whether it be night or day, he’s always up for the task of pleasuring me.

“I was talking about the stubborn part.” He grins when I give him a wry look and retakes a sip of his coffee.

“Hey, you wanted her to be just like me.” I utter, getting up and picking up the plate of food and walking to the sink beside him. “You got your wish.”

“I’m not the one complaining, baby,” Cole informs me, his eyes playful as he sidles close to me. His bare shoulder brushing mine as he leans closer, the warmth of his body spreads through mine.

“You’re not complaining yet.” I smile sweetly. “You will see when she’s older and becomes a teenager, and you two start butting heads.” Coles smile fades, and his brows knit together. He looks over at Alaia, who was cooing and playing with her toy in her highchair.

“She’s going to be a good girl, just like her mother.” He states, and I chuckle, washing her plate.

“Good girl, huh?” I intone wetting my lips. “That’s not what you were saying last night.” I remind him, and a slow, knowing smirk spreads across his gorgeous face before he sets his coffee down and curls his fingers around my wrist, pulling me against his hard burly body. Cole’s green eyes glitter as they skim over my face.

“You’re a good girl with very bad intentions, Shayla Hoult.” I smile when he circles his arms around my waist, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “The perfect concoction of angel and devil in one beautiful package. You have the hottest kind of fire in you, and I just love to burn in it.”

I feel my cheeks grow hot under his gaze, images of the night before filling my mind. “You ignited that fire in me, Cole.” I declare, running my hands over his perfectly cut biceps. “I don’t know what you’ve done to me, but I just can’t get enough of you,” I whisper against his lips, and he groans lowly, his hands cupping my bum and squeezing. “I’m worried you’re going to get sick of me.”

Cole frowns. “You must be joking. I’m obsessed with you.” Cole whispers back, gliding his velvet tongue across my lips teasingly. I feel a hot desire course through my body and pool between my legs, making my knees wobble and womanhood pulse. “I’m addicted to you.” He moans, tugging my bottom lip before he coaxed my lips apart and sinks his tongue in my mouth in search of mine. I greet his tongue with a gentle stroke of mine over his, and he groans zealously, tugging me against him roughly. “Fuck. Do that again.” Cole breathes, squeezing my hips. I slide my hands over his strapping chest and glide my tongue over his smoothly with a breathy moan. I can feel his erection, hard like stone, pressed up against my belly. “You are insatiable. As soon as Laia is down for her nap, I’m going to fuck you wild.” Cole growls possessively and kisses me hard and dirty, landing a hard slap on my bum and squeezing after, making me cry out in pleasure and just a touch of pain. Cole made it a point to christen our new seven-bedroom home as soon as we moved in.

Though it was insanely big, ten thousand feet, the house was exquisite, a half-acre plot with three floors. Cole and I fell in love with it the moment we saw the house from the outside. It was built on a private road in-country, secluded and peaceful. It has seven bedrooms, eight bathrooms, and five reception rooms. The kitchen was my favourite, it was spacious, and it had a big while granite island in the middle and the units was a dark walnut colour with three built-in ovens. There was a huge splashback mirror where the sink was located, which brightened up the whole room. To the back of the kitchen, there were white French doors to access the patio garden. Our master bedroom was so big it had five separate rooms in it. It had his and hers ensuite bathrooms, a living room, and two separate dressing rooms with a sun terrace overlooking the beautiful garden.

“What do you think?” Cole whispers in my ear, drawing me back against his chest as I stood in the walk-in dressing room.

“It’s incredible, but it’s so big, baby.” Cole spins me around and looks down into my face. “It’s only three of us. We’ll get lost in this house.”

Cole grins delightfully, “Three of us...for now. We’re going to fill this home up with our babies.” He murmurs, kissing me softly. “Besides, we’re going to need the extra bedrooms for housekeepers and a live-in nanny.” I pull my head back and look up at him with a frown.

“Live-in nanny?” I intone, and he nods slowly. “Why would we need a live-in nanny?”

Cole brushes his fingers through my hair. “Well, you are going to come back to work eventually, right? I don’t see you being the kind of girl to want to give up your career to be a stay-at-home mum.” He explains, and I chew my bottom lip. That thought hadn’t even occurred to me. Cole noticed the saddened look on my face and tilted my head up so I could look at him. “Hey, what’s with the sad face?”

“Cole, I don’t want another woman raising our kids,” I tell him ruefully, and he brushes his thumb along my jaw, his mouth set in a thin line.

“Of course you don’t, baby, but what about your career? You worked so hard to get your degree. The last thing I want is for you to be unhappy.” Cole expresses thoughtfully, and I sigh, my shoulders dropping. “Honey, I was raised by a nanny, and I turned out fine.” He specifies with an assuring smile. “I want you by my side at Cult. We have an empire to run, baby,”

“I know, but I don’t want a live-in nanny,” I say, peeking up at him through my lashes, and he smiles dotingly. “We can have a nanny to watch the kids while we’re at work, but when we come home, I want it to be just us. I want to come home and cook my husband and kids a home-cooked meal. I want to take care of my family, not have someone else—especially other women doing it.” I clarify, brushing my fingers over his tie to smooth it out. “I don’t want random girls living in our house.”

Cole tilts his head to the side and regards me curiously with his eyes narrowed. “Shayla, this isn’t a movie or a porno. I’m not going to screw the nanny or the housekeeper's sweetheart.”

I scowl at him and pull my head back. “Won’t stop them from wanting to screw you, though? If I were a maid working in your house and I saw you day in day out, I would definitely fantasise about screwing you.”

Cole throws his head back and laughs with gusto. “Honey, if you were a maid in my house, I would screw you, no doubt.” I hit his arm, and he chuckles, tightening his arms around me. “Oh God, I’ve got a semi just thinking about it.” Cole groans, brushing his lips along my jaw. “Do you think we can role play that later?” He murmurs in my ear, making me flush ten different shades of red.

“Cole!” I rebuke, trying my best to look affronted, but my lips curl into a smile when he looks at me with eyes full of desire.

“What?” I stare at him, “Don’t tell me you’re not thinking about it. You’re all red.” Cole grins, wagging his brows at me suggestively. I was thinking about it. I curl my fingers around his tie and yank his face close to mine.

“You’re a dirty man.” I purr, and he responds with a throaty groan, his hands wandering down to my bum while his mouth snatches mine, drawing me into a feverish kiss.

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