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ear. “Neither have I. I don’t want to tie you to a bed or strap you to a cross. I want you to willingly want every single thing I plan to do to you. I want you to keep your hands behind your back because you want to.” Biting her earlobe, he then added, “And I want you to swallow because you love the fucking taste. Play with me, Rachel, so I can play with you.”
    Moving back to her mouth, Cole greedily followed her tongue with his as she licked her lips. She groaned and pushed her body forward. She wasn’t trying to dislodge him; she was trying to get closer.
    “How close are you?” he demanded, biting her slick lower lip as he rubbed himself against her. When no answer came, he released her and confessed, “You smell so fucking tempting. I can’t wait to get between your legs.”
    “Oh god.” Moaning, she closed her eyes.
    Squirming against him, she extricated a hand from between them and slid it down. Moving back a few inches, Cole let his gaze drop, and he cursed when he watched her pull the zipper on her skirt from the bottom up.
    She pushed her hand up under the leather and hissed as she obviously got her fingers where she wanted them. “Yes! I agree.”
    “Clarify.” He moved back in close to her, trapping her eager hands between them.
    She raised her other hand to his nipple and twisted the piercing.
    “Rachel,” he growled. With his hands still against the fucking wall, he glared down at her. Goddamn it.
    “Yes,” she keened.
    “Yes to what?”
    “Yes to my orgasm, and yes to whatever else you just said,” she agreed desperately. Closing her eyes, she began fucking her hand as she played with his nipple.
    Cole almost found the situation humorous as Rachel tipped her head back and came with a loud scream.
    Un-fucking-real. She is totally uninhibited, he thought . This is going to be fun.
    As her eyes opened, she focused on him, giving him a lazy self-satisfied smile. She released his now tender flesh with a condescending pat over his wolf tat on his chest.
    As though she had broken the orgasmic spell she had dragged him under, he softly asked in a menacing tone, “Satisfied?”
    She gave him a smug look. “Very.”
    Cole dropped his hands from the wall and pinned her to it with his stare. “Good. Now, it’s time to negotiate.”

“Negotiate?” Rachel asked, managing to push the word past the lump that had suddenly formed in her throat.
    Her eyes tracked Cole’s movements as he began to button his shirt from the top down.
    “Yes, negotiate. You didn’t think this was over, did you?” he inquired, gesturing between the two of them.
    Rachel didn’t know what to think as she stared at him, slack-jawed. All she could remember was his voice offering to do dirty, sexual things to her, and it was making her nerves start to tingle all over again.
    Is a possible second orgasm on the table? If so, count me in.
    “No, I can see that you’re starting to know me better than that. You see,” he informed in a voice that sounded far too calculating, “I never leave a negotiation until I get what I came for.”
    Rachel finally removed her hand from between her thighs as his perceptive eyes glanced down there.
    “Did it feel good?” Now that his shirt was in order, he took a step back toward her.
    “Well, it certainly wasn’t awful,” she told him in a caustic tone.
    Placing his left hand on the wall by her head, he raised his right hand to where she could see it. “I can make it feel even better. Let me touch you.”
    Rachel couldn’t control the shiver that racked her body.
    “I’m only asking you out of common courtesy. I figured I owed you that since your first agreement was given in the midst of an ear-blistering climax. So, what will it be, Rachel? Will you stick to your original decision? Or will you renege?”
    Rachel’s brain was screaming, Renege, renege, renege! That did not, however, have any impact on the way her thighs tightened as Cole bent his head and licked the shell of