“Yes,” I defended myself. Of course, I’d rumpled things a little when I had happy time, but I wasn’t about to tell him that.
I didn’t need to. “You played with yourself.” His long fingers smoothed over the coverlet.
I didn’t know how he guessed these things, but I couldn’t deny it. “So?” I went with brazen attitude. “I have needs.”
Cole moved in a blur, and I ended up face down, half over his lap, half on the bed. My face pressed into the bed as he cupped between my legs.
“This is mine. Your orgasms are mine.” His fingers, so gentle minutes ago, penetrated me, quick and hard. My body was primed so it didn’t hurt, but I stilled. “You don’t touch yourself without my permission. Do you understand me? Sayyes, sir.”
“Yes, sir,” I breathed.
“Good girl.” His thumb brushed my clit, which was already standing up and begging for another orgasm, the slut. A few seconds of touching and my hips jerked, begging for more. He swatted the back of my thigh. “Did I say you could cum?”
“No, sir. It’s just...you’re good at this. Most men couldn’t find their way to the clitoris with a GPS.”
“Is that so?” He sounded amused. His fingers did another swirl over my sweet spot.
“God, yes.” Another pass and he dipped a finger inside me. I went limp. He added fingers and fucked me with them until I shuddered apart yet again.
I still wanted more.
“Amazing. In the past ten minutes you’ve given me more orgasms than all my other lovers combined.”
He chuckled and wiped his wet fingers on the back of my thigh. “I’m glad to be of service. What do you say?”
“More please.”
Another slap, this one to my ass. “What about ‘thank you’?”
“More like ‘spank you’...ow!” I winced as he smacked me again, harder. “Thank you, thank you. Now will you fuck me?”
“No. Bedtime.”
“What?” I raised my head to glance at the clock. “It’s eleven pm!”
“We have to be up at four thirty.”
“WE?!?”
“Yes. It’s in your schedule.”
I grouched as he made me brush my teeth and prepare for bed. Cole made these ordinary tasks thrilling somehow. His height, his scent, the way he leaned against the door watching me, his t-shirt riding up just enough for me to see a strip of hard muscled ab—his proximity alone turned me on like the most potent foreplay. By the time we got to bed, I was gagging for it.
“So we’re sleeping together again? I thought last night was a one-time thing.”
“I only have one bed.”
“You know, if we’re sleeping together...we may as just sleep together.” I waggled my eyebrows.
“No sleeping together. Just sleep.” He picked me up and put me in bed before climbing on the either side.
“Is your plan to make me so horny I’ll do whatever you say? Because it’s working.”
“I just gave you an orgasm.”
“Exactly. I’ve gotten two and you’ve had none.”
He rolled me to my side facing away from him, and tucked himself to my back. “You’re welcome. Go to sleep.”
