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My body aches for his touch I’ undone "Cole, you can’t leave me like this"

"I don’t think you’re up to the kind of things I like to do" Cole tosses back the rest of his drink and leaves the glass on the table next to hi you You’re too young for me, Miss Lamore There’s no way this will end well"

"Anna," I say breathlessly My eyes lock with his "And I don’t care how old we are or aren’t I know you want me I can feel it I can see it in your eyes, in the way you look at , but he doesn’t He watches me as I crawl back onto his bed and lift le out of my pants and sit half-dressed on his bed He watchesin every inch of , "Shohat you like"

Cole re back in the chair like he doesn’t care that there’s a naked wo entirely different They are dark, and threaten to devour me

Cole blinks slowly, like he made a decision His voice is even, unemotional He breathes norainst the headboard, and part your legs" His tone is fir It makes me feel afraid and excited My eyes are locked on his face I can’t look away Pushing s He can see betweenMy heart slams into my ribs as my stomach swirls with anticipation

"Slip your bra off," he commands I reach around and unhook the bra Cole watches carefully, taking in the sway of my breasts When my hands are over my head, I realize howthe bra to the floor, letting him look "Now the panties," he says

I lift s, pulling the holes one at a time I pick up the bottoms and toss them to him Cole catches them and presses the scrap of fabric to his face and breathes in The action shocks lances up at rin he has so down I want hi them wide Cole’s eyes are locked on the sensitive flesh betweenmy body as I do it His eyes drift to my breasts and then my face His eyes lock with mine

"Take one hand and spread your lips Take the other and run a single finger over your clit, barely touching it" His voice slides over ht red Cole watches aze hot My left hand parts ht hand is on my clit, but he says, "Watch me, Anna Don’t look away"

I stroke my clit and look into his eyes, "Yes, Cole," I purr his na the sensitive skin again and again, never taking my eyes off of hile with anticipation, wantingmy hand

Cole sits across the room He leans back in his chair, his hands on the areye contact When my hips start to buck, he says, "Only

I watch hiaze darken He watchesmyself slowly I try not tothis, I would have been mortified, but in the ers aze taking in every slow blink, every hitched breath as I fight to keep aze shifts between s He watches as my muscles tense, and I try to re my eyes open I want to close the between ht of sensations flooding throughhe says, I want to hear his voice telling me what to do It’s hard to stay still, but Cole’s eyes pin me, so that only my hand moves