Page 89 of Tempted Hearts
I pulled my finger from him and then pushed him away from the counter a little. “Stand there. I need some space.”
“You…” He watched as I squeezed between his body and the counter. “Juliette? What are you doing?”
He had probably figured it out by this point. Squatting, not all that comfortably, I looked up at him.
“The question isn’t what I will be doing, but what you will be doing. Your goal is to continue to make cookies. Let’s see how well you can do it with my mouth on your dick.”
I honestly thought he might pass out. The way he looked at me.
“Since we’re not technically in the bedroom, I’ll give this one to you.”
“Why, Cole Ford, how very kind of you. I don’t see your hands moving. How are those cookies coming?”
He was barely able to reach the counter, so I was sure the start didn’t go that easily. I waited until he’d moved the cookie sheet next to the bowl and begun to roll out a ball.
“You’re killing me.”
“I didn’t even do anything yet,” I pointed out. With that, I tugged down his shorts and underwear at the same time. He was hard, ready.
I adjusted myself onto my knees and took him in my mouth. At his first groan, power coursed through me. I imagined him at the wine festival, so proper and buttoned up. And now, as I worked him, Cole’s hands gripping the counter and definitely not rolling cookies, he was the exact opposite.
Increasingly out of control. The sounds he made, his hand suddenly gripping the back of my head and my hair, only encouraged me further.
I wanted him to feel as good as he made me feel last night. Like an absolute treasure.
Now both hands were on my head.
“Juliette, I can’t hang on much longer.”
“Then don’t.”
I said that with my mouth, my hands, my tongue. Bringing him to the brink and then over it, the moment of pleasure one I wouldn’t easily forget. It was guttural.
When he finished, I stood, pulling up his pants. Then, just as he had done the night before, I ran my thumb across my lower lip, the taste of him still very much there.
“Touché.”
I turned to look at the empty cookie sheet. “Not so good there, Mr. Ford.” I picked up the cookie scoop and got to work. Cole didn’t move from behind me, his hands now resting on my hips.
“That was so fucking hot.”
I resisted saying,I know.
“I don’t want to know where you learned to do that.”
I continued to ball and place the cookies on the cookie sheet. The music had stopped, but the sound of rain made up for it.
“And I don’t want to know where you learned to do what you did to me last night.”
He pushed my hair aside and nuzzled my neck, kissing me there and making me drop a ball of dough.
“You’re just trying to get me back. I’m having a hard time concentrating.”
I stayed right there, between the counter and his arms, pretending I didn’t feel the shift.
Pretending moments like this didn’t end.
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