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“Please,” I whisper as I start to frost the tenth cupcake with shaking hands.

“If you want to come, all you have to do is drop your tools and beg me, princess,” Cole says softly.

I glare at him even though I’m trembling and tears are threatening to spill down my face.

“You’re evil.”

Cole chuckles. “You asked for this.”

“I know. You’re still evil.”

He grins, showing those white canines of his. “Maybe a little.”

He’s moved the wand down to my entrance again and slowly, he presses it inside. The vibration inside me makes me gasp, and then he angles it up against my G-spot.

It seems to be built for that specifically, and it feels so good it rockets me right back to the edge. As he moves the wand back up to my clit, I start on the twelfth rose.

I’ve already decided I’m begging after this one. But I have to get one tray done. For my own dignity.

One of Cole’s hands massages my inner thigh as he presses the wand against my clit hard, making me cry out.

The last rose is finished with one fix with the offset spatula.

I drop my tools. The spatula clatters on the metal table. I spread my legs further, rock my hips toward him.

“Please,” I pant. “Please, please, Daddy, let me come. I’ve been good, haven’t I?”

Cole’s green eyes widen slightly as I look up at him, my eyes streaming tears.

“You have, princess. Come for me, yeah?”

His other hand moves from my thigh to press two fingers inside me, deep, angling them up while he keeps the wand steady on my clit.

And then I explode, my eyes squeezing shut, mouth opening in a silent scream as my orgasm rockets through my body. I clench hard around his fingers, gushing out around them.

Cole moans low in his chest, keeps moving his fingers.

“That’s it, princess, fuck. Look at how pretty you are when you come, this greedy pussy sucking me in.”

I let out a sob as I vault into another orgasm in the aftershocks. Cole turns off the wand and I gasp for air. I’ve been holding my breath.

He pulls out his fingers. Licks them clean as I watch, aftershocks still making me tremble.

Then he braces his hands on either side of me, leans down to kiss me. I taste myself on his tongue, moaning into his mouth.

When he pulls away, he’s grinning. He does a silly little bow.

“Wish granted.”

I laugh, wiping tears from my cheeks, my heart flipping around in my chest.

Cole Hayes is full of surprises today.

I wonder if I can expect the same from Gabe and Marcus.

CHAPTER TWENTY

GABE