would feed off for his own. Come next Monday,
she wouldn’t want to return to her father’s house. And suddenly, he
didn’t want her to. He wanted to keep her, to find out what made her
tick, to get under her skin and make her melt like putty in his hands.
Right now, what he most wanted was to fuck her unconscious and then
take her again.
His fisted his hands at his sides, his cock near exploding. He’d take
her soon enough. Again and again, until all she could think about was
him filling her pussy.
Brianna luxuriated in the huge whirlpool tub, letting the powerful
jets soothe her tired muscles. Today had been a day from hell. She felt
like she was caught in a dream—except her tub at home had never made
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her feel this good. She wondered what Scottie was doing right now and
about the offer Cole had put on the table.
Her brain shifted back and forth. How did she get out of this
predicament, but then, did she really want to? She sighed, thinking
about the things Cole had promised with his mouth, hands and eyes.
She didn’t relish becoming one of his many conquests, but
remembering the earlier earth-shattering orgasm he’d given her had her
thinking. Who in their right mind would give up an opportunity to make
love to the gorgeous man? Despite all the rumors she’d heard about him.
If he could truly help her keep Scottie safe from her father, why would a
little sex matter? It was the part about giving herself completely to him
that had her worried.
Her nipples hardened as she pictured herself tied up, at his mercy.
Brianna slid a hand down her slick, water-heated body and settled on
the tight little nub nestled in her pubic hair. She sighed with
contentment as her middle finger circled her clit and she relaxed deeper
into the tub, letting the water swirl and bubble around her chin.
She imagined Cole behind her, his arms encircling her, his hands
gliding over body. With a finger and thumb, she teased a nipple, pinching
and rolling it, adding to the building sensations.
Her back arched as his finger slid deep inside her pussy, drawing out
her cream. In minutes, she was near the brink and vaguely aware of the
water sloshing out to splash on the shiny, marble floor. A scream
shattered the humid air of the bedroom-sized bathroom. Dimly, Brianna
realized she was the one making all the noise.
The door flew open and smacked against the wall behind it. Brianna
yelped, surprised by the sudden intrusion. Instinct had her submerging
beneath the water in mortification.
She hadn’t taken a good breath, and her already unhealthy lungs
could no longer support her without any air. She came back up, breaking
the surface of the water and blowing off the bubbles gathered on her
nose.
“Are you all right, miss? Shall I go get Master Cole?”
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“No,” Brianna sputtered. Having him see her like this would be the
ultimate in humiliation. “I’m fine.”
The maid placed a hand over her heart. “Phew. I brought in a tray of
goodies. Cole said you might be hungry after your ordeal this morning.”
She fairly danced as she went about tidying the bathroom and
mopping the flooded floor with a towel, uncaring about the naked woman
in her “Master’s” tub.
“You scared me with all that screaming. Cole told us you have real
bad asthma and that we should keep an eye on you.”
If I were having an attack, I wouldn’t be able to scream, lady . She
hated feeling like she was being treated with kid gloves. First Cole and
now his staff. No, she realized. She wasn’t being fair. They were
concerned about her, that’s all.
Better warn the maid off before Cole fired the poor girl for spending
too much time with her. It was hard to tell someone to get lost when you
were naked and just barely covered in quickly popping bubbles. She
cleared her throat, ready to send the giddy young woman away, when
Cole burst through the door.
“What happened?” he