Grinning at me, he gestures to the window. “Nice view,” he says.
“Yes, it is,” I say seductively, staring at his handsome face. He is surprised by my tone, but the penny drops, and he smirks at the compliment.
“To what do I owe the surprise visit?” I ask.
“I was in the neighborhood,” he shrugs. “Was curious to see Liv HQ.” He chuckles. “Your assistant is quite the guard dog. Good thing he saw our photo on social media or I’d have been kicked to the curb.”
“And what do you think?” I prompt, with a small laugh.
“It’s quite impressive, but then everything about you is impressive.”
I walk over to him and then tilt my head up for a kiss. He obliges me, softly at first, but then it gets more heated. Teasing me, he again runs his tongue over my top teeth. I pull back and stare pensively into his guarded blue eyes. I open my mouth to ask the inevitable question when Devon barges in, interrupting us. We jump apart, relief etched on Cole’s face.
“Okay, then,” Devon says sarcastically. “I’ll just come back.”
“No!” I say a bit too loudly.
He raises an eyebrow at me. “Okay, well, we really need to discuss the Harper project,” he says.
“Yes, sure, no problem,” I ramble. “Cole, will you wait?”
“Actually, I have a meeting to get to. I just wanted to stop by to see you,” he says.
I nod. “Okay. I’ll see you later then, at home?”
“Yes, my love,” he whispers as he bends down to kiss me goodbye.
“Devon,” he nods as he strides past.
Devon nods back and I roll my eyes.
“What was all that about?” he inquires.
“I really don’t know,” I say truthfully. Suddenly, I’m exhausted with all of this, so I flop ungracefully into my chair.
T he atmosphere is tense later that night. I just can’t take it anymore and say so. Cole grimaces at my tone but agrees to step into my office to talk.
“Cole, I’m just going to come out with this. You keep teasing me and it’s driving me crazy. Do you want me to bite you?”
There, I’ve said it: Ball. Court. Him.
He doesn’t look surprised by the question, more thoughtful, really. “Do you want to bite me?” he asks after what seems like hours.
“Yes,” I reply bluntly
“Then, I want you to,” he answers slowly.
Relief floods over me and I let out my breath.
I grin at him. “Okay, then.”
He grins back. “Okay, then,” he says. He looks around the office before asking, “Now?”
I giggle. “No, not here. Later, in bed,” I decide.
His eyes cloud over with lust and anticipation. “Going to make me wait?”
“It’ll be better then,” I say softly, hearing his breath catch in his throat.