Chapter 204: Cole

Cole tried to leave.

She fixed her pants with unsteady hands, smoothed her top, and stepped toward the study door without looking at him.

Her breathing was still uneven. The flush on her neck had not faded. When her fingers closed around the handle, Liam's hand settled over hers.

"You're not walking out yet." Cole's shoulders tensed. "I need to get back to"

"No."

He turned her around. She didn't fight the

motion, but her eyes were sharp again, the brief crack in her control already trying to seal itself.

Liam backed her against the door, one hand planted beside her head, the other resting at her waist.

Up close she still smelled like the heat of what had just happened skin, arousal, the faint trace of her own orgasm still lingering in the air between them.

"This was a mistake," she said.

"You came on my fingers."Her jaw tightened. "That doesn't mean"

He kissed her.

Cole resisted for half a second, mouth firm, body rigid. Then she made a low, frustrated sound and kissed him back harder than before.

Her hands fisted in his shirt. Liam pressed her firmly against the door, thigh sliding between hers, and she rocked against it before she could stop herself.

The friction dragged a shaky, broken breath out of her throat. He did it again, slower, and her hips followed the pressure like her body had already stopped asking her permission.

He pulled her away from the door and walked her backward until her legs hit the couch. Cole went down onto it with a soft, startled sound.

He followed, bracing over her, and shoved her top up again. This time he didn't stop at her bra he unhooked it and pulled everything off in one motion.

Her breasts spilled free, nipples still tight and sensitive from earlier. The cool air of the study made them tighten further.

Liam closed his mouth over one.

Cole arched, a broken sound leaving her as he sucked hard, then bit down just enough to make her gasp.

His hand worked the other breast, squeezing, pinching, rolling the nipple until she was squirming under him.

When he switched sides, her fingers tangled in his hair and held him there, caught between pulling him closer and the last stubborn urge to push him away.

"Liam"

"Quiet."He kissed down her stomach, slow and deliberate, feeling every tremor that ran through her.

He hooked his fingers in her pants and underwear and dragged them off together. Cole's breath caught as cool air hit her bare skin.

She was still glistening from the orgasm he'd already given her, her folds slick and flushed.

Liam pushed her thighs apart and looked down at her for a long moment, taking in the evidence of how thoroughly her body had already betrayed her.

Then he lowered his head and dragged his tongue up the length of her pussy.

Cole's whole body jerked.

"Oh my god"

He licked her slowly at first, broad strokes through her folds, tasting her, then focused on her clit, sucking it between his lips while two fingers slid back inside her.

Cole's hips lifted off the couch. Her hands scrambled for purchase one in his hair, one gripping the cushion hard enough to turn her knuckles pale.

The wet sound of his mouth on her filled the quiet study, soft and filthy and constant.

"Wait it's too" He didn't wait.

He ate her like he had all night, tongue relentless, fingers curling against the front wall of her cunt with every stroke.

Cole's thighs trembled on either side of his head. She tried to stay quiet and failed completely every suck on her clit pulled another raw, unwilling moan out of her.

The sounds grew higher, more broken, as he worked her without mercy. When he added a third finger she cried out, back arching hard off the cushions.

"I'm going to again" He sucked harder, fingers driving deeper.

Cole came with a choked scream, thighs clamping around his head, pussy pulsing against his mouth in strong, rhythmic waves. Clear fluid slicked his lips and chin.

He licked her through it until she was twitching and trying to close her legs, oversensitive and shaking, then finally pulled back.

Cole lay wrecked on the couch top gone, pants gone, chest heaving, eyes unfocused. Her pussy was flushed and shiny, still fluttering with aftershocks.

A thin sheen of sweat had formed between her breasts. She looked like she couldn't believe what her body had just done a second time.

Liam wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stood. Cole's gaze dropped to the obvious hard line of his cock against his pants.

Something complicated moved through her expression heat, resistance, resignation, and underneath it all a reluctant, helpless want she could no longer fully hide.

"You're not done," she said. It wasn't a question.

"No."

He popped the button on his pants and freed himself. Cole's eyes widened slightly at the sight of him thick, hard, already wet at the tip. He stroked himself once, slow, watching her face as she tracked the movement.

"Open your mouth."

For a second it looked like she might refuse. The last piece of her control flickered across her eyes.

Then she pushed herself up on her elbows, hesitated one last time, and opened her lips.

Liam guided his cock into her mouth.

Cole made a soft, startled sound around him as he pushed deeper.

Her tongue was hot, uncertain at first, then more deliberate as he began to move.

He kept one hand in her hair, not forcing, just holding, and fucked her mouth in steady strokes. Spit quickly slicked his shaft and gathered at the corners of her lips.

Cole's eyes watered when he pressed deeper, the head of his cock pushing toward her throat, but she didn't pull off.

"That's it," he muttered. "Take it."

He thrust a little harder. Cole gagged softly, spit running down her chin in a thin strand, but her hands came up to his thighs and stayed there not pushing him away, just holding on.

The wet, filthy sound of her mouth working him filled the room. Liam's grip in her hair tightened as the heat built at the base of his spine.

He watched her take him, watched the way her lashes fluttered, watched the last of her resistance dissolve into something messier and more honest.

He pulled out before he went too far. Cole gasped for air, lips swollen and shiny, chin wet, staring up at him with glassy eyes.

A thin string of spit connected her lower lip to the head of his cock for a second before it broke. She looked thoroughly used and still not finished.

Liam leaned down, brushed his thumb across her lower lip, and spoke quietly.

"This is only the second time you've broken tonight."

Cole's breathing was ragged. She didn't look away. The sharp, precise woman who had walked into his study with a folder and an access card was gone.

What remained was flushed, trembling, and waiting."And you're going to break again before I'm done with you."

He kissed her once deep, tasting himself on her tongue and she kissed him back without resistance, without calculation, her body still trembling against his. Then he straightened and pulled her up off the couch.

"Bedroom," he said. "Now."

Cole's legs were unsteady. For a moment she simply stood there, naked from the waist down, top discarded on the floor, body marked by his mouth and his hands.

The last of her resistance flickered across her face… and then died.She nodded once.

And followed him out of the study.