Page 73 of The Accidental Wife

I smile, an overwhelming feeling I couldn’t quite decipher fills my body from head to toe. I cup his jaw and kiss him. He moans and draws me closer, kissing me deeper. The flight to Nice was just an hour. We spent the entire flight making out heatedly like two horny teenagers encountering sex for the first time. The plane touched down in Nice fifty minutes after we took off. I was so excited to see Nice. It’s on my bucket list of places to visit. Cole led me to another car once we step off the plane. This one was a classic car, a red 1960 Ferrari. Absolutely stunning car.

“Oh my God, this car is incredible. My father had a picture up of this car in their bedroom.” I say while brushing my fingers along the interior. “It was his dream car.” I smile sadly, remembering how excited he would get talking about it.

Cole smiles and holds the keys out to me. “Well, then it’s only fair you drive.” He replies, smiling handsomely at me.

I look at the keys in his hand and back at him. “Cole, no, it’s such an expensive car. I’m happy just sitting in it, believe me.” Cole laughs and hands the keys to me.

“Then do it for your Dad.” He insists and gets out of the car. I jump out of the car and walk around to the driver’s side while Cole gets in the passenger seat. “Take it away, baby.” He grins, sliding his shades on, his hand on my thigh.

I was honestly buzzing. As I drive, Cole teases me like an errant teen unable to keep his hands and lips to himself. “You sure know how to handle a gear stick.” He whispers in my ear, grinning, his fingers slowly disappearing up my skirt.

I half laugh, half moan when his fingers brush against me intimately. “Cole, you’re going to make me drive off this mountain and kill us both.” I groan when he sucks at my pulse point.

“Then pull over, I want you. Now.” He growls wantonly in my ear.

“Now?”

“Yes. Now.” He sucks my pulse hard.

“Christ.” I moan, pulling the car over the first chance I get. I pull his face to mine and kiss him hard and deep. We were currently driving in the mountains, so there weren’t many people around. Cole pulls me on top of him, so I straddled him in the passenger seat while kissing like two crazed animals. His large hands slide under my skirt, squeezing my bum appreciatively while he rocks his hips up against me. Before my sexed-up mind could comprehend what was happening, Cole was inside me, and we were having hot, mind-blowing sex right there in the 1960’s Ferrari, somewhere in Nice in the middle of the mountains, the French Riviera stretched out before us.

Our foreheads pressed together, panting, Cole looks into my eyes, his slender fingers brushing my hair back away from my face, and licks his lips. “What have you done to me, Shayla Hart.”

I smile, meeting his adoring gaze, “The same as you’ve done to me, Cole Hoult.” I pant, and he kisses me deeply, sucking my bottom lip gently before he pulls away. Sweet Jesus, this man's kisses drive me insane.

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After we clean ourselves up,we continue with our drive to the heart of Nice and start our day with a stroll along the Promenade des Anglais. Cole had his arm around my shoulder, and I had one of mine tucked in the back pocket of his jeans and the other laced with his as he told me stories around the architecture of the buildings we pass by, and I listen with fascination.

“The coffee here is amazing. Come on.” He says, guiding me to this adorable little café by the Riviera where we sat and had the most incredible coffee, and I ordered the best coconut cream cake I have ever eaten in my life.

I moan, licking my lips, “Oh my God, Cole, you have to try this.” I hold the cake to his lips, and he smiles, takes a bite, and moans in appreciation, sucking the cream off my fingers. “Doesn’t it just melt on your tongue?”

“Mm, it is very good, but I prefer something else that melts on my tongue.” He drawls, biting his bottom lip while leaning across the table, staring deeply into my eyes.

“Oh yeah, and what might that be?” I whisper, leaning in also, holding his gaze with a teasing smile.

Cole brushes his nose over mine, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Chocolate.” He says po-faced, and I laugh, pressing my finger to his forehead and pushing it away when he tries to kiss me. He takes hold of my wrist and laces his fingers with mine before he drops a kiss on my knuckles, those mesmerising eyes never leaving mine.

It was afternoon when we got to the Marina where Coles yacht ‘Freedom’ was waiting for us. “Oh wow,” I utter, looking up at the big boat as I walk onboard. “I could live on this boat and never get tired. It’s stunning.” I say in awe, looking around.

“She is a beauty. Freedom is my first love.” Cole explains, taking my hand and leading me up to the top deck. “I promised myself, the first hundred million I made on my own, I would buy myself a yacht, and I bought her.” He claims proudly, and I give his hand a gentle squeeze.

“There’s no feeling like working hard to accomplish your goals and having something to show that your hard work paid off. Whether it be a pencil or a yacht, an achievement is an achievement.” I express to him, and he smiles down at me and nods.

“I couldn’t agree with you more.”

I smile, looking around, “So, where are we setting sail to, captain?” Cole chuckles, wrapping his arms around me from behind and nuzzling my neck lovingly.

“Someplace very special I know you’re going to love.” I close my eyes and sink back against him as the yacht begins to pull away from the marina. Cole led me down to the bottom deck where the bedroom was, and we spent a good hour making soul-shattering, uninterrupted love to one another. God help me. I couldn’t get enough of him. Cole has unleashed this insatiable side to me that I never knew existed. He’s taken the good girl I was and turned me into a sex-crazed vixen. It seems I had the same effect on him if his actions were anything to go by. I try to push away the emotional predicament that will surely follow after all this comes to an end. Right now, I want to enjoy every moment I had with him.

The yacht came to a stop, and Cole holds up a white bikini he’d had purchased for me. “Put that on and meet me up on the top deck.” He instructs with a wink and disappears upstairs.

I smile and shake my head. I won’t be wearing this bikini for long because he will undoubtedly take it off me. I make my way up the stairs to the top deck blinking out the bright sunlight. I stop and look around, eyes wide, mouth agape. The scene before me was something you only see in movies. Clear azure water, overhanging ferns providing shade from the baking sun, and smooth rockslides drop into perfect little bathing pools and a stunning waterfall. “Oh, my God.”

“You like it?” Cole murmurs in my ear coming up behind me; his muscular arms wound around my waist. I look back at him and nod, still awestruck.

“Like? Cole, I love it. This place is mesmerising.” I whisper, and Cole grins, kissing my temple.

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