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“We’ll figure it out. Together,” he whispers. “I got you.”

Fresh tears prick my eyes the longer I look at him because despite the overwhelming prick of failure that bites at my insides, Cole is the first man to ever truly mean it when he tells me that he’s got me. And I wholeheartedly believe and trust him.

“No tears, baby,” he rasps, wiping his thumb beneath my eye, collecting the tear that broke free. His lips quirk up in a smile, and it melts away the ickiness in my belly.

I sniffle, managing a smile, and he leans closer, resting his forehead against mine, the look in his eyes turning a shade darker, causing my heart to skitter.

“I need to take a shower,” he murmurs softly, grazing his lips with mine and coaxing a kiss out of me.

His hands move from my waist, following the curve of my ass before linking around my thighs. And before I know it, I’m being lifted off my feet, legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

“And you’re comin’ with me, darlin’,” he gruffs against my mouth, turning us and walking through to the bathroom.

CHAPTER 39

COLE

It’s not that I’m trying to use sex to take Clara’s mind off everything, but I also kinda am. I wanna love on her right now because I need her to know that I’ve always got her. But the fact that I’m partly responsible for her losing her job—fully responsible since I’m the one who called Bruce to tell him to lay her off for the foreseeable future, until I know she’s safe to go back there—and having her move out of my house where I know she and the kids were starting to only just feel comfortable, I hate that she feels so lost and defeated. So, yeah, right now, I want to help take her mind off everything. Plus, I just want to be with her. If I’m honest, I think I might be addicted. Sure beats nicotine gum.

The bathroom is tiny, but not as small as the one at my house so I can at least carry Clara in and turn, easing her onto the small counter. Kissing her, I pepper my lips across her cheek, along her jaw and down her neck, stopping at her sweet spot and licking it teasingly, grinning when she tilts her head to the side, granting me better access.

“Oh god.” Clara sighs, stifling her moan.

“You can be as loud as you want, baby,” I murmur against her soft skin. “Ain’t no one gonna hear you ’round here.”

Clara’s fingers knit through my hair, tugging on the longer lengths and urging me closer. I drag my teeth over the spot, sucking and licking until she’s writhing on the edge of the counter, her pussy grinding needily against me.

I force myself away, watching her heatedly, taking note of the way her tits heave with heavy breaths, the flush of pink that’s creeping up over her chest and onto her cheeks. Fuck, she’s a sight.

Pushing the shower curtain aside, I make quick work of turning on the water, allowing it to heat up and going straight back to my girl. I nestle in between her soft thighs, nipping at her pouty lips before pulling back just enough to tug my T-shirt up over my head. She licks her lips, taking in my bare chest, and I tamp down my shit-eating grin, looping my fingers into the hem of her tank top and lifting it up, tossing it to the floor.

“So fuckin’ perfect,” I utter, allowing my gaze to drift down to her pretty tits, to where her nipples are staining through the basic cotton of her bra. Reaching around her, I unfasten the clip and duck down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her shoulder as I push the straps down her arms.

“Fuck… these tits,” I grit out, staring unabashed, my mouth watering at the sight of the pretty pink nipples pebbled and begging for my tongue. I palm them, pushing them together and looking into Clara’s eyes as I duck down and lick a nipple, sucking it into my mouth, and then the other, alternating between the two like a man possessed.

“Shit, Cole,” Clara cries out and I see her hand move between her legs.

“Uh-uh.” I playfully swat her hand away, grinning around her nipple when her eyes flare with a flash of betrayal. I drop my hand, cupping her pussy through her shorts and groaning at just how fucking warm she is. “Mine,” I mutter.

Clara whimpers and the sound goes straight to my dick, the big guy fightin’ to keep his cool. I lift back up, kissing her lips and, with a grin, I snap the button on her jean shorts. She sucks in a shuddering breath when I drop down to my knees in front of her, her eyes going wide.

“I’m fuckin’ hungry,” I tell her with a grin.

She lifts up enough for me to tug her shorts and underwear down, and I push her knees apart, getting a good look at her. She’s fucking soaked, her pussy glistening with arousal, and with a kiss to the inside of her thigh, I look up at her as I lick my tongue closer and closer.

“You ready for my tongue, baby?” I murmur against her slick center, my eyes rolling back at her mouthwatering scent.

“Yes,” she squeaks, gripping the edge of the counter so tight her knuckles are stretched white.

I lick a slow, teasing stripe up her slit, my tongue pushing between her pussy lips and lapping at her clit, giving it a little suck.

“Shit!” she cries out, fingers tearing at my hair, her head falling back and hitting the mirror.

I don’t let up, flicking her clit over and over while staring up at her. She’s so fuckin’ beautiful and I’m obsessed with how responsive she is. She’s already so close, I can tell by the way her thighs quiver, the way her whole body quakes. Replacing my tongue with my thumb, I rub circles over her clit, sitting back on my haunches and gazing up at her, her eyes flaring as I stick my two middle fingers into my mouth, coating them with saliva and getting them all nice and wet.

Moving in again, I lay my tongue flat and lap at her clit, easing my fingers inside of her slowly. She sucks in a breath, her back arching, thighs spreading further apart with every inch.

“Ohmygod,” she grits out when I’m knuckles deep.