Chapter Fourteen Cole
With the tantalizing taste of Addie still on my lips, I practically race up the spiral staircase to her bedroom.
At the top of the stairs, I drop the duffel bag and toss her onto her bed.
Then I hurriedly yank my shirt off and trip out of my boots.
She lounges against the ornate metal headboard, a condom already waiting on the bed, hooded blue eyes watching me.
I pause in the act of shoving my damp jeans off, wondering when she pulled a Houdini and did that.
Not that it really matters, I decide, and push my boxers down. For a moment, I stand there naked, breathing hard. Anticipation and lust make my nostrils flair, and my dick proudly salutes her.
She curls her finger in a come-hither motion and my knee hits the mattress. Crawling toward her, I’m ready to devour her in every possible way. But when I reach for her, she pulls back with a very wicked, mysterious smile.
“On your back, Detective,” she orders. “And hold onto the headboard.”
I know she likes to be in control and do things her way, and if she wants to ride my dick until she’s screaming, who am I to argue?
Acquiescing, I drop down on my back, curl my fingers around the iron frame, and wait for her next move.
It’s exciting to have an unpredictable, take-charge partner for once.
Someone who doesn’t merely lie there and expect me to do everything.
The women I’ve been with haven’t been anything like Addison Mills.
Compared to her, they’re utterly forgettable.
And Addie? She’s a goddamn spicy superstar—a jolt to my senses, reminding me how exciting sex can be with the right person.
Apparently, I haven’t been with the right woman…
ever. Because my pulse is pounding, my heart is about to burst from my chest, and my dick is aching in a way that leaves my mouth dry and my thighs quivering.
She straddles me, and a slow smile starts to spread across my face—until I hear the snap. Through the red haze of passion, it takes a second to dawn on me that she just handcuffed my left wrist to the headboard.
With my own damn cuffs.
Baffled, I frown, trying to figure out when she snagged them without me noticing.
“Stop thinking,” she murmurs and licks up my chest.
“When did you manage that?” I ask, not exactly sure how I feel about her outsmarting me so easily. Or being at her mercy.
“What can I say? I’m good with my hands.” She slides back and wraps them around my throbbing dick. “Don’t you think so?”
She squeezes, and I groan. “Addie,” I grit out, voice rough with need. The fingers of my free hand dig into her hip. “You’re playing with fire.”
Tilting her head, she smirks. “I thought I was playing with your cock.”
“It’s on fire,” I assure her and hiss out a curse when she starts stroking. Twisting her hands up and down. “Baby, I’m hanging on by a damn thread.”
The little witch leans down and swirls her tongue around my tip, lapping up the precum.
“Christ, please,” I beg. “If you want this to last, get on me. Now.”
“I love teasing you,” she murmurs, reaching for the condom. Thankfully, she rolls it on fast and then lifts herself, hovering above me. “Are you ready?”
“I’ve been ready,” I assure her and shove my hips up hard. My dick slides against her slick folds and her mouth drops open as she guides me inside.
Holy Mother of God. She’s tight and hot and I can feel her body stretching as she pulls me deeper. Any control I’ve somehow managed to maintain shatters, and all that’s left is the most intense, mind-blowing sensation of our bodies coming together.
Let the fucking begin.
She begins to slide up and down my rigid length, leaning forward, hands splaying on my chest as she finds the perfect angle and rhythm. Her long, wild hair cascades forward like a golden waterfall, brushing and teasing against my sensitive skin.
“That’s right,” I encourage her, watching her full breasts sway. I forget I’m cuffed and try to cup them both, but one palm squeezing a luscious globe is better than none. “Take what you need. Take me all the way in.”
She moans, doing exactly that, taking me impossibly deep, her inner muscles squeezing.
The clang of the cuff against metal fills the air because I keep tugging at it, wanting the damn thing off so I can touch her.
Forced to comply, I slide my other hand to the place where our bodies are joined.
My fingers push and rub against her swollen clit and, with a whimper, she straightens up and leans back, allowing me better access.
I can’t drag my eyes off her. She’s truly magnificent. A stunning sight to behold as she rides me into release. “So beautiful,” I rasp.
Her eyes roll back in her head and she shudders, her pussy squeezing me tightly then pulsing and fluttering around my cock. A sexy as fuck cry splits the air and she calls out, “Vaughn!”
“Cole,” I growl. “Call me Cole when I’m inside you, dammit.”
She looks down at me, appearing a little dazed, and I spin her beneath me so fast, she gasps. My turn.
Despite the awkward angle of my left arm, I get adjusted, hike her leg around my hip and start pounding into her sweet, tight heat. She fits me so well, too well, and I let myself go with a roar.
She arches up, meeting each wild thrust, and it doesn’t take long before the pleasure explodes. I stiffen and spill, emptying every last drop into the condom. Then I drop down, half on top of her still, and completely depleted.
I knew it would be good between us, but I never could’ve predicted it would be next-level, fucking phenomenal.
Shit.
Easing out of her body, I roll onto my back, twisting my arm. With a curse, I yank at the cuff. “Take it off,” I order, but my voice is barely a whisper, more a feral rasp. Because Addie brings out my inner beast.
Normally, I play by the rules. Keep myself in check twenty-four seven. And fuck does it feel good to let all that go. To lose myself in this woman and allow a sweet kind of freedom to rule, even if just for a short while.
Without a word, she reaches over my body, turns the key and pops the cuff open.
I lunge up, unable to ignore the breasts hovering above me, and latch onto her nipple.
She allows me to lavish it with rough attention for a minute, then pulls away and rolls onto her back.
I quickly ditch the condom then crawl back into bed and press a kiss to her shoulder.
“That was…” Her voice trails off, searching for the right word. “Unexpected.”
She doesn’t sound like her normal, confident self, and I quirk a brow. “Was it, though?” I ask, studying her closely. “Haven’t you felt it? The chemistry?”
“Yes, but…”
“But what?” I press, moving closer. Like a predator on the prowl. Because, yeah, I’m ready for seconds.
“I don’t trust you, Vaughn.” She puts extra emphasis on my last name, trying to create distance between us.
Nope, not happening.
“You just trusted me with your body,” I remind her.
She swallows, considering my words. Then she brushes all that thick, dark gold hair back and slides off the bed. “That’s different.”
“Is it? Because I disagree.”
A cloud of doubt seems to pass over her pretty face. “You’re the annoying, very persistent detective who wants to throw my ass in jail.” It sounds like she’s trying to remind herself. “And I’m—”
“The beautiful woman who’s stolen my breath away,” I interrupt.
Her blue eyes go wide, and for the first time, my little thief with the silver tongue and endless charm and wit is at a loss for words.
She takes a wary step back, as though I might strike like a snake.
Emotions I can’t quite read flit across her face before her mask settles into place, and she sends me a slow, sexy smile.
I’m not sure what conclusion she’s come to in that pretty little head of hers, but the earlier skittishness disappears and the confident, cool Addison is back.
“This,” she says, motioning between us, “is a one-night thing.”
“There’s still a lot of night left.”
Her gaze drops to my dick, which is already getting hard again. “I’m aware,” she murmurs, slowly moving around the bed, opening the nightstand, and plucking out an entire strip of condoms. “Just making sure you understand the arrangement.”
I don’t care for that term, but I’d be willing to agree to anything at this point to get her sexy ass back in bed.
“Sure,” I respond vaguely, reaching down and fisting my cock.
I want her hot again, whispering naughty words, not cool, unemotional crap like “arrangement.” Her blue eyes turn to liquid heat when I give myself a rough pump.
“Now, are you going to get over here and help me? Or do I need to sign a damn contract or something first?”
“Oh, I can help you.” She gives me a sexy, slow blink then bends over and scoops two packets of one-hundred-dollar bills from the duffel bag. “Ever fuck on a bed of money… Cole?”
My mouth goes dry. She is hot as sin and I’m going straight to hell, ready and willing to burn all night long.
After the most incredible night of my life, we finally drift off to sleep, completely spent.
We wrecked her bed in every possible way.
The headboard banged against the wall so many times, we dented it, breaking a chunk of plaster loose.
I don’t even know how it was physically possible for me to fuck her that many times.
But I was like a man possessed, unable to stop or get enough.
When morning arrives, we shower together and, of course, can’t resist one last fuck.
It’s wet and wild, all control obliterated as we come together.
I swear to God, it’s like a fuck-a-thon.
Once we’re able to pry ourselves off each other, we get dressed and grab donuts and coffee from the nearby café.
We linger much longer than we should, probably trying to extend the one-night-only arrangement we agreed to.
Well, I didn’t actually agree to that. And despite what she thinks, I have other plans.
After checking in with the protection detail across the street and handing them a box of donuts, I drive over to the station.
They’ll keep a close watch on her while I’m gone.
The stolen cash—albeit a bit crumpled from our exertions—sits in the passenger seat, and I can’t stop replaying the things Addie and I did to each other.
Last night was beyond incredible. She loosened my moral reins and pushed me in ways no one else ever has before. She also gave me the most pleasure I’ve ever experienced in my life.
Addison Mae Mills is like sin and temptation all wrapped up in a big, beautiful bow meant to destroy me. And I’m her willing victim.
Sergeant Mahoney’s eyes widen when I drop the duffel bag on the chair beside his desk.
There’s no way I’m telling him about my little B&E adventure with Addie, so I simply say I received an anonymous tip and, lo and behold, there it was—the Carrington’s missing money.
Does it allow me to arrest Billy Warrant?
No. And the strange thing is, it’s not as big of a deal as I thought it would be.
I can get him another way. Because there will be other opportunities.
But I kind of wish I could be there when he realizes the duffel bag is missing.
“How’s it going with Mills?” Mahoney asks. “Is she upholding her end of the bargain so far?”
“She’s been a great help,” I say deliberately. “And because she’s being very helpful and, uh, cooperative, I was thinking we could offer her some kind of deal.”
Mahoney barks out a laugh. “She’s a criminal.”
The way he says it with such vehement dismissal makes me pause. Technically, she’s no different from any other “criminal” we’ve worked with in the past to garner intel. I wonder why he’d rather put her in jail than use her to funnel information to the department.
“She wants out of the game,” I say, carefully choosing my words. Is it a lie? I don’t know. Maybe. But I’m trying to protect her. I need to convince my boss that Addie serves us better outside of jail, rather than locked away where her beauty and vitality will be stripped away.
“You believe her?” he scoffs.
“I do.” I clear my throat. “She’s already provided me with intel on the other players in town.
Good intel. She also has skills that can help ensure none of them steals the Phoenix Kiss.
She’ll be going over the security detail and making sure that necklace isn’t taken.
Her help has been invaluable. We could benefit from that in the future. ”
“Vaughn, I’m glad to hear she’s playing well with you,” Mahoney says, placing a hand on my shoulder, “but don’t lose sight of the end goal. Addison Mills and her ring of thieves are going down. That woman belongs in a jail cell, and you’re going to help me put her there. End of story.”
Deciding not to push it further, I merely nod. I know Addie’s mom gave him the runaround for years, so maybe he has some sort of vendetta against them.
Shit. Looks like I have my work cut out for me.