Tangled in Tinsel (Holidates #1)(12)

I can feel it…his attack. And butterflies aren’t an adequate description of what’s happening inside.

So in one whole continuous thought ramble, I add, “But you’re still a client, and I think we’ve had a lot to drink. And these are weird circumstances. Maybe we should just go to bed and forget this ever happened—”

“You’re fired,” he growls, cutting me off before his mouth slams over mine.

Oh my god.

I’m stunned, suspended in time, as his fingers weave through wet hair on either side of my head. But my surprise only lasts a millisecond because I’m already melting into him, welcoming the warm intrusion of his tongue.

He’s kissing me hungrily without permission. Tongues dancing, our lips gliding and sucking over the others. It’s what I’d imagine being pulled under a wave would feel like—engulfed, caught up, spinning at the mercy of something you can’t control.

Cole’s devouring my mouth. Staking his claim. Owning me in every way.

I’ve never been kissed like this.

He’s taking from me, and I’m more than happy to give myself over.

My palms are on his chest, feeling the hard muscle underneath, my body arching toward him. Quiet whimpers vibrate against our lips with every shift of our heads because I want more.

But just as I start to wrap my arms around his neck, Cole pulls away, leaving me breathless. My lips follow as my eyes open, staring hazily back at his. He dips his head forward again, tongue darting out, barely licking my top lip.

I’m the perfect supplicant waiting for more the moment he retreats. He does it again, speaking gravelly words against my mouth.

“What do you say, baby?”

Without a moment’s breath, I whisper, “Please.”

Cole freezes. Silent, staring down at me. He delicately brushes my hair behind my ears, looking down with approval before his hand travels to my throat, keeping my face on his as he pins me in place.

I swallow, feeling his hand tighten over the motion. I’m at his mercy.

He leans down, brushing a feather of a kiss over my already swollen lips.

“I knew the day we met that you’d be a—Good. Fucking. Girl.”

Holy fuck. My eyes almost roll into the back of my head. His hand drops before he takes a step back, then another, eyes locked on mine.

“Tonight, you only moan my name. You understand me?”

I’m standing still as a statue. My body is overheated, full of desire, wanting to please him. To be pleased by him. And more than happy to abide by the rules. So I nod, but he winks and then turns around.

“Wait,” I rush out. “You’re not staying?”

Cole looks over his shoulder and smirks. “Not tonight, but Samantha…this means game fucking on.”

He walks right back out the way he came. Except I’m the only one who actually came.

And after that encounter, I’m going to do it again.





four





“My kind of present.”





cole


The door closes behind me with a click as I reach down and adjust my cock. Fuck. I was so close to pinning Samantha on the bed and eating her pussy until she begged me to let her come.

But that’s not my role. Yet.

That yet has been eating at me for months.

Back to when Alec told us he’d seen her at a sex club and thought she’d be interested in our…kink.

A kink that’s all about worshipping, fucking, and making women turn to putty…together.

Before this weekend, we’d planned to invite her to our annual New Year’s Eve party and feel her out. Easy, natural, organic. If she was on board, then we’d take her back to our room and give her the night of her life. Everyone wins.

But now…between Mother Nature, all the fucking flirting, then hearing her moan my goddamn name, I’m done waiting. I want her naked in this fucking living room, spread wide for me to lick and fuck as I please.

Her words bounce around my thoughts as I turn the corner from the hall back into the living room.

Tell me I’m a good girl.

I’ll tell you, baby. When I’ve pinned you down for Alec to rail. Oh, fuck me.

Three sets of eyes are instantly glued to me.

“What’s with the look on your face?” Alec levels. “Did something happen?”

Fuck you for being so observant. And fuck me for having a chubby.

I shake my head before shrugging him off, walking toward the bar to make another drink. They’ll be pissed when I tell them I made an executive decision to change course because the when-to-approach is the only thing we’re ever equal votes on.

But if they heard what I heard. And saw what I saw.

“Bullshit,” Alec presses. “Why the fuck is the front of your shirt damp?”

Shit.

Jace chuckles before throwing back his whiskey. But Reed lolls his head back on the couch, grabbing his dick.

“Asshole. You got there first. You crossed the line.” He looks at Alec, shaking his head. “There’s no denying it. I can almost smell her on him.” He looks back at me. “Admit it, you dirty fuck. You couldn’t keep your dick in check.”

Rule number one: Never cross a line with a girl until you know she’s on board. It muddies the waters.