Page 27 of Mistletoe Mistake
That particular pleasure was still to come.
~Gemma~
My mind reeled with residual pleasure as I lay against Cole's chest on the sofa, trying to make sense of what just happened. It had been easily the most intense orgasm of my life, I knew that much, and Cole hadn't even touched me. Still nearly fully dressed, he really hadn't done anything other than speak to me and let me use his body. Somehow, he seemed to know me better than I knew myself, understanding just what I needed to hear to turn me on faster and harder than anyone ever had before.
The next words out of his mouth, however, were completely unexpected. “Are you hungry? You didn't eat much at the park.”
Cole's voice had lost its domineering edge. He still sounded calm and controlled, but the sudden switch to talking about food while still inside me felt like it came out of nowhere.
Shakily, I pushed myself back up so I could see his face. “No, I’m okay.”
“Are you sure? I'm going to order something.” He slid his hand down between his leg and mine, retrieving his phone from the pocket of his trousers before holding it up in front of his face as he pulled up an app.
Even more confused, I lifted myself off of him. He didn't even glance up from his phone as I got up, or when my gaze moved to the full condom still encasing his cock. Did he expect me to do something about that? He didn't seem bothered by it.
“I'm going to get a sandwich and some chips,” he told me absent-mindedly as he scrolled through the images on his screen. “You sure you don't want anything?”
“No, thanks.” Standing beside the sofa, completely naked, I felt more and more unsure by the second about exactly what was happening now. Finally, I reached down and slid the condom off of him, but besides a slight wince, he didn’t react at all.
Was that really it? He had his orgasm and I was of no further interest?
Suddenly, embarrassment began to take over. As the endorphins left my body, shame took their place, shame over the way I'd acted since we got here and the way I'd suggested this whole arrangement to him this morning. Of course he would treat me as if I were disposable. What had I done to suggest anything else to him?
Moving quickly and deliberately while Cole continued to stare at his phone, I gathered my clothes and took them into the bathroom with me, tossing the condom in the rubbish bin. Once I had my clothes back on, I took a deep breath as I looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes had a slightly wild look to them and my cheeks were flushed; I definitely looked like someone who had just been fucked.
But I hadn't been, really, had I? I had fucked him. He hadn't done anything at all.
What was I even doing here?
Shaking my head at myself, I left the bathroom, determined to grab my coat and get out of there as quickly as possible. The memory of the paparazzi outside crossed my mind, but hopefully, they would be gone by now. Being photographed like this would be the perfect topper to the most exciting but ultimately confusing experience of my life.
While I'd been away, Cole had sat up and done up his trousers, his cock tucked back out of sight, but he still had his phone out. He glanced up as I reappeared and his brow furrowed at the sight of me.
“You didn't need to get dressed. I can answer the door when the food gets here.”
My steps faltered at the disapproval in his tone, knocking me off balance once again. “I thought we were finished.”
He raised an eyebrow, his attention fully back on me. “Trust me, Gemma. You'll know when we're done."
Colour rose in my cheeks, but I stood my ground. Why did he make it sound like I was the one behaving strangely here? “Then why are you ordering food?”
With all the restrained strength of a wild animal, Cole stood up, stepping closer to me. As his body crossed into my space, my pulse rate increased again, against my will. “I'm ordering food because I'm hungry. Because I need more energy for what comes next, but believe me when I tell you, I'm not anywhere near finished with you yet.”
My mouth went dry with his words and my resistance completely evaporated. Just like that, he had me ready to do whatever he told me to again. What the hell was wrong with me?
“There are some robes in the bathroom,” he added. “Why don't you take your clothes off again and put one of those on? It’ll be a lot more comfortable.”
Taking a step back, he looked down at me with those dark eyes for just a second, checking that he had my agreement before sitting back down on the sofa and turning his attention back to the phone as if he had never got up at all.
I stood my ground for a moment longer, fighting against the almost overwhelming urge to give in to him, but in the end, my efforts were useless. Iwantedto give in. Returning to the bathroom, I took off my clothes again, folding them on the counter, and put on one of the soft white robes instead, tying the belt tight around my waist.
When I came back out again, Cole was still looking at his phone but he patted the seat beside him on the sofa. “Come and sit. I just need to take care of something for work, it won't take long.”
I did as he asked and he put an arm around me, pulling me closer to him. Though the gesture wasn't anything particularly special, it somehow made me feel safe and protected. I really couldn't understand myself right now, and I was getting tired of trying. It seemed easier to just let myself go and feel what I wanted to feel.
With his free hand, Cole made a call. I could hear the person on the other end speaking to him with an American accent, going through the details of some kind of marketing plan. It meant nothing to me, so I stopped listening to his words and focused on the vibration of his chest as he spoke. His deep voice comforted me in a way I couldn't explain, and I reached over and undid one of the buttons of his shirt, sliding my hand through the opening to rest against his skin. His breath caught as I did it, but he didn't stop me and he didn't stop talking either.
Before he had finished, room service knocked on the door. I pulled my hand back and out from his shirt, starting to stand up to answer the door, but he held out his hand to me and stood and answered it himself, still talking on the phone. Soon, he returned with a tray, setting it on the coffee table as he sat back down and put his arm back around me as he wrapped up his call. Everything he did felt so unhurried, so completely sure of himself, and so different from anyone I had been with before.
