Page 61 of Cole's Command

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Page 61 of Cole's Command

“Noted.” He nodded, reaching for her jaw and stroking her skin. “But now I need you to quiet those thoughts and focus on me.”

“Okay.” I can do that. Her gaze drank in his honed obliques. It’s not such a hardship.

“Stay there.” Pointing his finger in her direction, he smirked as he walked to a nearby cabinet.

“Stay?” She followed him with her gaze. “You talk like I’m a dog, sir.”

“Really?” He shot her an amused expression. “Imagine that.”

“Yeah.” Falling back to her haunches, Eden realized she was imagining. She’d managed to get this far in her life without even considering kinky sex and yet waiting on her knees, she couldn’t shake the thoughts consuming her.

An image of her collared and leashed appeared in her mind, the picture goading her already throbbing clit.

Why? Skimming her fingernails across the deep pile carpet, she acknowledged the heat pooling at her face. Why is this so fucking hot?

“I don’t know, little girl.”

She jumped at his sudden proximity. Cole had managed to cross the floor back to her without Eden even hearing his approach.

“Why don’t you tell me why?”

“I don’t know why, sir.” She wished she could push the mental image away, but it seemed to be seared into her psyche for all time.

“Wow.” His brow rose as he presumably enjoyed the vision. “I did not expect that fantasy from you, Eden.”

“No.” Palms rising to her face, she yearned to conceal her embarrassment. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Hey.” Crouching before her, his expression was serious as his gaze met hers. “There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re just finally allowing yourself to play with your sexuality.” His green eyes twinkled. “And there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“I guess.” She sniffed, perturbed by her sudden emotions.

“I know.” He tugged her hands from her cheeks. “Do you still trust me to show you?”

“Yes, sir.”

She couldn’t help but smile. His face was so youthful, yet he spoke with such maturity.

“Good.” Leaning closer, he rested his forehead against hers. “I’m going to make you come so hard, little girl.”

The muscles at the apex of her legs all contracted at the same time, her breath catching at his sensual promise. No one had ever vowed to deliver such pleasure before. Hell, she’d barely even mastered self-pleasure. As the realization settled over her, he was gone. When he rose to his full height, she noticed the black ropes hanging from his hands for the first time.

“You look beautiful.” His praise washed over her. “But there are too many clothes.”

“T-too many?”

“I’m afraid so.” His tone was sardonic. “I’d like you to strip.”

Strip. The word pinballed around her head. She struggled to imagine herself taking her clothes off in front of him.

“Need me to help?” His smile widened.

“No, I...” Why is this so difficult? “I mean, I can’t strip from here.” She gestured to her place on the floor.

“Then stand.” He thrust out his palm, and as she took it, the full weight of his stare speared her.

“I don’t do this sort of thing,” she murmured, reaching around her waist and unfastening her skirt. Her pulse quickened when it pooled at her feet. What would my dad say?

“You’re doing fine.” The smooth timbre of his voice was oddly reassuring, inspiring her to reach for the top button of her blouse.




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