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Walking over to my vanity, I smile as I take in my straight hair and make-up. It’s been a while since I’ve gone all out. Even for my date with Greg, I barely remembered to throw a dress on. I put my diamond earrings in, pausing when I reach for my wedding band. I rub at the bare finger. It would be odd not to have it on, but it’s something I need to get used to. I know Cole would never ask me to do that, and I hadn’t thought twice about wearing it with Greg, but it almost seems disrespectful to wear it with Cole, not only to my husband but to him as well. I can no longer deny that I definitely feel some type of way for Cole, even if I don’t want to.
“Olivia?” he calls from downstairs, and nerves flutter in my stomach.
“Upstairs!” I shout back, hurrying to finish some touch-ups of my make-up.
The handsome man appearing in my doorway has me inhaling sharply at the bouquet of roses in his hands. The gesture has my vision blurring, but I blink away the excess water before it can turn into tears. He gives me a half smile, a blush tinting his cheeks.
I look back down to my littered vanity counter. “What?”
“You’re just so gorgeous.”
Rolling my eyes as I glance back at him through the mirror, I finish off my look with tinted chapstick and step back to admire my entire outfit. Cole sets the roses down on the vanity as he moves behind me. He swipes my hair off one shoulder, kissing my neck as his hands rest on my waist.
“Do you not believe me, Mrs. Matthews?” His whisper is soft but taunting as he continues to trail kisses on my skin.
“Olivia…” I gasp back when his bare hands slip under the sweater, one slipping to the waistband of my jeans and the other pushing my bra cup up so it can palm my breast.
He hums, his finger pinching at my nipple, and I jerk, unprepared for the jolt of how sensitive they are. “I like the sound of Mrs. Matthews. I think when we get married, I’ll take your name.”
His heated gaze locks with mine through the mirror, no humor reflecting back, and I knew he was serious. My mouth falls open when his fingers slide into my panties, running across my wet folds.
“Cole…” I couldn’t comprehend exactly what his statement meant when his hands were on me. I always lost any coherent thought when he was touching me.
He nips at my neck. “Watch me make you come. See how I see you. How beautiful it is when your cheeks turn pink when you’re all flustered, how your eyes widen right before you come, how you bite this perfect bottom lip as you clench around me.”
Cole pushes a finger into my pussy, and I gasp. I should have just waited to get dressed until he showed up because I’ve gotten to a point where I’ll fuck Cole any time he wants.
He pumps in and out of me, his hand still rolling my nipple between his fingers. His tongue runs up till he sucks on the lobe of my ear. I shudder, clenching down onto his finger, and my pussy gushes.
“I didn’t know that was a spot for me,” I pant when he does it again. He smirks, our eyes not straying from each other.
He fills me with another finger, the heel of his hand pressing down my clit with each thrust. Arousal twists in my stomach, I want more. I need more. I tilt my hips, causing the hard bulge of his cock to grind against my ass.
“You fit in my arms so perfectly,” he groans, kneading my breast. “Perfect height to fill you with my fingers. Or if I could you over and pound you with my cock.”
“Please,” I beg, and he shakes his head.
He fucks me with his fingers harder, his ragged breaths loud in my ear as he rocks his hips with each thrust.
“When we get home, baby. I’ll fuck you all night,” his husky voice rasping in my ear pushes me over the edge. I cry out as I come, and Cole curses, stilling as my pussy clamps down on his fingers. He pulls my bra down as he moves his hand out from my sweater to my hair, twisting my head to the side and crashing his mouth to mine.
He kisses me as I come down from the orgasmic high, licking up my gasps with each movement of his palm against my sensitive clit. When he finally removes his hand from my jeans, he sucks glistening fingers into his mouth.
My pussy clenches at the action, dying to be filled again. I fiddle with the button of his jeans before he laughs, grabbing my wrist.
“We gotta go, baby. I plan to have you awake for a long time later.” He wipes his fingers on his jeans before grabbing the flowers and winking at me as he leaves me in my room.
I take less than a minute to fix my clothes and run my fingers through my hair. Taking the stairs quickly, I find him leaning against the kitchen counter, staring at the bouquet with an unreadable expression.
“What?” I ask, curious what he is thinking about.
He shakes his head. “You can’t get mad.”
I narrow my eyes as I grab the roses from him to put them away, just now admiring the dark jeans and plain black henley he’s wearing. I’m fairly certain they were clothes that Jensen and I had given him last Christmas. He probably hasn’t done it intentionally, but I like him wearing something I picked out.
“I was thinking about how I got to avoid the awkward first date photos that moms take because… well, I’m going out with the only woman who would care to do that.”
Shutting off the water when the vase is half full, I unwrap the flowers and swallow down the lump that has formed in my throat. I know Cole was joking about what he said, but the statement makes me incredibly sad and guilty at the same time. I keep my focus on the roses as I finish placing them in the vase and set them on the dining table.
