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Cole turned the doorknob to his room and pushed the door open slowly. He had been curious about what he would find when he walked in, and what greeted him couldn’t have pleased him more. She had done exactly as he’d asked, and what had been hiding under that little skirt was definitely worth the fucking torture of waiting outside.

After walking through the door, he shut it with a resounding thump, and when she didn’t look over her shoulder, he felt a moment of pride for her. He knew she had to be dying to turn around. Moving into the room, he looked around. He did a double take when he saw her skirt lying over the suit that was hanging on his valet.

Mischievous woman
.

As he walked toward her, he rolled up his sleeves to his forearms and glanced down at the writing on each arm:
Tålmodighet av en saint. Sinnet til en synder
.

How very appropriate it is tonight
, he thought.
Patience of a saint. The mind of a sinner.

As he looked at the long legs slightly spread and wrapped in those fantasy-inducing thigh-high stockings, he found he was praying for patience as he was definitely thinking like a sinner.
No question about it.

He stopped directly behind her, and with her perched in her heels, she was the exact right height for what he had in mind. Her smooth pale ass, separated by a tiny strip of black lace, was at eye-level and calling to him.

“Very nice, Rachel,” he finally said. “Your legs should always be in these stockings. This seam…” he murmured, reaching out a finger and touching the black line that began at the back of her right ankle. “It makes me want to trace it…” He ran his finger up the seam and then leaned in to the opposite leg. “With my tongue.”

Rachel clenched her hands in front of her as Cole’s hot, wet tongue ran a line from the back of her left knee up to the lace surrounding her upper thigh. When his mouth continued to the curve of her bare cheek, she bit down on her bottom lip to avoid making a sound as his teeth nipped at her. His finger made its way up her other leg and crossed over to the lace separating her ass before he slid it down and pushed it between her thighs.

“You’re so quiet up there.”

His voice traveled like a hot caress from her legs up to her burning ears.

“I didn’t realize I could talk.”

As he stroked his finger along her embarrassingly wet panties, his voice permitted, “Oh, you can talk if you like, but I’d prefer you to sigh, moan, and perhaps scream.”

With that, he licked her bare rounded flesh, and then he removed his hand and mouth from her body. “Turn around, Rachel,” he instructed in a voice that demanded she obey.

Is he naked? Will I get to touch him?

Slowly, she turned, wondering what she would find. When she was facing him, she looked down to see him staring up at her with eyes that were focused, determined, and burning. He hadn’t removed one item of clothing, and although she thought that would disappoint her, she was so mesmerized by the look in his eyes that she couldn’t find any disappointment whatsoever.

All she found was intense desire.
Desire, lust, and want.

“You’re exactly the way I imagined…only better. I could stare at you all day.” He lifted his left hand to trace the lace at the top of her right thigh. “Take a step forward. Come closer to me.”

Rachel moved as requested. His jaw ticked as he took a deep breath, and she knew he could smell her arousal. Hell, at this stage, she could smell her arousal, and his nose was much closer.

“One hand. That was the deal,” his sensual voice promised.

He ran his fingers up to the crease between her legs, stopping at her throbbing hot mound. His eyes wouldn’t release hers as his fingers crept under the lace and pulled it aside. Knowing what he was about to do was driving her insane, but what he said next just about made her entire body combust.

“One hand and my mouth. That was the negotiated arrangement, I believe.”

Cole finally tore his eyes away from the blue ones that were making it hard for him to think. When his eyes landed on what he had just bared, he almost fell to his knees to thank whichever god had sent him a woman like Rachel fucking Langley.

There, shining at him like a prize, were two sterling silver studs in a wicked vertical hood piercing.

It seems someone else is keeping a few dirty little secrets.

“What do we have here?” He leaned in to blow against the glistening metal. “You didn’t tell me about this,” he accused, peering up at her, an inch away from the most vulnerable part of her body.

“You…ahh—”

She broke off as he blew against her sweet swollen flesh again.

“Yes, Rachel?”

“You never asked.”

“No, I don’t suppose I did. Seems you and I have a lot more in common than I thought.”

His eyes moved back to the piercing, and he shook his head in disbelief before firmly holding the panties aside.

“Rachel?” he asked again without looking up at her.

Her hands were by her side, but he could see her fists were clenched.

“While you are here, this is mine.”

With that, he leaned in and swiped his tongue in a delicious hot lick against the two silver studs beckoning him.

Rachel couldn’t believe her knees hadn’t given out on her yet. What Cole was currently doing with his tongue ought to be illegal. True, he was only touching her with one hand, but his mouth and tongue—tracing, flicking, and sucking her piercing—was destroying her.

She couldn’t help the moan that slipped free from her throat as his finger joined in on the action as he moved it down to rub between her slick, sensitive lips. Finally feeling her stance becoming perilous, she reached out to gently grip his hair. He lifted his eyes to hers, and she should have been scared from the intensity she saw in them, but she wasn’t. She was buzzing and high on the lust coursing through her body like a raging inferno.

“Lift your left leg, Rachel, and put it over my shoulder.”

Oh fuck
was all Rachel could think as she moved to drape her leg over his strong shoulder. She was suddenly grateful to all her kickboxing training for giving her great balance because she knew she would need it the minute he lifted his hand and tugged her thigh further over him. Her piercing brushed against his rapacious mouth, and all Rachel could do was hold on and hope for the best.

“You look…” He licked. “Smell…”

Oh god, another lick.

“And taste…Jesus, Rachel…too fucking good,” he murmured against her heated flesh.

Rachel could feel the scrape of his stubble against her bare thighs as he finally moved his mouth from the piercing to her clit. Without hesitation, he sucked it between his greedy lips.

“Oh! God!” She groaned as she started to push her hips toward him, getting herself as close to that dexterous tongue as she could. She gripped his hair and tightened her leg over his shoulder, trying to pull him in closer to her.

That was when she felt a finger move up and slip through her juices, slowly pushing into her needy body. Crying out at the top of her lungs, Rachel let her head fall back as he fucked her with one hand and sucked her to the most spectacular climax she had ever had.

As her orgasm hit, like a wave crashing down upon her, she gave him what he had asked for. She screamed his name like her life depended on it.

When she opened her eyes, he promised, “Now, it’s my turn.”

Rachel gazed down at the man who had her thigh propped up on his large shoulder. His face was tilted up to her, and the expression in his eyes told her things were about to get a whole lot more intense in a matter of seconds.

His decadent mouth was glistening from where he had just had his lips. As a smug smirk—which were the only words Rachel could think to call it—curled his lips, she almost lost her balance.

She could feel his right finger drawing lazy circles up the outside of her left thigh that was still draped over him, and just like he had promised, he had not used more than one hand. The other remained in a fist by his thigh. When he reached the edge of her lace panties, he ran the tip of his finger under it, and with a swift and concise move, he snapped the material in two. Feeling her breath catch, she tried to hold back a moan as he dragged them from her overly sensitive body, leaving her bare from the waist down. He dangled the material out to the side before dropping them onto the rug he was standing on.

Releasing her hold on his hair, Rachel moved to reclaim her leg, and he let it go reluctantly. When she finally had her feet steady under her, he held up both hands and moved quickly, grabbing her hips and tugging her forward. She stumbled a little and reached out to grip his shoulders to balance herself.

“I kept both promises. Time to renegotiate,” he told her, sliding both palms around to cup her bare ass. “Hang on,” he instructed. Gripping her tightly, he took a step back and lifted her from the trunk.

Rachel let out a soft gasp as she was hauled against him, her body flush against his. He lowered her down his body, her heated skin rubbing all along the material of his clothes. When her aching mound slid against his hard cock, she took a moment to push against it, squirming like a cat in heat.

“Stop it,” he admonished as he gripped the tops of her arms.

Looking up at him, Rachel found herself complying.

Amazing
, she thought as she stared into calm, steady eyes that immobilized her.
This is what I have been looking for.

It was what her body had been craving all those years since
him
.

She wasn’t the Super Domme that Shelly had drunkenly labeled her. She just hadn’t wanted to end up on the wrong end of a man who wanted to control her by using his fists ever again.

This man though—this man who was watching her like a hawk—had kept his word. He had done everything she had asked, and he was still waiting on her to make some kind of move to show him she was on board.

Slowly, she licked her lips as she locked eyes with Cole.