She hesitates. I can see it when I look back up at her. “Something wrong?”
Her eyes narrow, hearing the challenge in my question. She can talk about what’s going on here or she can keep pretending it’s nothing.
Turns out, she’s fine with the latter. I hide my grin as Cole marches over to the couch, sitting right behind me so her thighs bracket my shoulders.
I reach back and pat the inside of her leg. “See. Not that hard. We can sit here, do a puzzle together, so domest—what are you doing, Red?”
“Taking my shorts off.”
When I turn to look, my throat dries up at the sight of Cole planting her feet on either side of me, unbuttoning her cutoff jeans, and lifting her hips so she can slide them down over her ass.
“I—I see that,” I gulp.
“Don’t let me stop you from puzzling.” She smirks. She’s now lifting her legs so her shorts can come all of the way off, leaving her in the crop top, black underwear, and polka-dot socks.
She’s a vision, a dream, a bombshell.
There’s no way I’m going to be able to focus on anything else besides her. Cole slides her finger in the top of her panties, backand forth, hypnotizing my very being. I’m a dog, begging for more treats. She’s the fucking treat.
My hand reaches toward her before I can stop it. “Tut-tut, Benoit. Be a good boy and work on the puzzle.”
“Work on the…” I can’t wrap my mind around what she’s saying right now. She angles her chin to the table behind me, the one I’ve completely forgotten about.
“The puzzle, Benoit.”
My heart’s racing as I turn away from her and back to the task she’s asked me to work on. I’m sweating already, my glasses slipping down my nose as I try to concentrate on finding an edge piece. The entire time, I’m hypersensitive to the sound of skin against fabric, the light snap of elastic, and… she’s wet. I can hear it.
Cole whimpers and it takes everything in me not to turn around and watch her. I know she’s probably flushed, her head thrown back in pleasure as she fingers herself while I’m sitting right the fuck here. My entire body tenses up, waiting.
Then, one hand slides over my shoulder while the other comes around to tap on my mouth. “Open up,” she commands, so I do. “Suck.”
So, of course, I do. I suck her sweet taste off of her own finger, my eyes rolling to the back of my head at the flavor of her. “Fuck,” I mutter around her finger. “More.”
She pops her finger out of my mouth, then stands in one swift motion. “You haven’t done anything.”
Haven’t done anything?Confused, I look up and see that she’s staring at the puzzle in front of me.
“Do you need more of an incentive?” She quirks her eyebrow but doesn’t wait for my answer. Her ass swings from side to side as she walks across the room, positioning herself on a chaise lounge directly across from me.
Giving me the perfect view.
Her hand slides back into the top of her underwear. And then she waits.
Tearing my eyes away from her, I stare at the puzzle in front of me, not really seeing the pieces. It’s a mountain scene of some sort, I’ve gathered that much from the box that’s been propped up as a guide. Cole has most of the edges done, but the right side sits mostly incomplete.
She’s neatly laid out the remaining edge pieces, so I pick one up and catch movement in my peripheral vision. Cole has dipped her hand further, her legs falling open as she moves her fingers in slow circles. I can feel her eyes on me, watching to make sure I’m following her rules.
This is her way of taking charge, taking control back. And, fuck, I’m not mad about it. I don’t think anyone on planet Earth has ever been this turned on while doing a puzzle.
I pick up a piece, attempting to place it in the correct spot but my gaze keeps wandering to this perfect woman touching herself right in front of me.
She moans, her eyes drifting shut. “C’mon, Bardot. Finish that edge so you can come over here.” Her words are breathy, desperate—as close to a plea as I’m going to get from her.
But they get the job done, because now I have the motivation I need to fit the rest of these pieces together. I get five pieces connected in quick succession. There are eleven left, so I push my glasses up again and get to work.
The sound of Cole’s arousal is lewd, spurring me on.
Three pieces left…
