Page 109 of The Exit Strategy

“Are you listening?” he growls. Cole Whittaker growls at me, and my core pulses to the vibration.

I’m in so much fucking trouble, but I nod, incapable of speech.

“In here, I’m in control.”

Yeah, right.I laugh, then realize it’s only in my head because holy shit. I think I want him to take charge, to be in control.

He crawls up the bed, spreading my legs impossibly wide. I’m so turned on I can actually feel myself getting wetter, and he hasn’t even really touched me yet.

“First,” he says. “You’re going to come on my mouth. Then you’ll come on my fingers. And just when you think you can’t take another minute of pleasure, then you’ll get my cock. That is when you’ll know.”

“Know what?” I mewl as his hands slide up the inside of my thighs.

A deviously impassioned grin lights up his face. “That you were always mine, Juniper.”

I cry out when he darts forward. He hasn’t even touched me there yet, but my core anticipates it, and he chuckles. He’s so close to my pussy that his laugh blasts my core with heat that has my entire body twisting in reaction.

But his strong hands hold my hips still, then he tastes me. One lick straight up my center, and I swear sparks fly all around us. Cole groans, long and low in the back of his throat, and me? I fall helplessly, hopelessly, endlessly over the edge.

“What the fuck have I been doing with my life.” He sounds pissed, but his fingers are exploring me in a way that steals all my thoughts. Then he reaches up and paints my bottom lip with a wet finger.

My tongue instantly darts out before my mind catches up to what I’m doing.

“Do you taste that?” he demands.

I nod.

“What does it taste like?” One long finger breaches my core, and I groan around the delicious intrusion.

“Me.”

Another finger surges into my center.

“Wrong, Junie.” His lips clamp over my clit and he sucks so hard stars form in my vision. “You taste like mine,” he mumbles around my skin. “Fucking mine.”

“I—”

Cole doesn’t give me a chance to respond. He hoovers my clit while flicking it with his tongue. It’s aggressive, and rough, and everything I’ve never had.

I curl my fingers into his hair just to have something tohold on to because the world is slipping away into a spiral of bliss that shouldn’t be real.

“Oh, baby.” He speaks into my damp flesh. “You’re so close.”

I am. I really am.

He presses his tongue into my center while his long, thick fingers stroke my clit faster and faster, barreling me toward release. Then he uses his free hand to press down on my lower belly, and I don’t know what the fuck happens, but my entire body spasms. My back arches and curls, trying to outrun the electricity shooting through every one of my nerves.

I cry out.

Convulse.

Fall.

“That’s one.” The gravel in those two words tell me that Cole isn’t playing around.

He’s really going to make me come three times tonight, and I’m barely surviving the first.

He crawls up my body, his fingers never leaving my pussy as those rough digits continue their leisurely fucking while he slowly moves his thumb to my clit, adding pressure there before I’ve even begun to recover.