Page 79 of Coldhearted King

He continues his methodical assault on me in the elevator on the way to his penthouse. As soon as the doors open on his foyer, I’m dropping my purse on the floor and he’s stripping my shirt over my head while my fingers fumble with his buttons.

True to his word, he has me flat on my back on the plush rug in front of his fireplace within moments, and his mouth is busy making me pant and moan. Seconds after I come, he’s rolled on a condom and buried himself inside me. It’s not the smooth seduction I’m used to from him, but I love it just the same. It makes me feel like he’s been wanting me as much as I’ve been wanting him.

I close my eyes and lose myself in the sensation.

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Cole is pressingkisses down my stomach on his way to giving me a third orgasm when my stomach grumbles loudly. “Oh my god,” I say, throwing my hand over my eyes in embarrassment.

He chuckles against my skin—a low rumble that has me looking down at him in surprise. I’m not used to such good humor from him.

He meets my gaze, and there’s a sparkle in his eyes that wasn’t there when he picked me up. “Do I need to feed you before I can eat again?”

I laugh and prop myself on my elbows. “It couldn’t hurt. What do you have in the house? I could make something for us?”

He nuzzles his nose against my stomach. “I don’t cook, so there isn’t really anything. I’ll order something.”

I reach down and tug on his hair until he looks up at me. “You don’t have a single thing in that massive fridge of yours?”

He crawls up my body and presses his lips to mine, then says, “Some wine, bread, possibly a block or two of cheese. Nothing you can make a decent meal out of.” He sucks a nipple into his mouth and tugs on it sharply, forcing a gasp out of me.

I lie back on the rug as he sucks and licks his way across my chest to my other breast. “Cole.” I laugh, threading my fingers through his hair again. Then I roll him over and sit astride him. His eyes go dark as he grips my hips. I shake my head, and when he scowls, I lean down and brush my lips over his. “I’m going to make us dinner, and then I’m going to ride you like a pony.”

He stares at me for a second and then bursts out laughing. “Like a pony?”

I’m secretly delighted to see him so relaxed. “Okay, I’m not good at dirty talk. Would it have been better if I’d said like a stallion?”

“Marginally,” he says.

I climb off him and look around for my T-shirt, but his hands encircle my waist. “Wear my shirt,” he murmurs in my ear.

He fishes his button-up from the couch and I slip my arms into it, my heart thumping rapidly in my chest.

His knuckles graze across my breasts as he slowly smooths the material over me. I shiver, my nipples peaking against the luxurious material. I reach for the buttons, but he brushes my hands aside. “Leave it.”

I glance at the floor-to-ceiling windows surrounding his massive apartment, but he just shakes his head, trailing his fingers down over my abdomen and moving them lower until they slide between my slick folds.

“Someone might see in if they’re looking. And if they’re looking hard enough, they might catch a glimpse of this pretty pussy.” He slides his fingers into me and I go up on my tiptoes, bracing myself on his shoulder and rolling my forehead against his chest as I pant. “If they do, they’ll be fucking jealous, knowing it belongs to me tonight.” He pulls his fingers from me and brings them to his mouth, sliding them between his lips. His eyes drift shut as he licks them. My cheeks flush, and when his eyes meet mine again, they glitter darkly. “My favorite appetizer.”

“God, Cole,” I breathe, and he gives me a slow, seductive smile that has me squirming. But then my stomach grumbles again, breaking the tension swirling between us.

Cole chuckles. “Come on. Let’s see what wonders you can create from whatever’s rattling around in my fridge.”

He pulls on his boxer briefs, follows me to the huge double-door fridge, and hovers behind me as I look through what he’s got in there. He was right. There’s not much. Some expensive-looking cheeses, butter, some condiments, a bottle of white wine, and about a thousand bottled waters. I glance over my shoulder at him. “You said you have some bread?”

“I think so. Although I don’t know how fresh it is.”

He pads on bare feet to a cupboard. When he pulls open, it’s actually a walk-in pantry. Curious, I peer in. It’s huge, but once again, there’s hardly anything in there.

Cole pulls out a brown paper bag and hands it to me. I look inside and see a half-loaf of crusty white bread. I pull it out and he’s right. It is a little stale, but that’s okay. It won’t be an issue for what I have in mind.

I ask Cole for a cutting board and a knife, which he pulls out of various hidden compartments around his massive kitchen.

“Can I help?” he asks as I cut four slices.

I tuck a tendril of hair behind my ear and smile at him. “Can you get the wine and a jar of mustard?”

He collects the bottle and jar and deposits them on the counter next to me. “What are you making? Grilled cheese?”

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