Page 22 of The Accidental Wife

“Girls, I was drunk. What you see in that photo are two people too hammered out of their minds to know what the hell they’re doing. The only time I ever try a one-night stand and I end up marrying the guy and make the fucking tabloids.” I say with a bitter laugh. “Never again. In fact, I’m going to take a vow of celibacy. Right now.”

Aimee chokes on her wine and coughs while Jo pats her on the back. “Easy Aimes, she said her, not you.” While the girls were bickering, my eyes drift to the photos of Cole and me on Aimee’s tablet. I remember pieces of that night, its slowly starting to come back to me, despite me telling Cole I didn’t remember any of the night we spent together, I did.

I remember Cole, and I stumble into the elevator, laughing hysterically at something. A couple of other people stepped into the car with us, and Cole couldn’t keep his hands to himself. His fingers kept trailing up my bare spine, grazing the side of my breast, his lips on my ear whispering the things he wanted to do to me. “I can’t wait to taste you, baby.” He breathes, his voice was deep and husky. I press my thighs together and bite back the moan that was about to escape me when he nips at my ear gently. "I'm going to drive you wild."

Once we hit the tenth floor, the elevator emptied, and it was just us. As soon as the doors slid shut, Cole spun me to face him and had me pressed up against the wall, his mouth on mine hot and needy, kissing me hungrily. I moan and kiss him back just as eagerly, tongues duelling. Cole scoops me up with one arm and lifts me into his arms, pinning me against the wall while he rocks his hips into me. I feel his erection pressed against me, hard and throbbing. “I want you so fuckin’ bad.” He groans, biting and tugging my bottom lip with his teeth.

The elevator finally dings, and the doors open to the penthouse suite he booked for us. With me still in his arms, he walks out of the elevator. His fingers find the zipper to my dress, and he slides it down while I unbutton his shirt, he kisses my neck, biting and sucking a trail down to my breasts, I slide my arms out of the straps.

Cole kicks a chair away from a table in the middle of the suite and lays me down on top of it. I look up at him standing there in front of me, shirt unbuttoned, hair messy where I’d been running my fingers through it a moment ago. He looked gorgeous. The man was carved by the Gods. “Fuck. You’re so hot.” I swoon, watching him as he peels his shirt off his broad shoulders, his muscles flexing with every movement. I sit up, reach over, and hook my finger at the hem of his jeans. I pull him to me and kiss him deeply while I run my hands over his lean, rock hard abs to undo his buttons and pull them down.

I grin against his lips when I rake my nails down his taut chest, and he responds with a throaty moan. “Mm, so hard and perfect.” He watches me intently, lifts his hand and brushes my hair away from my face, his eyes lock with mine. I sigh when he drags his thumb over my bottom lip, down to my throat, where he grips gently laying me down on the table again, his knee pushing my thighs apart. His fingers eagerly push my dress up around my waist, revealing the black lace panties I was wearing. I mentally thank Aimee for making me wear them. Those jewel green eyes darken with desire, and he slides them down my legs slowly, his eyes on my most sacred part, taking in every inch as he takes my underwear off and discards it on the floor along with the growing pile of clothes.

The last thing I saw was the devilish grin he gave me before his head disappeared between my legs. I gasp when he licks up my slit, slow and deliberate. I rock up against his mouth, and he grips my waist holding me in place. “Uhh! Cole.” I moan when his tongue flicks against the hidden bundle of nerves. My fingers curl in his hair, and I arch up when he continues to suck and lick my clit. “Ohh! God, yes, right there.” I grip the edges of the table when I feel that delicious warmth building and building with every flick of his tongue. I writhe and moan his name over and over as I near my release. When he slides a finger inside me and sucks my clit hard, I arch up and come with a shuddering cry. Cole moans as he continues to lick up my juices.

“Holy shit,” I pant, falling back on the table a quivering mess. Cole kisses up my stomach, stopping to take a rosy nipple into his mouth, he nips at the hard and tight nub, and I moan.

“I was right,” He whispers, brushing his lips over mine. “You taste fucking incredible.”

I grin, “Mm, let me see.” I curl my fingers at his neck and kiss him. Tasting myself on his tongue turned me on even more than I already was, which I didn’t think was possible. He groans when I suck his tongue hungrily.

Cole pulls away from the kiss panting. “I have to be inside you. I can’t wait anymore, I’m losing my mind baby. I want that tight, slick pussy around my cock.” He breathes, pressing his forehead to mine.

“Shayla?!” I jump and look over to see Aimee and Jo both staring at me.

I blink, “Huh?”

“You zoned out on us, you okay, you look flushed?” Jo questions and I swallow hard and shift in my seat, suddenly feeling extremely hot.

“I’m, uh, I think the wines just got to me,” I tell them, and thankfully they believe me and go right back to talking about something that happened to one of Jo’s colleagues. I knock back the rest of my wine and sigh.

It’s going to be a long night.

Damn you, Tristan Cole Hoult.

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