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his dick. His naked dick. Asinine as it was he wanted Bri skin to skin,

nothing between them but her slick juices coating them both as he slid

in and out of her.

He growled at the image. “I have never had sex without a condom.

Never.” He pushed her bangs off her forehead and caressed an eyebrow

with his thumb. “There’s something about you, Bri, and God help me, I

don’t know why, but I don’t want there to be anything between us the

first time I take you. And I will take you, baby. Soon.” She shivered when

he replaced his thumb with his lips.

He resisted the urge to shiver himself. He’d never been affected by a

woman this way.

“I’m just having a hard time with this whole thing. I don’t know

anything about you and you don’t know anything about me. I feel like I’m

being used.”

She sounded incredulous, and he watched as she continued to chew

on her lip, anxiety mixed with a certain amount of curiosity. He

wondered if she were somehow trying to justify wanting him by voicing as

many concerns as possible, most of them dealing with not wanting to

provoke her father and possibly losing her tenuous hold on Scott.

“I am a twenty-six-year-old woman, not an object you can throw away

when you’re done with me. Especially not if we’re going to have

unprotected sex,” she hissed.

Especially not if we’re going to have sex,
she’d said. He felt like

pumping his fist in the air like a horny teenager out to get his first lay.

He’d forget about the unprotected part. If she was okay with it, that’s all

that mattered.

“Believe me, I know you’re a woman, but let’s get one thing straight

here. You have an ulterior motive for being here or you would have

walked long ago. And I told you, if your brother’s that important to you,

then I will do anything to get him over here where he’ll be safe.” He let

his hand drift again to stroke her nipple and was rewarded when her

head fell back and her eyes closed on a moan. He kissed the exposed

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column of her throat. “And I will use you.” He kissed around her face.

“But, I would never throw you away.” Her head came back up, shock

registering on her face, but he couldn’t take back the words he’d just

said.

He didn’t know why they’d slipped from his lips, but they felt right.

“But you’re still going to try and give my father what he wants?”

“No, not try. But what your father doesn’t realize is if a child is

created between us,”
the three of us, that is
,
“I would never allow it to be

separated from me.” His voice was stern but he made sure the hand

resting at her throat was gentle. Her nostrils flared with each breath and

he was close enough his lips brushed hers as he spoke again. “What he

also doesn’t realize is that I would never separate my children from their

mother.”

Her gaze shot to his eyes, ripped from their spot watching his lips.

Before she could even think about speaking, Cole turned her around and

patted her butt. With a small shove, he propelled her toward the

bathroom.

“Go, bathe. We’ll talk later. About everything.”

With a very confused glance over her shoulder, Bri padded toward

her immediate destiny, proving once again that, subconsciously at least,

she trusted him.

His cock grew even further as he watched the sway of her slightly

flared hips. None of his previous lovers, make that partners, had affected

him the way Bri did. For God’s sake, she had sat on his thigh and ridden

him like the untrained virgin she was and then came at his command.

Walking back to his office, he smiled remembering the scene. Once

his position was established more firmly, he would have her eating out of

his hand, literally, and coming as he or Tyler demanded, all the time. It

would be a pleasure to train her in the fine art of fucking. It was what

she wanted, he had seen it in her eyes the moment she’d looked up at

him the first time.

He’d confirmed his suspicions later when she’d exploded around his

leg, squeezing his thigh with her own and screaming like a banshee. She

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had said no twice, but hadn’t meant it. The glazed look in her eyes had

said,
Please God, if you don’t fuck me, I’ll die.

Somewhere deep inside her was a sensuality she hadn’t tapped into

yet. Tyler and he would find it and exploit it in no time. He had a feeling

once they got started she’d be begging them for more. Especially if being

with the two of them meant she could keep her brother safe and not

return to Andrew Wyatt.

The man was a first-class bastard. Cole snarled. He could only

imagine what Bri had endured at her father’s hands.

With the two of them, Bri would be cherished. Probably put on a

pedestal if Tyler had anything to say about it. The man had a way with

women which left even the oldest of grandmothers drooling.

Tyler, as the security specialist, had quickly made the first rumors

surrounding their sharing just that. A rumor, a fantasy. Something one

woman made up to make her friends jealous, which couldn’t be

corroborated. Since then, the only women they shared were the ones less

inclined to talk about their sexual escapades because they felt they had

something to lose. Mostly their status in society.

In his house, in his arms, Bri would know pleasure and pain. The

sweet kind of pain specifically designed to bring her to a screaming

orgasm. A pleasure he would feed off for his own. Come next Monday,

she wouldn’t want to return to her father’s house. And suddenly, he

didn’t want her to. He wanted to keep her, to find out what made her

tick, to get under her skin and make her melt like putty in his hands.

Right now, what he most wanted was to fuck her unconscious and then

take her again.

His fisted his hands at his sides, his cock near exploding. He’d take

her soon enough. Again and again, until all she could think about was

him filling her pussy.

Brianna luxuriated in the huge whirlpool tub, letting the powerful

jets soothe her tired muscles. Today had been a day from hell. She felt

like she was caught in a dream—except her tub at home had never made

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her feel this good. She wondered what Scottie was doing right now and

about the offer Cole had put on the table.

Her brain shifted back and forth. How did she get out of this

predicament, but then, did she really want to? She sighed, thinking

about the things Cole had promised with his mouth, hands and eyes.

She didn’t relish becoming one of his many conquests, but

remembering the earlier earth-shattering orgasm he’d given her had her

thinking. Who in their right mind would give up an opportunity to make

love to the gorgeous man? Despite all the rumors she’d heard about him.

If he could truly help her keep Scottie safe from her father, why would a

little sex matter? It was the part about giving herself completely to him

that had her worried.

Her nipples hardened as she pictured herself tied up, at his mercy.

Brianna slid a hand down her slick, water-heated body and settled on

the tight little nub nestled in her pubic hair. She sighed with

contentment as her middle finger circled her clit and she relaxed deeper

into the tub, letting the water swirl and bubble around her chin.

She imagined Cole behind her, his arms encircling her, his hands

gliding over body. With a finger and thumb, she teased a nipple, pinching

and rolling it, adding to the building sensations.

Her back arched as his finger slid deep inside her pussy, drawing out

her cream. In minutes, she was near the brink and vaguely aware of the

water sloshing out to splash on the shiny, marble floor. A scream

shattered the humid air of the bedroom-sized bathroom. Dimly, Brianna

realized she was the one making all the noise.

The door flew open and smacked against the wall behind it. Brianna

yelped, surprised by the sudden intrusion. Instinct had her submerging

beneath the water in mortification.

She hadn’t taken a good breath, and her already unhealthy lungs

could no longer support her without any air. She came back up, breaking

the surface of the water and blowing off the bubbles gathered on her

nose.

“Are you all right, miss? Shall I go get Master Cole?”

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“No,” Brianna sputtered. Having him see her like this would be the

ultimate in humiliation. “I’m fine.”

The maid placed a hand over her heart. “Phew. I brought in a tray of

goodies. Cole said you might be hungry after your ordeal this morning.”

She fairly danced as she went about tidying the bathroom and

mopping the flooded floor with a towel, uncaring about the naked woman

in her “Master’s” tub.

“You scared me with all that screaming. Cole told us you have real

bad asthma and that we should keep an eye on you.”

If I were having an attack, I wouldn’t be able to scream, lady
. She

hated feeling like she was being treated with kid gloves. First Cole and

now his staff. No, she realized. She wasn’t being fair. They were

concerned about her, that’s all.

Better warn the maid off before Cole fired the poor girl for spending

too much time with her. It was hard to tell someone to get lost when you

were naked and just barely covered in quickly popping bubbles. She

cleared her throat, ready to send the giddy young woman away, when

Cole burst through the door.

“What happened?” he demanded.

He was breathing heavy like he’d just run up ten flights of stairs, or

maybe just one and then a long hallway. Her face heated again, betraying

her guilt at getting caught with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar. It

was a detail Cole saw immediately. His nostrils flared, his lips curled,

and he emitted a low growl Brianna was certain only she heard because

she was so focused on him.

“Leave us, Rachel.”

Startling at his tone, the maid bustled out the door with a mumbled,

“Yes, sir.”

Heedless of her nudity, Brianna, a panicked look on her face, rose to

her knees and held out her hands. “Please, don’t be angry, Cole. She

heard me scream and came to check on me, I swear.”

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Remembering her story about Helga, Cole sighed. He grabbed both

her hands and squeezed them between his own.

“Bri, I would never fire one of my staff for befriending you. I’m more

likely to do so if they shunned you, but that won’t happen. Now,” he said,

unable to hide his smile at her stunned look, “what am I going to do

about the fact that you climax
very
loudly?”

She gasped and struggled to regain her hands, no doubt in an

attempt to cover her perfect little body.

“Ah, ah. No covering up, remember? Your body is mine, for as long as

you’re with me. Mine to do with as I wish.” He watched her swallow,

turned on by his words. “As much as I love hearing how you feel, there

will be some rules.”

“I haven’t said I would do this yet.”

She sounded defiant, but not unwilling. He ignored her comment.

“Your first lesson.” He stared into her eyes, wanting her full attention

to be on him, and not visions of their future interactions. “You will not

touch yourself unless I tell you to. If I am not with you, you will keep

your itchy little fingers occupied elsewhere.” He punctuated his words

with a kiss to each of her fingers. “Do you understand?”

Her eyes went wide with shock, or perhaps indignation. He watched a

battle ensue within them, knowing who would win, and was rewarded

with a silent nod.

“Stand up and step out of the tub.” He assisted her shaky body,

when what he wanted to do was scoop her up, plant her against the wall

and slide his cock inside her bath-warmed softness, knowing he would

find her pussy drenched from her recent ministrations.

He turned her to face the mirror and stepped behind her. Once again

Bri lifted her arms and tried to cross them, her cheeks red as he looked

at her reflection. Cole grabbed her hands and pulled them behind her

back, forcing her delectable rosy-tipped breasts out.

“When I release your hands, you will let them hang at your sides. If

you move them again, I will punish you. Do you understand?”

He smiled when she licked her lips and swallowed, in fear or

anticipation, he wasn’t sure.

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He brushed her hair away, gaining access to the sweet skin of her

neck. Over her shoulder he could see the tight buds of her breasts. “I

love it when you say my name.” He reached around her with his right

hand and fondled her breast, kneading the soft tissue in his larger hand

and rolling the nipple in his fingers, pulling it gently away from her body.

Brianna sighed and her head fell back against his chest. He chuckled

at her easy arousal.

“Your mouth looks like a kiss when you say Cole. It makes me think

about how those lips will look as they kiss my cock and suck it into your

sweet little mouth.” Her knees buckled, and he caught her with both his