She watched as an expression close to triumph crossed Cole’s features.

Ever the lawyer, he clarified, “So, that’s a yes then?”

Rachel nodded. “I said yes before, but to be crystal clear now, yes, I accept.”

“Done,” he agreed, sealing her fate. Releasing his hold around her waist, he told her, “Go and lie down on my bed. I’ll be right there.”

Rachel took a deep breath and went to move past him, but then his hand shot out to grip her arm. Glancing down, she saw a glimpse of writing on his forearm before he drew her attention back to his face.

“Leave on your stockings. I want to take them off.”

Stepping around him, she made her way over to the large bed and crawled up onto the cream duvet. As she went to lie in the center, she removed the tie from her hair and fluffed it out around her.

Turning on her knees, she noticed he hadn’t moved at all. His back facing her, he was still standing at the foot of the bed where she had left him. Placing a pillow behind her head, she tried to remind herself to breathe as she reclined, but somehow, the message was not getting to her brain. Her heart started to beat erratically as she watched his large shoulders shifting slightly.

What the hell is he waiting for?

Her question was answered almost as soon as she thought it. Cole shrugged and let his black shirt fall down off his back and arms, revealing one of the most elaborate tattoos Rachel had ever seen. In the center of his shoulder blades was a circular but jagged pattern with intricate details. From where she was lying, Rachel couldn’t quite make out what exactly it was, but she thought it looked like several pitchforks or tridents. They were all joined in the center by what looked like a cog, and woven around it was what she thought could be rope.

Now, that has to tell a story of some sort. Rachel found herself anxious to hear it. Holy shit, this guy is one surprise after another, she thought, squeezing her thighs together.

He seemed to be cracking his neck while he stretched it from side to side, and Rachel kept her eyes fixed on him as he dropped the shirt onto the trunk. She really wanted a closer look at his ink, but she didn’t dare move. Quite honestly, she didn’t think she could if she wanted to.

Once again, she caught a flash of the writing on his arm. It looked like it was in another language, and she was dying to ask him what it said. It was probably something stuffy, like I know everything, just ask me. At that thought, Rachel let out a small giggle.

He looked over his shoulder, and as soon as their eyes locked, her mirth disappeared, complete and utter lust replacing it. He let his eyes finally trail down over her breasts, taut stomach, and navel ring until she felt it land between her thighs, which were currently squeezed tight together.

Raising his eyes back to hers, he turned fully, and she caught a glimpse of another bold black ink design on the right side of his ribs. She couldn’t tell what it was, but as he started to unbuckle his belt, she didn’t think much beyond that.

“Why are your legs squeezed so tightly together? It’s going to be difficult for me to get between them if you have them shut like a vise.”

Of their own volition, Rachel’s thighs parted until she knew he was getting a perfect view of her piercing and the moisture made evident from her desire.

“Hmm, that’s much better. Whenever you are waiting for me, always wait as though I’m above you and about to slide inside you. Always be ready for me.”

Rachel felt her breath catch in her throat, and she realized then that she didn’t stand a chance in hell of resisting all that was Cole.

* * *

Rachel was looking at him like she was going to come just from seeing him undress. He liked that, but he had other plans in mind, and just in case she had any ideas, he made himself perfectly clear.

“For the next week, you don’t touch yourself unless I ask you to. Your orgasms, keep them all for me.” He pulled the belt from its loops, and when she didn’t respond, he pushed. “Got that?”

She nodded, seemingly at a loss for words, as he toed off his shoes and began undoing his pants. Cole finally pushed them off his body, revealing a pair of black Calvin Klein boxers. Meticulous as ever, he bent down to pick up the pants, and then he placed them on the trunk.

Removing his socks, he threw them on top of the pile before walking around to the side of the bed. Pressing one knee down on the mattress, he climbed up onto it, moving to the foot of the plush bedspread. When he got to her feet, he kneeled between her ankles and looked up her body.

Fucking hell, her breasts are perfection, he thought as he continued raising his eyes until blue met hazel. Trying to stay on track, he chose not to comment.

“Give me your left foot,” he demanded.

She raised her foot to him, and he placed it against his shoulder. He noticed she couldn’t tear her eyes from his as he reached forward and rolled the stocking down her thigh, over her knee, and off her calf and ankle. He tossed the silk behind him as he placed her foot back down on the bed. He didn’t even have to request the second foot. Rachel automatically raised it, and he repeated the move. When he was done, she was completely naked, except for that pretty ribbon around her neck.

Through a choppy breath, she asked, “What about you? You didn’t meet my requirements.”

He raised his right arm to push his fingers through his hair. “Yes, I did.”

Rachel seemed to think about that, but she couldn’t stop herself from arguing. “No, you didn’t.”

Ahh, brave and daring. That will get her into trouble every time.


Rachel shook her head, thinking back to their conversation. I asked him to remove his shirt and—

Her thought was interrupted as two large hands suddenly gripped her ankles, hauling her down the mattress. Her eyes automatically focused on the large frame now moving down over her. Fitting his hips in tight against hers, Cole pushed hard as he placed both palms on each side of her head.

“You asked me to remove my shirt and pants,” he reminded her.

Rachel was trying to remember how to string a sentence together with so much of him around and over her. All she could manage to say was, “You cheated.”

The feral smile he gave her sent a thrill directly to her clit as he rocked his hips against her naked flesh.

“I never cheat, Rachel, but I do pay attention to the details.”

Raising her hands, she gripped his biceps as he continued to rock his hard-on against her.

“So, this is it?”

Cole leaned his head down to her ear and bit the lobe. “Why so impatient? Isn’t the wait half the fun? Just think how good it will be when I’m finally deep, deep inside you.”

Rachel raised her hips up, chasing every thrust of his. “So, you’re a tease then?”

Her eyes zoomed in on the flexing muscles and veins popping out along his biceps as Cole pushed himself up over her. Beneath his tamed and polished exterior, Cole was a fucking animal, and she wanted to be devoured by him.

“I’m not teasing you yet. You’ve come twice. I haven’t come at all. I’m merely giving you incentive to stay the full week.”

Rachel raised her thighs to each side of him and squeezed his hips tightly. Pulling herself up against him, she rubbed her piercing against his cotton-covered cock as she parted her mouth. All her efforts were an attempt to alleviate the building pressure between her thighs.

“It’s not going to work,” he informed her as she continued to rub herself all over him. “And, if you come before I do, I’m not going to fuck you tomorrow either.”

Immediately, Rachel stopped.

“Ahh, that got your attention.”

As she released her thighs from around his waist, she stretched them out beside his. “You said it was your turn. If not this, then what?”

“It’s my turn to come.” Lowering his mouth to hers, he softly promised, “And I’m going to mark what’s mine.”

Rachel’s eyes widened as she watched him move his right hand down her body until she felt it between her thighs.

“And what’s mine, Rachel?”

She was about to tell him when his fingers zeroed in on her piercing, and instead, she just moaned.

* * *

“That’s right. This. This is mine.” Cole ran his fingers between the two little studs. This is so fucking sexy. “Look at me,” he demanded as her eyes started to close. “You keep your eyes on mine.”

Moving his hand off her body, he pulled down his boxers over his ass and thighs, and then he moved to thrust his finally naked cock against her bare skin.

With his teeth clenched, he let out a hiss of sheer agonizing pleasure at the feel of her skin against his engorged hot flesh. He felt her tense against him, and he knew the minute she felt his own piece of metal slide against her skin. When she shifted, he could tell she was about to try and look down between them.

“Eyes on mine, Rachel. You can look and touch some other time,” he promised gruffly.

He wanted to get inside her so badly that he almost gave up on this insane moment of self-inflicted torture, but the way she was looking at him made him continue. Her eyes were filled with a sense of awe. He didn’t know the source of it though. My body? How she is feeling? Or maybe the way I’m making her feel? In any case, the force of her approval drove him to continue.

“Hands above your head.”

Completely in the moment, she showed no hesitation as she reached back over her head and clasped her hands together. As he let his eyes finally drop to her beautiful breasts, he promised himself that they, along with her navel ring calling out to him, were next on the list. Right now though, he needed release, and he needed it now.

Reaching up to where her hands were tightly clenched together, his right hand circled her small wrists as his left palm ran down her side to her hip. He slid his left hand under her ass and pressed her hips up to meet his.

Lowering his forehead to the pillow beside her, he asked, “Do you remember when you were young and inexperienced and holding hands was a thrill? That moment when your date would drive you home and maybe start to kiss you, touch you?”

Rachel groaned and lifted her hips, but he made sure to keep his just out of reach.

“I do. God, I wanted to rub my cock against everything I could find back then, just to make it feel good. That’s what I want to do right now. I want to take you back to before someone hurt you. I want to pretend we’re in the backseat of a car, and I want us to rub up against each other until it’s so fucking good that we just have to come.”

With that, he started to rock his hips against hers. While he sucked her earlobe between his lips, she whimpered as her legs spread farther apart, and she arched up against him. He could feel her juices coating his cock as he slid it back and forth, generating an intimate hot, wet body rub.

“Cole!” she cried out.

She strained against his grip, but he held her wrists tightly as he slid his body against hers. He could feel her hard nipples against his as his piercings abraded them, adding a delicious new thrill to the full body rub, and he could feel her navel ring against his abs. Every single move they made together created a friction that was burning him up to the point of maximum heat.

Finally, he looked down at her to see her blue eyes were watching him closely. Her mouth parted as he thrust against her.

“Please,” she requested on a breathy sigh.

“This is my turn, remember? You have to wait for me,” he reminded as he felt his body tightening from her plea.

“Cole, please,” she begged again.

And that was all it took.

He closed his eyes, grinding hard against her. As he replayed her voice seeking permission, he felt his climax hit him hard, making his body tense and his spine tingle. He threw his head back and groaned as he came all over her mound and abdomen. When he opened his eyes, he saw two mesmerized blue orbs looking back at him.