Chapter 21 A Three-to-One Ratio
A THREE-TO-ONE RATIO
What gives you a thrill?
Bridget: Really, Finley?
At work, I mean?
Cole: Winning. The feeling of coming out on top of a competition is exhilarating.
Bridget: I like a different kind of winning. For me, it’s more of achieving a goal and being recognized for it. An “atta girl.”
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The first time I kissed Cole Campion, it was a battle, like every other interaction we had.
This time was different. I was still fighting, but he ceded the field.
The more I pulled his hair, used my teeth, invaded him with my tongue, the more pliant he became.
His lips moved lazily against mine, like we had all the time in the world.
And maybe we did. We had all weekend with nothing to do but relax. And you know what’s relaxing?
Orgasms.
I released my hold on his hair and trailed my hand down his very large, very firm chest over that maddeningly tight T-shirt. I found the ridges of his abdomen. One…two…three… Jesus, how much time did he spend in the gym?
Then my fingertips hit denim, and I found an even more interesting ridge.
He pulled away from our kiss. “Careful, sweetheart.”
“What, like it’s fragile?” I ran my fingers down his hard length. “I promise I won’t use my teeth. Much.”
He hissed, then gripped my wrist. “I’m not ready yet.”
I stretched my fingers toward him, testing his grip, but it was steel. I slumped back onto the bed. “You feel pretty damn ready to me.”
“In finance, we deal with a lot of ratios.”
“You’re talking to me about finance? Now?” I glanced up at his face, and there was his smirk again.
“Three to one is a pretty good ratio, don’t you think?”
I thought back to the business classes I’d taken years ago. “Like, a current ratio? Sure, I guess. Do I need my laptop for this?”
“No, I think we can both count to three unassisted.” He smoothed a lock of hair that was stuck to my face. “We’re talking orgasms. Three for you, one for me. And you’ve had how many so far?”
I didn’t feel obligated to tell him about the one I’d helped myself to in the shower earlier. “One?”
“Good,” he purred. “Now strip.”
I shivered. I shouldn’t like it when he told me what to do. But when he paired the order with that word, good, I couldn’t resist. I sat up and tugged his shirt over my head. Then I stood and dropped his too-big shorts to the floor.
He lay in the middle of the bed, fully clothed, a hungry grin on his face.
“Aren’t you going to…”
“Come up here,” he said.
I clambered onto the mattress, and as soon as I was in range of his long arms, he grasped my waist and lifted me over him so I straddled his chest. I grabbed the headboard to keep my balance. “Hey, warn a girl!”
His smile was pure evil. “Fine. Hold on to the headboard.”
I had a split second to tighten my grip before he lifted me again, this time settling my knees on either side of his neck.
“Tell me if I do something you don’t like.” He set his hands on my ass, pulled me forward, then licked my pussy.
Shockwaves of pleasure radiated through my body as he held me to his face and explored me with his tongue. I clenched the headboard, my knuckles going white. He was thorough as he licked around my lips, then between them. I gasped when he speared his tongue inside.
“Still okay?” he paused to ask.
My voice was high and strained when I said, “Better than okay. Much, much better.”
He returned to his work, and I watched his face.
A line of concentration formed between his eyebrows as he focused on me, sucking and licking and kissing.
He delved inside again, and I arched my back in pleasure.
Honestly, between the orgasm on the sofa and twenty-two minutes of watching angsty young David Boreanaz, I was close.
With a little pressure on my clit, I could get all the way there.
With one hand on the headboard for balance, I found my clit with the other.
“Hands off,” he growled.
“What?” I barely kept myself from whining when he pulled his tongue out of me. I rubbed my clit harder. I was so close.
Gripping my wrist, he pulled my hand away and pinned it behind my back. “Later, I’ll watch you while you make yourself come. Now, it’s my turn.”
My outraged snort turned into a choked moan as he thrust his finger inside me, then used it to tug me closer to his face. He put his lips at the top of my pussy, then sucked my clit into his mouth. I had no time to cry out when the orgasm knocked the breath out of me.
Relentlessly, he sucked and nibbled at my clit and vibrated his finger inside me as I clenched around him. I curled over, desperately clutching the headboard. My orgasm surged through me in waves until I couldn’t bear it. “Stop,” I groaned.
He released my wrist and pulled his mouth away. Finally, he slipped out his finger. “You okay?”
“Yeah, just…” My staticky brain couldn’t come up with words.
Thankfully, he didn’t seem to need them. “Both hands on the pillow.”
I lowered my palms to bracket his head, and he lifted me by the hips, scooting me down his body. When I straddled his hips, he arranged my arms on either side of his chest and pulled me down so I was draped over him like melting butter. I listened to the thudding of his heart.
“That’s two,” he said.