Page 119 of Love Me Again

“Keep talking to me in that manner, and I’ll fuck your brains out right here in this dressing room, Gorgeous girl.” Cole hisses against my lips as he backs me up against the mirror.

I grin against his mouth. “You fuck, you buy, Mr Hoult.”

“I can’t put a price on your pussy, baby.” Cole moans, gathering my arms up over my head and licking down my throat. “But it will most definitely be worth the fifteen million.”

“That’s one expensive fuck.” I grin, and he smiles naughtily while hiking up my skirt.

“And you’re worth every penny.” Cole moans as he hoists me up into his arms and slides into me hard and deep. The estate agent showing us the house was around somewhere and could catch us having sex any moment, but neither of us cared about anything but each other. Cole was pounding into me so hard I couldn’t contain the whimpers of pleasure as I reach my climax. Cole covered my mouth with his hand smothering my moans. “Ahh, fuck!” He growls when I clamp down on him, and he nears his own release. I cover his mouth with my hand, silencing him, and we come together in heated bliss.

“You’re trouble, Cole Hoult.” I grin, panting when he removes his hand from my mouth. What am I going to do with this man?

“And you love it.”

I really did.

I love being reckless with him. We’ve had such a troubled relationship. We never really enjoyed being together and doing things most people who date do. After Cole told the agent we’re buying the house and to send him the paperwork; he took me out to lunch to celebrate our new beginning.

The following two weeks were spent packing the old house to move to the new place. Cole was at work, so the girls came over to help me pack.

“Jesus, I thought I had a lot of crap.” Aimee huffs, settling a box down on the floor, and winces.

I smile sheepishly. “It’s mainly Cole’s stuff. All my stuff I fit into like four boxes. The rest is all his, Alaia’s and kitchenware.” I sigh, looking around the house sadly. “I can’t believe we’re moving again. I feel like that’s all I've done lately, packing and moving from one place to another. I moved out of the apartment to Coles, then back to the apartment, then back to Coles, then here, then back to the apartment, then back here again and now to a whole new place.”

Aimee blinks at me and sighs. “I’m exhausted just listening to you say that sentence, girl.” She grumbles sitting on the floor, and she smiles when Jo comes waddling over. “That better be pillows in that box.”

Jo smiles and sets the box beside the others. “It was.” She replies and comes over to join us.

“How's my nephew?” I coo, reaching over and rubbing her bump. She beams at the mention of her baby boy.

“He’s good, growing well and very active, so much so that he doesn’t let me sleep at night.” Jo pouts, moving my hand to a spot where I can feel him kick. “Between the baby and your brother's horrific snoring, I'm exhausted.”

I laugh, “Yeah, Sam’s snores still haunt me to this day. I could hear him through the wall; how you manage to sleep next to him fascinates me.” Jo rolls her eyes, shaking her head.

“I wish you would have warned me before I got myself involved with him.” She whimpers mockingly, and I grin.

“I would have, had you told me you were thinking about sleeping with him?” I point out, and she grins sheepishly and winces.

“You got me there.” She laughs a little. “The sly bastard charmed me with his dirty mouth and sexy muscles.” I roll my eyes with a grin.

“I’m starving,” Aimee complains, rubbing her flat stomach with a pout. “All this hard work has got me famished. Let's order Chinese. I could devour some kung pao chicken and sticky rice.”

I moan at the thought of food; I was hungry too. “We ate a sandwich an hour ago, but that sounds too good to pass up. I’ll order it.” I get up to my feet and sway when my head spins. “Whoa, head spin.”

“Shay, you okay?” Aimee asks, concerned, and I nod when it subsides.

“Yeah, I got up too quick, I think. I’m good.” I take out the Chinese menu and order our food. We sat around the kitchen island, eating our food and discussing our men. “Should I be worried?”

Aimee frowns, shaking her head. “No, of course not. Every man has fantasies about screwing a nanny. It’s right up there with the maid and nurse. How was it, though?” She asks, her eyes glittering as she looks at me curiously.

I smile and pick up a piece of chicken with my chopsticks. “Amazing, but our sex life always has been,” I explain, biting my lip. “I’ve been crazy randy lately. If I see him topless and walking around, I get the urge to jump him. I’m worried he’s going to get sick of me if we keep humping like bunnies.”

“Mm, I was like that with Sam. He’d come home after a workout and just looking at him all sweaty drove me crazy.” Jo explains, chewing on her chicken. “Then I found out I was pregnant, and it turns out it was my hormones running wild.”

Aimee grins, leaning back in her chair. “Josh and I have been at it like crazy too, so you’re not alone, girl.”

I laugh, “You would be. You’re still in the newlywed phase. I couldn’t get Cole off me after we got married.” I sigh longingly. “I love that he still wants me after everything.”

“Did you have any doubt?” Jo questions dubiously, and I shrug. “Cole is crazy about you, Shay; nothing will ever change that,” Jo assures me, and I nod, pushing away my self-esteem issues that were creeping up to the surface.

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