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keeps rocking us together, stretching out my pleasure until I grip his biceps in a voiceless plea— enough. He stops, immediately, which kind of proves his point, and then he falls back, pulling me up his torso before sliding me onto my tummy.
    A dark thrill races through me as he mounts me from behind, but he doesn’t enter me again, he just jerks himself against my ass—and damn, but that’s hotter than I’d ever have imagined.
    With his free hand, he smooths over the bare skin in front of him, making me wet and achey all over again. “In time, beautiful. When this is all behind us. I’m going to fuck your ass and you’re going to love it.” He falls forward, bracing that hand beside my face, his breath coming hard and fast as he gets closer. His next words make me gasp, the rough delivery somehow perfect for the sweet secret. “It’ll be my first time. You’ll have to be gentle with me.”
    I’m still reeling as he comes on my back, his wet shaft slapping against my ass as he loses control at the end, and hot tears prick behind my eyelids.
    After he cleans me up, he rolls me into his chest, and he gives me a look that says, go on, ask .
    “That’s true? You haven’t done that with anyone else?”
    “Yeah.” He gives me almost a sheepish smile. “Still think of me as a bad boy?”
    I laugh weakly. “I gotta say, I’m surprised.”
    “It’s just never…” He trails off, shrugging.
    I squeeze him tight. “You’re right. It should be special, then.”
    I meant it genuinely, but this is such an absurd conversation, it sounds like I’m making fun a little, and maybe that’s a good thing, because Cole’s eyes are twinkling.
    “You haven’t either,” he says drily.
    “I know,” I whisper. “But everything about you feels like firsts for me.”
    He rolls on top of me, his face all serious and his brows drawn. “I could say the same thing. Maybe I should have. I’m not very good at this sharing stuff.”
    “What? No, that’s not…it’s fine.”
    “Don’t,” he says harshly. “Don’t excuse me. I owe it to you to share more.”
    I frown. “What?”
    He shakes his head and strokes my hair, weaving his fingers into the loose strands. “Nothing.”
    I’m learning not to push him when he says that. He’s been more than I ever expected. I can wait for him to open up in his own time.  
    So I change the subject. “Are you going to tell me what was on your mind when you came home?”
    He looks at me, then slowly tucks a loose lock of hair behind my ear. “You weren’t supposed to notice that I had anything on my mind.”
    I prop myself up on his chest, my hands under my chin. “So much for sharing more.” He gives me a pained expression and I raise my eyebrows. “Or are you all talk, no walk? What are you doing at work this week?”
    “Nothing I want you thinking about.”
    “Argh!” I poke him with my chin as I settle closer again. It doesn’t really upset me that he doesn’t want to share, but I can’t stop digging. “You think the case against Lively will fall apart?”
    “No…” he trails off and brushes my forehead with his lips, taking his time before adding more. “We suspect he’ll end up with a deal.”
    “Can I do something to prevent that from happening?”
    “We’re monitoring the situation for now. Collecting information, just in case. Nothing to worry about.”
    We talk for a few more minutes, then climb out of bed when his stomach growls.
    That night I don’t cry.
    But when I wake up sometime after midnight, I’m alone again. I curl myself around Cole’s pillow and fight against the rising panic.
    He’ll be back when I wake up .

—seven—  

    Cole

    Over breakfast the next morning, Hailey informs me she’s going shopping. “I assume you’ll want me to take a bodyguard with me?” she asks, archly.
    I laugh as I look at her over my coffee cup. “Too much of a princess move?”
    She sighs. “No. Not if it’s smart. Can it be