“Oooooh.”
He worked his tongue over me, probing through the silken fabric. The handcuffs rattled against the headboard for a different reason.
After a few minutes, I stiffened. “Cole, I?—”
“Come for me, sweetheart.”
My back arched, my whole body tightened, and I shouted my orgasm to the ceiling.
“That’s one,” he said, kissing my midriff. “A few more of those and I bet you’ll stay.”
“Maybe.” I stared at the ceiling so the room would stop spinning. Why had I been about to leave?
“I’ll keep you naked and chained up, and take you out once a year to show you off at the Policeman’s Ball. But only after I’ve fucked you into submission.”
An image of Lucy Litt floated through my head. “Where everyone will wonder why when you’re going to settle down with a suitable woman and ‘take out the trash.’”
Cole lifted his head. “They wouldn’t dare.”
“Believe me, I’ve heard worse. And not just from the likes of Lucy Litt.”
“You really care about what people like her think?”
“Well, yeah. Don’t you?”
“No. And anyway, you’re smarter than her and most of the town put together.”
“That’s not hard. Her brains are all in her yoga pants.”
Cole snorted. “I didn’t notice.”
I rolled my eyes.
“So you want to leave because of what people will think. Do you care about what I think?”
“No,” I said, because I knew it was a trap.
“Regina…”
“Fine. Yes, Cole, I care about what you think.”
“Good.” He sat up and settled himself between my legs. “Because I’m going to tell you.”
I closed my eyes.
“Regina look at me.”
“No.”
I squeezed my eyes shut.
“Regina.”
I opened my eyes.Please be gentle, I pleaded with them.
“You were always…how do I say this?” he paused. “You were always…”
I held my breath.
