Chapter 36
YASMINE
The mood in the Hart Law boardroom changes faster than a whip cracking against a floor, from professional to passionate, the air thick with need, want, desire, heat swirling around us.
We’ve been patient, and I knew one of us would snap eventually.
To be honest, Cole looks delicious in that suit he’s wearing today, and all I want to do is rip it off his body because I know what’s underneath it, but just for clarity, to be sure, I want to check my eyes weren’t deceiving me the first night we spent together.
Because Cole isn’t just buff, he’s brawny and a solid wall of muscle that I want to feel again beneath my palms.
“I can’t wait another minute to taste you again,” he admits, licking his lips, his voice lowering to a dark, dangerous tone that makes my mouth turn dry because I know what comes next.
The ruining.
I kick off my black shiny pumps and place my heels on the edge of the desk as Cole moves between my widened legs.
He runs his finger over the fabric of my dress pants, through my pussy lips. “Are you wet for me, baby?”
I am shamefully and painfully so.
Cole presses his finger over my clit, hard, making my back arch further off the table below me, making me moan, as I’m caught off guard.
With expert ease, he undoes the button and zip of my pants, hooking his fingertips into the waistband to pull them down and off my hips, taking my black lace panties with them.
“Fuck,” he mumbles to himself while staring at my pussy.
I know he’ll see how wet I am for him, and he’s barely touched me yet.
“You have such a pretty pussy, baby.”
Tilting his head to the side, his hooded eyes glance down my body. “Spread your legs wider for me.”
I do as he asks, spreading myself fully to reveal the most private part of myself.
“You are fucking beautiful,” he says, taking his time, dropping his lips to kiss my hip bone, one and then the other.
Dropping to his knees, I hold my thighs open, to accommodate the width of his frame.
From his presence, muscles, personality, to his cock, everything about him is big.
My pussy walls clench as I remember the night we spent together. His cock was thick and stretched me in the most pleasurable, painful way.
He kisses my pelvic bone, and I moan, praying he’s heading much further south.
My prayers are answered when his tongue flicks my clit teasingly, barely a ghost of a touch.
Then he flattens his tongue over it and sucks it into his mouth, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my core and sparking a wave of arousal, making me jolt, but everything he does makes my body feel alive, as if there’s a strange supercurrent running between us. It’s electric.
“Cole,” I cry out, not caring that anyone hears us, because they can’t apparently.
When we’re here like this together, I don’t care about how unprofessional I am being; all I know is that I want him, need him, like my lungs need oxygen.
I lift my head to watch him just as he mouths my pussy, pushing his tongue into my wet heat, licking and groaning, as if enjoying every minute as he eats me out.
I’ve died and gone to heaven, and I swear I hear angels singing when his tongue finds my clit, and pleasure courses through me. When he finally slips his finger into my pussy, I draw in a breath.
While his tongue laps my clit, he inserts another finger, sliding them in deeper this time, creating a completely different sensation. I’m already on the verge of coming.
The fire within me burns hotter than Hades, as he creates pleasure in my body faster than my mind can process.
I grab onto the back of his head and push his face into my pussy to chase my release.
Unbothered by my desperation, I crave more, everything he can offer.
When I look down, he’s already looking at me with a mischievous glint in his eye.
He suddenly stops, then makes his demand.
“Come for me.” He goes back to covering my pussy with his mouth, and sucks my clit, thrusting his finger in and out of me.
Then I come. So hard. Just as he did the night we spent together, his finger strokes a spot so deep inside that it feels like a meteor shower of pleasure, scattering through me.
I gasp, writhe, and jerk as he controls my pleasure, pulling every drop from my body. Cole interlaces his fingers with mine and lets out a deep, prolonged moan. One that tells me he’s enjoying this just as much as I am.
Warmth in the afterglow washes over my heated skin, my heart pounding in my chest as I struggle to breathe.
Then he kisses my swollen clit, removing his finger, making me push his mouth off me, because it’s too sensitive.
One last time, he pushes his tongue inside of my pussy as if he can’t get enough of me, then mumbles against my sensitive skin, “Fuck, you taste good.” He overwhelms me with his actions, and I cover my face with my hands from the intensity.
“Cole,” I gasp as he gets up, moves over my body, and lies on top of me before passionately kissing my mouth.
Everything about us just feels so right. Even the taste of me on his lips feels truly perfect.
“I want you.” I reach down to touch him.
“That was all for you, baby.” He grabs my hand to stop me, wrapping his fingers around my wrist, then pushing it up above my head where he threads our fingers together.
“Really?” I ask, sounding disappointed.
“I love eating you out. It might be my new favorite thing to do, and I am fucking ravenous for you.”
No other man has ever taken care of me the way he does: making sure I come not only first but also as the only one to come at all. He’s not only selfless but also seems to enjoy eating me out like an all-you-can-eat buffet and still wants more.
He releases his fingers from mine, then runs his finger down my cheek, as we gaze at each other as if we’re the only two people in Hart Law’s enormous office building. “When we fuck again, I want to take my time with you. I’m not in a hurry, Yasmine.”
Smiling up at him, I almost can’t believe how sweet he can be when he’s so dark and mysterious looking. “I like the sound of that.”
“I love the sound of you moaning my name much more.”
“Later then?”
“After the basketball game I got us tickets for tonight.”
“Really?” My eyes bug out as realization hits. “You didn’t?”
He nods with a smug smile playing across his lips. “Yes, I did.”
“You got tickets for the exhibition game tonight?” How the hell did he get his hands on them? They sold out in minutes.
“I pulled some strings.”
What he means is he knows someone who knows someone.
I haven’t heard the crowd roar or the whistle blow yet, but just thinking about tonight with him makes my heart race like it’s running laps around a basketball court. The real thrill isn’t the game itself, it’s being with him that excites me most.
He’s the ultimate thrill.