21
A THREE-TO-ONE RATIO
What gives you a thrill?
Bridget:Really, Finley?
At work, I mean?
Cole:Winning. The feeling of coming out on top of a competition is exhilarating.
Bridget:I like a different kind of winning. For me, it’s more of achieving a goal and being recognized for it. An “atta girl.”
BRIDGET
The first time I kissed Cole Campion, it was a battle, like every other interaction we had. This time was different. I was still fighting, but he ceded the field. The more I pulled his hair, used my teeth, invaded him with my tongue, the more pliant he became. His lips moved lazily against mine, like we had all the time in the world.
And maybe we did. We had all weekend with nothing to do but relax. And you know what’s relaxing?
Orgasms.
I released my hold on his hair and trailed my hand down his very large, very firm chest over that maddeningly tight T-shirt. I found the ridges of his abdomen. One…two…three… Jesus, how much time did he spend in the gym?
Then my fingertips hit denim, and I found an even more interesting ridge.
He pulled away from our kiss. “Careful, sweetheart.”
“What, like it’s fragile?” I ran my fingers down his hard length. “I promise I won’t use my teeth. Much.”
He hissed, then gripped my wrist. “I’m not ready yet.”
I stretched my fingers toward him, testing his grip, but it was steel. I slumped back onto the bed. “You feel pretty damn ready to me.”
“In finance, we deal with a lot of ratios.”
“You’re talking to me about finance? Now?” I glanced up at his face, and there was his smirk again.
“Three to one is a pretty good ratio, don’t you think?”
I thought back to the business classes I’d taken years ago. “Like, a current ratio? Sure, I guess. Do I need my laptop for this?”
“No, I think we can both count to three unassisted.” He smoothed a lock of hair that was stuck to my face. “We’re talking orgasms. Three for you, one for me. And you’ve had how many so far?”
I didn’t feel obligated to tell him about the one I’d helped myself to in the shower earlier. “One?”
“Good,” he purred. “Now strip.”
I shivered. I shouldn’t like it when he told me what to do. But when he paired the order with that word,good,I couldn’t resist. I sat up and tugged his shirt over my head. Then I stood and dropped his too-big shorts to the floor.
He lay in the middle of the bed, fully clothed, a hungry grin on his face.
“Aren’t you going to…”
“Come up here,” he said.
I clambered onto the mattress, and as soon as I was in range of his long arms, he grasped my waist and lifted me over him so I straddled his chest. I grabbed the headboard to keep my balance. “Hey, warn a girl!”
His smile was pure evil. “Fine. Hold on to the headboard.”
