Chapter 24 Colton
TWENTY-FOUR
COLTON
OCTOBER | COLUMBUS, OHIO
In the darkness of the storage closet, I relied on instinct. I spun Violet and put her back against the door. I molded my hands to her waist, like I’d done countless times before.
We weren’t Violet and Colton anymore. We were the billionaire and his diabolical assistant trying to bring down his empire.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to, little girl,” I hissed in her ear. “What you don’t know is I don’t care if you take every last dime.”
Violet’s breath was heavy as I pressed my pelvis against hers, hemming her in. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” was her breathy reply. “I’m not taking anything.”
Violet had done her studying, and so had I. We weren’t going word for word, but the spirit was there and fuck, was it one hot spirit.
I gripped her wrists and pinned them over her head, securing them with one of mine.
Violet let out the sexiest whimper and ragged breath, popping her chest forward while surrendering to my hold.
“I can’t stand your fucking lies,” I growled.
“You say you’re not stealing. You pretend you don’t want me, but what would I find if I put my hand . . .”
I flattened my palm against her stomach and again, she arched into my touch. Yes, we had agreed we both liked this scene in advance and her body language hinted she was into it, but I felt like we could use another consent checkpoint before I ravaged her like the billionaire. “Okay?” I whispered.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Touch me.”
I grinned, lowering my forehead to hers. “What would I find if I put my hand down here, hmm? A fucking oil slick?”
Violet giggled in the dark, which was not part of the scene. “Sorry, just realized there was an oil joke from the oil baron. Continue.”
My hand glided down her stomach, slipped the tab, and lowered the zipper of her work pants.
I combed my middle finger down over her pussy.
She, like the book’s main character, was absolutely drenched.
Violet trembled, and for a moment, I was afraid she was about to quit on me.
But then she curled her hips, seeking more friction from the pad of my finger.
I chuckled, low and dark. “This needy little cunt says you want me pretty badly. Is that true, Miss Reynolds?”
“It’s a lie,” she tried, but her words didn’t match the movement from her hips.
Now, the real fun would begin. I withdrew my hand from her panties and pushed my fingers past her lips. “Does this taste like a cunt that doesn’t want me?”
Violet moaned around my fingers, and my dick came to full strength at the sensation of her sucking them.
“Don’t answer that,” I snarled. “I’ll taste it for myself.”
I was just about to ask her if it was okay for me to kiss her, but she moved first.
For the first time in three years, Violet Gennari kissed me.
Three long years of waiting. Three long years where I resisted the temptation to give up. Three long years where I questioned my sanity, whether the whole pursuit was hopeless. Those three years came to a close in that moment.
Though she came at me forcefully, we slowed down when our lips locked. Just like in the book, she tasted like herself, my pussy-drenched fingers having just been in her mouth.
It was sweeter than I ever could have remembered.
Her lips, her tongue, her. I released her wrists from over her head and her hands coasted down my back. She trembled under my hands, so I pulled out of our kiss to check on her.
But it wasn’t a tremor of fear. Her moan was an undoubtable sound of pleasure. My whole body relaxed, now secure that she was into it.
“Do you still love kissing?” she breathed.
I cupped the back of her head. “I still love kissing you.”
I drove my knee between her legs and plunged back into an all-consuming kiss. Violet’s groan was deep, and I couldn’t hold out anymore. I rocked my hips forward to grind my cock against her stomach.
“Colt,” she moaned. I held her thrown-back head, my other hand on her ass to keep her close. And with her saying my name like that, I was getting dangerously close to oblivion.
“Who’s Colt?” I growled in her ear. “I’m Donovan.”
A deep hum came from her throat. “Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir.”
Just like the assistant. I didn’t expect her to be so good at this.
“That’s more like it. Why can’t you be so polite when you’re working for me, huh?”
“You never earn my respect when I’m working for you,” she said.
I lifted my thigh up against her pussy, rocking it forward.
“More,” she breathed.
“More, sir,” I corrected. I stepped back from her and though it was dark, I saw her body chasing after mine. I was thankful for the darkness, because there was no way I could act as tough as billionaire Donovan. I was grinning like a fool. I had Vi back, craving me, chasing after me.
Or was it just the book boyfriend she was chasing after?
I couldn’t think about that. I had to stay in the zone. We were playing roles. She needed me to play a role to be comfortable.
I pulled her pants and underwear to her ankles, stepped my foot between her legs and ground my thigh against her center again.
“I’ll make a mess,” she objected.
I leaned down to her ear. “You act like I don’t want to be covered in your cum, Violet.”
I was going off script, and Violet gasped. “Colt.”
“If wearing pants covered in you lets everyone know you’re mine, so be it.”
She sank down on my thigh and gripped my shoulders. My fingers met the buttons on her blouse and pushed her bra down until I freed her breast. My tongue circled her nipple while precum started to dampen my pants.
Nothing had ever felt so good. I was wholly consumed by the desire to get her off on my leg, strangely territory we’d never entered before.
My hands sank into the soft flesh of her ass, helping her move up and down.
I tipped my head back and tried to hold off, but her lips met the underside of my jaw.
“Kiss me,” she begged, fingertips clawing my shoulders. Off script, again. Violet was asking for what she wanted.
She wanted me. She wanted my kiss.
I tightened my arm around her back, took another fistful of her ass, and moved the other hand into her hair before dropping my lips to hers.
We were impossibly close together, sealed from head to toe.
Her breathing grew more and more frantic, but I have no clue if I was breathing or not.
I was so wrapped up in hearing and feeling her that I was floating out of my own body.
Our kiss stifled her cry and I needed to hear it. I broke away, her body trembling and her sounds nothing but pure, unadulterated need.
“There you go, baby. Come for me. Let me hear you.”
Her breathing was stilted from the exertion and my balls tightened. Uh oh. I guess the billionaire and I weren’t so different after all. Now I was the one whimpering. “Vi.”
It only got worse. Violet’s pussy soaked my pants and through the thin material, I felt her pulse on my leg.
I didn’t know I’d be able to feel her like that.
I groaned. I wasn’t going to make it. I drew her as close as I could get her, feet dangling off the ground where she balanced on my thigh.
I thrust my cock against her stomach, still imprisoned in my pants.
“I need you,” I gritted, trying not to yell in her ear. “I want you so fuckin’ bad.”
“Do you want to come, Colton?” Violet’s fingers crept under my shirt and clawed down my stomach. My belly button reached for my spine, a forceful tingle building there. She was borrowing language from the book, but using my real name.
“Please, baby,” I breathed.
“Let go for me,” she hummed.
Control. She said she wanted control with sex, and here she had it. Feeling her like this, hearing her commands, was one of the hottest things I’d ever had the privilege to be a part of.
It was too hot.
I grunted when my cock strained against my underwear and hot ropes of cum spurted out.
“Baby,” I ground out as pulse after pulse left me. “Fuck.”
I heard her satisfied chuckle in the dark before she pulled me into a kiss. “Just like Donovan, huh?”
I laughed into a kiss. “You told me to come. I was just following orders.”
Violet giggled against my lips. “That was very good of you.”
“You were perfect,” I whispered.
Loose, lazy kisses brought us back to earth.
I bound my arms around her waist and hoisted her up.
I tried wrapping her legs around me, but her pants and underwear still had her tied at the feet.
She wiggled up, hooking her arms behind my neck and tightening her knees on either side of me.
“I’m going to get your shirt all messy.”
“I promise that I do not care in the least. I’ve got several messes to deal with at the moment.”
She pressed a sweet kiss to my cheek and koala-hugged me. “I like you messy.”
Friends, I reminded myself. You are just friends.