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“After two in the morning. Let Zoe sleep. Come to bed.”

I stood, my legs wobbling slightly. “I think I’m still drunk.” I raised my hand to my mouth, snickering behind it.

“I noticed my vodka bottle looked emptier.” Cole grinned at me.

“Yeah, we got into it after Taco scared the living shit out of us. You should have told me he was here.”

“He wasn’t supposed to get caught.” Cole slid his arm around my waist and guided me down the hall. He turned on the lamp, then kicked the bedroom door closed with his foot.

I flung myself on the bed without taking my clothes off.

Cole sat down, then removed his black combat boots and tossed them on the floor.

“You were gone for a long time.” I swallowed, my mouth dry from my overindulgence of Cole’s stash of alcohol.

“I had business to take care of.”

I rolled over on my side and propped up on my elbow. “Another business meeting?”

“Something like that.” He leaned over and kissed me. “I was a bit distracted while I was gone, though.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I kept thinking about you on your knees with your pretty lips wrapped around my dick.”

“Ah, I get it now. I’m just here to serve your cock’s every whim?” I smiled, letting him know I was playing.

Cole rolled me onto my back, then placed his lips on mine, dominating my mouth. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I welcomed his touch. His tongue dove deeper, possessing every part of me.

“Were you a good girl while I was gone?” he asked, his voice a deep, throaty whisper.

Still a little buzzed from the vodka, I pondered what might happen if I said no. “I touched myself,” I lied, sinking my bottom teeth into my lip and holding my breath.

“Did you come?” Cole took my arms from his neck and pinned them over my head. I peered up as he collected the handcuffs that were hanging on the slatted headboard, then secured them around my wrists.

“No.” I gulped, wondering if he would leave me here while he slept in the guest room upstairs, or if he was going to finish what he’d started earlier today.

“Tell me, Shae …” His fingertips trailed across my cheek, down my neck, and over my collarbone. “Tell me what you thought about while you fingered yourself.”

I sucked in a quick breath, my core clenching at the thought of him inside me again.

Cole slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of my shorts, then tugged them over my hips. I lifted my ass off the mattress, so he could remove my clothes. He parted my legs, then brushed a knuckle over the satin fabric of my thong. He applied a bit of pressure to my clit and my eyes briefly fluttered closed.

“I thought about your tongue fucking my pussy … and recording it. Then, we watched the video together while I sucked you off.”

“Have you watched a video of yourself with anyone before?” He circled my clit and ran his finger to my soaking wet slit.

“No.”

“Good girl.” He slapped my pussy and a jolt of pain and excitement shot through me. “But I know you’re lying.”

My head shot off the bed and my eyes narrowed on him. “How?”

He slid a finger beneath the thin fabric and pressed against my entrance. “I’m the only one that’s been inside you today.” He smirked, then slipped a finger into me, then curled it.

I gasped, my focus on what he was doing to me rather than learning how he knew I’d lied.

“Cameras, Shae. In the bedroom and bathroom.”

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