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Chapter 8

Cole

Never in a million years had a woman deep-throated my cock. Never. As stupid and shallow as it was, I found myself lost to her.

"Not in the mood for a blow job?" She reached up and ran her fingers through my hair as I pressed myself to the front of her and rubbed my dick through her wet folds.

"No. I wanna see what the rest of you can do." I moved down her body and tugged at the top of her bra until her nipple popped out the top of it. "Tonight is just a testing of sorts. If you pass... I might have to keep you."

I sucked her nipple deep into my mouth as I reached down to grab myself and press against her tight entrance.

She laughed and ran her nails over my shoulder. "Tonight is it, baby. It's all you get."

After licking at her breasts for a few more minutes, I pressed forward and glanced up to watch her eyes flutter and close.

"Somehow I doubt that. I might grow addicted to your talents, but I assure you, you'll not find another man like me." I pressed in farther and moved up to press my lips to hers.

"Don't go any farther." She opened her eyes and I could see a hint of fear.

"Wrap your sexy legs around my hips and hush. You can take every inch of me. Relax." I pressed in farther as warmth lit up my insides. She was beyond perfect, every inch of her worthy of my praise.

She groaned and dropped her hands to the bed, gripping the sheets as I pulled out and rocked back into her slowly.

"I'm going to come. I'm going-"

I pressed my lips against hers and forced another inch inside of her as her body contracted around mine and her upper body pressed up off the bed. I trapped the scream between our mouths and took full advantage of her body opening up like a flower. I forced myself in with another thrust and pushed up to extend my arms as I worked her hard and fast.

"More. More. Don't stop." She reached up and pawed at my chest as she rode the rest of her orgasm like a good girl.

"I'm not going to baby. A little more bareback and I'll get a condom. I just want to feel you on my skin." I reached down and pressed my hand to her hip, putting a bit of pressure against her as I undulated my hips and shook the bed beneath her with my strong thrusts. Her large breasts bounced underneath me, leaving me lost to visions of her in every position I could fathom. One night wasn't enough.

I wanted more. I wanted all of her.

"So fucking big, Cole. I love it." She ran her hands down my chest, over my stomach and reached in between us, racing her nails softly down my shaft as I pulled it out of her.

Chills ran down my back as I groaned and moved back onto my knees, leaving her panting beneath me. "Let me get a condom. I'm not going to last with you playing tease."

"You're the tease." She licked at her lips and brushed her long dark hair from her face. "You're leaving me wanting more. I hate you."

"I know you do." I got off the bed and walked to the bathroom. "Turn over and get on your knees for me. Face pressed to the bed, but offer your ass up as an offering, hmmm?"

"I'm not ready for that. I don't-" She sat up with fear on her face again.

I stopped at the entrance to the bathroom and smiled at her. "I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to, Alexis. Get on your knees and let me fuck you in a way I know will bring you to come a few more times for me."

She nodded and rolled over as I walked into the bathroom and turned to grip the sink. What the hell was I doing? I hadn't talked to a woman like that in fucking ten years or more. She brought out a side of me that felt right and good, almost as if she were the only woman who could force me to pick up a whip and command her to do what I said... when I said.
Weird.

After working a rubber on my dick, I walked back out into the bedroom to find her on her stomach, her knees tucked beneath her and dark brown hair splayed out across the bed.

"Fuck me," I whispered and crawled up behind her. "You're going to be the death of me, aren't you?"

I slid my hands over the swell of her ass and up her sides to grip her shoulders tightly before moving forward and sliding deep inside of her again.

"Too much," she groaned and sat up, tightening her body around mine as I wrapped my arms around her and rocked against her.

"No. It's perfect. Just relax against me and enjoy the pressure." I licked the side of her neck and trapped her back to my chest as I arched my back and pulled out only to press in again. I scored her shoulder with my teeth and ran my lips up the side of her neck again. "You feel so fucking good."

"I love it." She pressed back, pushing her ass against my stomach as she opened her legs wider.

"Me too. Stay the night with me. Let me explore every possibility with you." I ran my hand down from her breasts, over her tight stomach down to the soft wet skin between her thighs.

"Hush," she whispered and tensed up as I brushed my fingers over her clit in slow, albeit firm, circles.

"Such a bossy bitch." I lifted my hips and picked her up with the power of my thrust as she cried out and reached back to grip my thighs.

She turned her face up toward mine as I continued to fuck her, and the look on her pretty features stole my breath. She'd been taken for the wrong kind of ride in the past, and the pain in her eyes tore my heart open. What was I doing? Was I really going to fuck her and walk away? Could I? What other choice did I have?"

"Faster," she groaned and reached back to wrap her hand around my head, pulling me down into a long kiss as I bucked my hips and gave her exactly what she asked for. My balls tightened as she cried out against my lips and wet my fingers with her sweet body.

"Anything you want." I licked at her lips and worked her through her orgasm. When it was over, I moved her back to her hands and knees and moved up on my knees to grip her ass tightly. "Tell me if I hurt you."

"Shut up and fuck me." She met me stroke for stroke as I let down my guard and fucked her the way I needed to fuck a woman. Violently and full of passion with no concern for her caring for me afterward. I needed to bleed myself out in a way that left me able to lay down at night without wanting far more out of life than I had. I was living a lie and Alexis Foster was going to help me right it.

I gripped her hair and popped her ass hard as she cried out and I exploded inside of her.

"Shit," I groaned and bent over the top of her as my body convulsed in deep rhythmic waves.

She reached between us and stroked my sack as she jerked her hips forward and milked me for all I was worth.

I dropped down on the bed beside her as a groan left me. Never in my life had anything felt so good. Not even Mina.

"So hot, Mr. Alexander." She leaned over, kissed me once and got out of the bed.

"Where are you going? To clean up? We can take a shower."

"Don't flatter yourself." She smiled and picked up her clothes, putting them on far too quickly for my liking. "I'm going to my own room for a long shower and bed. Thanks for the fuck."

"What?" I sat up, a little dazed by the chill in her voice. Had she not experienced the same thing I'd just experienced.

She picked up her panties and tossed them at me. "I said thanks for the sex. I didn't want to be the girl I once was, but you wouldn't take no for an answer. There's your trophy. Enjoy."

I sat in stunned silence as she walked out of the room and left me.

"Wow. Fucking... just wow." I laid back as a laugh lifted out of the center of my chest. She'd given me a taste of what she was capable of. Now it was my turn to chase after her like my life depended on it.

And I would. As soon as I got to Seattle for my time at Vandrake. She was in for one hell of a surprise if she thought we were done. Not a chance. We were just getting started.

Chapter 9

One Week Later

Alexis

"Are you not going into the office today?" Heather moved to stand between me and the TV as I stared blankly at it.

My glorious plan to forget about Cole Alexander had blown up in my face over and over during the last seven days. Everywhere I turned was someone talking about him, or a TV interview with him, or a fucking saying of his on a bumper sticker. It was getting old, and I was drowning in a million what ifs. I needed to move past the idea that anything existed between us but a good romp in the sheets. Good was a vast understatement, but still... it was slutty sex, and it was over.

"I don’t know. I'm feeling a little under the weather." I ran my hand through my hair and stood up to stretch. "You look nice. You got an interview today?"

"Very funny." She rolled her eyes and walked around me toward the kitchen. We always teased each other when one of us wore a suit that they were interviewing for a better job. Funny enough, we both knew that it didn't get much better than working at Vandrake. With Jackson being so hands on, we all had a voice or say in most of the things that happened on the advertising floor, which felt good. It was rare to be young and new to the company and have anything more than the right to nod and get your shit done.

"I'm honestly thinking about calling in sick today." I walked to the coffee pot and pulled a cup down from the cabinet above my head. "I don't want to see him."

"I realize that you guys have some unfinished business between you, but don't let his presence bother you. If you don't show up, he'll know that it was because of him, and then he wins." Heather moved up beside me and pressed her shoulder against mine. "You know that's true."

"Do I?" I took my time fixing my cup of coffee to resemble something more like a dessert. "I just hate the thought of seeing him. The asshole has my favorite pair of panties."

She snorted and walked out of the room, calling over her shoulder, "From what I understood, you gave them to him."

"Semantics," I mumbled and lifted my mug to my lips as the memory of him on his knees in the bathroom back at the hotel a week ago raced through my vision. So hot. So fucking, blisteringly hot. I'd been with a lot of men, and never known one like him. He'd gone down on me with no intention of letting me return the favor in the bathroom or the bedroom. Why?

He was nasty with the way he talked, demanding and rather crude at times, but his actions almost spoke of a different kind of guy. I wasn't ready for anal sex, and he'd not pushed one bit, but promised me that he wouldn't do anything I wasn't ready for. He had far too many layers, and as much as I hated myself for it, I wanted to pull them back slowly and examine everything about him.

My anger toward him had begun to wane the minute we got back to Seattle and I was left with the truth that I'd done everything I'd wanted to do with him. He hadn't coerced me or held anything over my head. I might have spoken a big game about not wanting to whore myself out, but my actions sure were in complete contradiction. The worst part was that I had no remorse over it. None.

"You riding with me?" Heather stopped at the opening to the kitchen as I turned to face her.

"Yeah. Sure. Give me fifteen minutes?" I set my coffee down and moved to the bedroom.

"Ten, and make it eight if you can. I wanted to talk with Tucker this morning before we get started on our new project."

Tucker.
Ugh.

"Why would you want to talk with Tucker? He's a dick. I can't remember the last time he looked me in the face when I was speaking." I pulled off my t-shirt and panties and got dressed in a fitted navy blue dress with a thin black belt that buckled around my waist.

"He's fucking hot, Alexis, and you know it." She walked into the bedroom and sat down on the edge of my bed. "You take Cole, and I'll take Tucker."

"Tucker is a whore." I glanced over my shoulder as I worked my feet into a pair of sexy black pumps.

"Whores are good for one thing, you know." She shrugged.

"I wouldn't sleep with him, Heather. He works with us. He's likely to use you a few times and then make you feel like shit about yourself. He's one of those guys. You know he is." I picked up the brush from my dresser and ran it through my hair a few times before jogging into the bathroom and putting on a little bit of makeup. With Cole coming into the office later that day, I didn't want to overdo it. There was no way in hell I wanted him to know that I was trying to look good for him.

"You don't know that." She got up and walked to the door as I moved back into the room and glanced around, looking for my badge.

"Yeah, I do. I know his kind, and if you'd look past his big blue eyes and spiky blond hair, you'd recognize him too. He's every greedy dick we fucked in college." I chuckled and turned to find her giving me the look. "What? He's just a frat boy with a real job and a paycheck now. Nothing else has changed."

"I still think it would be fun to spend a night or two with him." She walked out toward the living room, and I found my badge, grabbed it, and followed her.

I tried to ignore the nerves tearing up my stomach as I thought about the fact that I'd have to come face to face with Cole. I couldn't shake off the idea that he would ignore me, treat me like I didn't exist, or that our night never happened. Nothing would be worse than him acting like we hadn't spent an amazing night together, even if on some level I deserved it for being so fucking cold.

"I disagree, but do what you want to. You're going to do it anyway." I grabbed my purse and computer bag. "You ready?"

"Yep. Let's go make some money and score a date in the process." She closed the door behind us and locked it as I bit my tongue. She was still stuck in our old college mentality, and where it had been fun for the time we'd spent exploiting it, it was over. Long over for me.

*

"Don't you look incredible today?" Tucker glanced up from the conference room table as I walked in and sat down. I'd stopped by my office briefly to drop off my stuff and check my e-mail, but should have waited for Heather to join me before coming down to the meeting.

Tucker's dark blue eyes moved down the front of my dress as he smiled.

"I'm up here, buddy." I leaned down a little and gave him a shit-eating grin as he chuckled and leaned back in his chair.

"You can't fault me for wanting to stare at a beautiful woman." He shrugged and dropped his hands into his lap. "You free tonight? We could grab a burger and maybe a movie?"

"What makes you think I'm at all interested in going out on a date with you?" I lifted my eyebrow and crossed my arms over my chest. Heather was obviously running behind on “making her move” or had simply decided against it.

"You're kidding, right?" His smile faltered a little. "Clint told me that you had the hots for me."

"Well, Clint lied." I shook my head and looked back as Heather and Jackson walked into the room.

Jackson moved to the podium at the front of the table and smiled. "I'm so excited. Cole should be here any minute, and he's decided to stay two days with us instead of one. The man is not only a genius, but so gracious as well."

"Yay!" Heather sat down beside me and smirked as I narrowed my eyes on her. "What? More time to
figure things out
."

"Figure what things out?" Tucker lifted his eyebrow and studied me.

"How to move my mountain." I made fun of Cole's motto and stiffened as the sound of him laughing behind me caused me to turn.

"Brilliant. You almost have it down. You looking for a job?"