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Cole released her arms, took a step back, and then walked around her. He was impressed when she didn’t turn her head to follow his movements. In fact, he was pretty much impressed with everything she had done, including her ability to still be standing and breathing after the orgasm he had just given her.

He was so unbelievably hard right now that he had to take this moment to calm the hell down. She was standing on his cream rug in her black heels, stockings, and corset with no panties in sight, and she looked damn inspiring.

When he was standing behind her, he stepped forward and gripped the ends of the bow tied at the sway of her back on her corset.

“So, with the original agreement up for discussion, I would like to petition to now use both of my hands. Come on, Rachel, you know you want me to, so just say the word.”

He tugged the laces free as he worked his way up the back of her top. When she glanced over her shoulder, Cole made sure his eyes met with hers.

“Do I get to make a demand of my own?”

Cole arched a brow. “Well, that’s not usually how I work, but I’m feeling generous tonight.”

“Oh, how kind of you,” she muttered.

When he finally reached the top of the corset, he separated and removed it before dropping it onto the trunk. He fingered the top of the tattoo at the base of her neck and stroked his way over the repeated Chinese symbols down her spine. He was familiar with the characters, and he read each mark as his finger passed over it.
Pride, Strength, Hope, Love
. They repeated down her back, like a mantra. He also noticed a verse in script along her rib cage, but he couldn’t make out the words from where he was currently standing.

“I’m not being kind, Rachel. I just figured the more lenient I am tonight, the more likely you will stay.” Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to her right shoulder. “You know what I want—both hands, your free will, and you with me for a week. Can I have that?”

His tongue came out to flirt with her skin. He dragged it seductively along her shoulder to her neck while still stroking his finger up and down her spine. “Will you give me that? Will you swallow your pride, show me your strength, and find the hope that this person took away from you?”

Her spine stiffened under his fingers. “With you?”

“Maybe, but for now, all I’m asking is that you let me prove to you that not all men are like him, that
I
am not like him.” Cole took a deep breath just behind her right ear. “Turn around.”

She held her head high and proud as she turned to look directly at him, letting him know she didn’t care in the least that she was standing before him completely naked, save for her heels, stockings, and the black ribbon around her neck.

Cole made sure to keep his eyes on hers even though his whole body was screaming at him to look down
. Look down and see the rest of what you have uncovered!

“My final negotiation is this: You with me every night this week and every morning when I wake up. I get to touch you with
all
of my body, no restrictions.”

He saw her sway a little, and he wondered if she even realized she did it. As her eyes dilated, it was obvious how turned on she was, and the thought of being with him in that way was pressing a button she didn’t even seem to recognize.

“What do I get?” she finally asked.

Cole wrapped an arm around her waist so fast that she didn’t even see it coming. Tugging her body forward toward his, he made sure to press every hard inch of himself up against her as he leaned her slightly back and loomed down over her. “You get ten seconds to ask for two things, and then you get me.”

Rachel felt her pussy clench as she stared into eyes that had flashed to fire. He was incredible as he hovered over her. She could tell he was wound tight because his cock was pulsating against her body, like a second heartbeat.

Everything he’d said and done to her had been designed to drive her out of her mind, and it had worked. As she stood there, wrapped in his strong arms, she found it difficult to think, let alone think of two things to ask for.

“So, what will it be, Rachel?”

Rachel squirmed against his clothing, enjoying the feel of her flesh rubbing against the material. Finally, she came up with something she wanted more than anything at this moment. “I want you to take off your shirt and pants.”

She watched as an expression close to triumph crossed Cole’s features.

Ever the lawyer, he clarified, “So, that’s a yes then?”

Rachel nodded. “I said yes before, but to be crystal clear now, yes, I accept.”

“Done,” he agreed, sealing her fate. Releasing his hold around her waist, he told her, “Go and lie down on my bed. I’ll be right there.”

Rachel took a deep breath and went to move past him, but then his hand shot out to grip her arm. Glancing down, she saw a glimpse of writing on his forearm before he drew her attention back to his face.

“Leave on your stockings. I want to take them off.”

Stepping around him, she made her way over to the large bed and crawled up onto the cream duvet. As she went to lie in the center, she removed the tie from her hair and fluffed it out around her.

Turning on her knees, she noticed he hadn’t moved at all. His back facing her, he was still standing at the foot of the bed where she had left him. Placing a pillow behind her head, she tried to remind herself to breathe as she reclined, but somehow, the message was not getting to her brain. Her heart started to beat erratically as she watched his large shoulders shifting slightly.

What the hell is he waiting for?

Her question was answered almost as soon as she thought it. Cole shrugged and let his black shirt fall down off his back and arms, revealing one of the most elaborate tattoos Rachel had ever seen. In the center of his shoulder blades was a circular but jagged pattern with intricate details. From where she was lying, Rachel couldn’t quite make out what exactly it was, but she thought it looked like several pitchforks or tridents. They were all joined in the center by what looked like a cog, and woven around it was what she thought could be rope.

Now, that has to tell a story of some sort.
Rachel found herself anxious to hear it.
Holy shit, this guy is one surprise after another,
she thought, squeezing her thighs together.

He seemed to be cracking his neck while he stretched it from side to side, and Rachel kept her eyes fixed on him as he dropped the shirt onto the trunk. She really wanted a closer look at his ink, but she didn’t dare move. Quite honestly, she didn’t think she could if she wanted to.

Once again, she caught a flash of the writing on his arm. It looked like it was in another language, and she was dying to ask him what it said. It was probably something stuffy, like
I know everything, just ask me
. At that thought, Rachel let out a small giggle.

He looked over his shoulder, and as soon as their eyes locked, her mirth disappeared, complete and utter lust replacing it. He let his eyes finally trail down over her breasts, taut stomach, and navel ring until she felt it land between her thighs, which were currently squeezed tight together.

Raising his eyes back to hers, he turned fully, and she caught a glimpse of another bold black ink design on the right side of his ribs. She couldn’t tell what it was, but as he started to unbuckle his belt, she didn’t think much beyond that.

“Why are your legs squeezed so tightly together? It’s going to be difficult for me to get between them if you have them shut like a vise.”

Of their own volition, Rachel’s thighs parted until she knew he was getting a perfect view of her piercing and the moisture made evident from her desire.

“Hmm, that’s much better. Whenever you are waiting for me, always wait as though I’m above you and about to slide inside you. Always be ready for me.”

Rachel felt her breath catch in her throat, and she realized then that she didn’t stand a chance in hell of resisting all that was Cole.

Rachel was looking at him like she was going to come just from seeing him undress. He liked that, but he had other plans in mind, and just in case she had any ideas, he made himself perfectly clear.

“For the next week, you don’t touch yourself unless I ask you to. Your orgasms, keep them all for me.” He pulled the belt from its loops, and when she didn’t respond, he pushed. “Got that?”

She nodded, seemingly at a loss for words, as he toed off his shoes and began undoing his pants. Cole finally pushed them off his body, revealing a pair of black Calvin Klein boxers. Meticulous as ever, he bent down to pick up the pants, and then he placed them on the trunk.

Removing his socks, he threw them on top of the pile before walking around to the side of the bed. Pressing one knee down on the mattress, he climbed up onto it, moving to the foot of the plush bedspread. When he got to her feet, he kneeled between her ankles and looked up her body
.

Fucking hell, her breasts are perfection,
he thought as he continued raising his eyes until blue met hazel
.
Trying to stay on track, he chose not to comment.

“Give me your left foot,” he demanded.

She raised her foot to him, and he placed it against his shoulder. He noticed she couldn’t tear her eyes from his as he reached forward and rolled the stocking down her thigh, over her knee, and off her calf and ankle. He tossed the silk behind him as he placed her foot back down on the bed. He didn’t even have to request the second foot. Rachel automatically raised it, and he repeated the move. When he was done, she was completely naked, except for that pretty ribbon around her neck.

Through a choppy breath, she asked, “What about you? You didn’t meet my requirements.”

He raised his right arm to push his fingers through his hair. “Yes, I did.”

Rachel seemed to think about that, but she couldn’t stop herself from arguing. “No, you didn’t.”

Ahh, brave and daring. That will get her into trouble every time.

Rachel shook her head, thinking back to their conversation.
I asked him to remove his shirt and
—

Her thought was interrupted as two large hands suddenly gripped her ankles, hauling her down the mattress. Her eyes automatically focused on the large frame now moving down over her. Fitting his hips in tight against hers, Cole pushed hard as he placed both palms on each side of her head.

“You asked me to remove my shirt and pants,” he reminded her.

Rachel was trying to remember how to string a sentence together with so much of him around and over her. All she could manage to say was, “You cheated.”

The feral smile he gave her sent a thrill directly to her clit as he rocked his hips against her naked flesh.

“I never cheat, Rachel, but I do pay attention to the details.”

Raising her hands, she gripped his biceps as he continued to rock his hard-on against her.

“So, this is it?”

Cole leaned his head down to her ear and bit the lobe. “Why so impatient? Isn’t the wait half the fun? Just think how good it will be when I’m finally deep, deep inside you.”

Rachel raised her hips up, chasing every thrust of his. “So, you’re a tease then?”