Page 120 of Coldhearted King

We make our way out of the restaurant and into the car already waiting for us. As Jonathan pulls into traffic and heads toward the penthouse, I watch Cole and my mom chatting easily together.How did I get so lucky?

When we arrive, I get Mom settled on the couch with a glass of red, then rush to our bedroom to get her last gift. Cole follows me, and before I can pick up the rolled-up sheet of paper from where I left it on the bed, he wraps his arms around me from behind and pulls me to him.

“Have I told you tonight how damn sexy you look?” His hot breath whispers against my ear.

I laugh softly. “Just once or twice.”

“About half a dozen more times and it will almost be enough.” He brushes his lips against my jaw.

“Who knew you’d turn out to be such a charmer?”

His hand slides down my thigh and up again, bringing the hem of my dress with it. “Maybe I just want to get in your panties.”

I tip my head forward to give his mouth access to the nape of my neck. “Oh, you definitely want to get in my panties.”

“I can have you coming in two minutes.” His voice is rough with desire.

“Cole,” I gasp. I can feel him pressing hot and hard against my back, and it’s a fight to stop his hand’s journey, but even with him, I have my limits. Screwing each other’s brains out while my mother waits for us in the lounge room is a boundary I’m not willing to cross.

I turn in his arms. “We can’t. But I promise I’ll make it up to you later.”

“I’m going to hold you to that.” The rasp in his voice has heat pooling low in my core. “Because the minute your mom leaves, the only words that will be coming out of your mouth areyes, Cole. Now practice saying them for me.”

His hand roams lower and his fingers rub over me, making me moan. I give him what he wants. “Yes, Cole.”

He growls in satisfaction and releases me. I take a deep breath and try to compose myself, then pick up the gift and follow him out of the room.

When I give Mom the plans for her house, she cries happy tears. I tell her I can make any changes she wants, but she says she loves the design, that it’s perfect. Not too big and not too small. It has everything I ever remember her mentioning. A little library of her own, a beautifully fitted-out kitchen, a mudroom and a sunroom, and a covered patio where she can sit and look over her vegetable garden. And two guest rooms for visitors.

One more celebratory glass of wine later, Cole calls for Jonathan, and with promises to meet up tomorrow for breakfast, we say good night. I go down with Mom to make sure she gets into the car safely while Cole stays upstairs to tidy up.

He must have been waiting for me, because as soon as I walk back in the front door, he grabs me and spins me so my chest is pressed against the wall. His big body against mine makes my heart thunder as always, and I let out a little moan of encouragement.

“Remember what you promised me?” he asks, and it takes my mind a moment to register.

I close my eyes and smile. “Yes, Cole.”

“Good. That’s all I want to hear from you until I tell you otherwise. Okay?”

“Yes, Cole.”

“Good girl.” His voice is pitched so low, I shiver in anticipation.

His hands slide under my dress and into my panties, finding my slick core straight away. I get the feeling he’s too impatient to take this slow. He’ll make me come quick and hard so that he can drag out my next orgasm until he has me screaming his name.

With the fingers of one hand sinking into me and the other cupping my breast and pinching my nipple, he has me reaching my peak in record time.

“Let me hear you,” he says, and I give him what he wants.

“Yes, Cole. Yes, yes,yes.”

My body explodes with my climax, my ass pushing back against his rock-hard cock as I writhe on his hand. When I’m finally finished and sagging against the wall, Cole nuzzles my neck. “Stay where you are, don’t move a muscle, and remember what you promised.”

I nod, and he steps back, the air cool on my sweat-slicked back. I keep my palms and my forehead against the wall like he commanded and wait to find out what he wants from me next.

There’s a brush of knuckles down my spine, and then, “Turn around.”

I bite my lower lip in anticipation of what’s coming, and I turn, only to gasp when my eyes drop and I see him on one knee. He’s holding out a turquoise ring box, with the most beautiful diamond engagement ring shimmering against the satin material inside.

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