Page 66 of Mistletoe Mistake
“Not until I remind you what you'll be missing.”
With that, Cole swept me back into a deep kiss, his arms cradling me firmly, the only thing keeping me from falling over entirely. It almost reminded me of being on the ferris wheel with him, kissing him while we moved through the air and losing all sense of space.
The kiss was so hard, so unyielding, that my lips almost felt raw as he pulled away.
“Your duke will never kiss you like that, Meg.” His dark eyes were fixed on mine, daring me to contradict him.
“N-no, he won't,” I agreed, my voice genuinely breathless, no acting required. “But we can't live on kisses.”
“You really won't come with me?” he demanded.
I shook my head apologetically. “I can't.”
His jaw clenched in convincing frustration. “Then give me tonight, Meg. Give me a night you'll never forget.”
I tried not to look too eager as I nodded, aching for him more than ever. “Yes. We have tonight.”
Another bruising kiss followed, his hand holding the back of my head as his tongue explored every inch of my mouth, and when he finally let me come up for air, he took my hand and pulled me roughly to the centre of the room, standing me before the mirror.
“Everything I do to you tonight, Meg, you're going to watch. When you're lying in bed with that old man on top of you, you can close your eyes and remember this.”
My thighs clenched as electricity jolted through me. I’d never watched myself while having sex before but I already knew I was going to love it. How did he know I would?
Cole let go of my hand and moved around my back, looking me up and down. As he'd instructed, I kept looking in the mirror, watching his movements and trying to anticipate what he might do next.
“Take off your clothes,” he ordered, meeting my eyes in the mirror. “I want to see all of you.”
I hurried to obey, but when I looked down to unbutton my shirt, Cole's hand immediately came under my chin, lifting my head back up.
“Watch the mirror,” he reminded me. “Never take your eyes off it.”
My fingers trembled with excitement as I did as he said, watching myself get undressed. Once I was completely naked, he circled me once more while I followed his movements through the mirror, watching him inspecting me like a prize animal going to the fair.
“You'll be wasted on that duke, Meg.” The name surprised me for just a second; I'd been so focused on the way my body was feeling that I had almost forgotten what we were doing. “This glorious ass.” His hands reached down and grabbed it firmly, making me gasp in surprise. “These beautiful breasts.” Still standing behind me, his hands reached around to cup my breasts, squeezing them gently. “And this tight, wet little pussy.”
His left hand stayed on my breast but his right one dipped down between my legs, his finger immediately pushing its way inside me. My breath caught again as I watched him, and I moaned as his thumb began rubbing my clit.
“You're perfect, Gemma,” he whispered in my ear, his eyes locked on mine through the mirror. “See how beautiful you are as you come.”
Gemma? Did he realize he'd used my real name? I couldn’t have asked even if I wanted to. I couldn’t speak at all. Even keeping my eyes open was a struggle, but I did, watching as Cole kissed my neck from behind, one hand pinching and playing with my nipple, the other building into a steady rhythm as his fingers pumped into me, his thumb still playing with my clit. Somehow, feeling what he was doing and seeing him do it at the same time made it even more intense, and I approached the peak of my orgasm in hardly any time at all, getting achingly close to that blissful release.
“Keep your eyes open,” he reminded me. “Watch yourself fall apart.”
His words were all I needed to do just that, and I forced my eyes to stay open even as my vision blurred and blackened at the edges. My legs buckled but Cole's strong arms were there to support me, his mouth curling up into a satisfied, proud smile.
“That's what I get to see each time, Gorgeous,” he whispered, still looking at my reflection. “Do you see now why I can't get enough?”
~Cole~
As soon as Gemma's legs were able to support her well enough to walk again, I led her to the bed, letting her sit on the edge while she got her strength back. Watching her watch herself had been just as good as I'd expected. In fact, I'd gotten so caught up in it that I almost forgot about the scene we were playing, but I was ready to return to it as soon as she recovered.
“You can pretend all you want, Meg,” I said as I slipped out of my suit jacket. “You can pretend you're a duchess once you're married to him, but I'll always know the truth.”
“What truth?” Gemma’s eyes followed my hands as I loosened my tie.
“That you're just the same as any whore I can buy in town.” I pulled my tie off and set to work on my shirt buttons. “The only difference is that you'll be letting him fuck you for his title instead of his money.”
I could see the excitement flare up amongst the glazed submission in Gemma's eyes. It still turned her on to think about being paid for sex, as I thought it would. After all, that was the basis of our entire agreement, even if no actual money changed hands.
