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God, is there anything sexier than a man who reads?

“Spread your legs to the width of the ladder, and put your hands on the rung above your head.”

Yes
, Rachel decided,
there is something sexier.

A bossy man that reads—that is sexier.

Cole pulled his shirt out of his pants, removed it, and threw it on the desk behind him. He had to remind himself—and his impatient cock that was ready to sink inside her—that this was for Rachel.

What he was about to do was for her. It was about making her forget the terrible night she had just endured. It was also a fantastic opportunity to remind her of why she was in love with him, and one of the reasons was the way only
he
could make her feel.

As she parted her legs, Cole closed his eyes and said a prayer of gratitude for the sheer fucking pleasure he felt from her following his orders.

In the back of his mind, he knew that she would without question, but for some reason, now that they were married, he had a moment of concern that things would somehow change.
That
was certainly not the case, he was discovering, as Rachel raised her arms above her head and wrapped her fingers around the rung above her.

He’d never witnessed a more erotic scene in his life, and he’d looked and been in plenty of potential moments. There was something about her bare feet on the hardwood floors, the long creamy legs parted invitingly, the wicked lingerie that tantalized and teased, and the black symbols that marked her spine as they disappeared up and under her brightly highlighted hair.

Fuck yes
. She was the most erotic picture he had ever seen, and she hadn’t done anything other than stretch her arms above her head as she waited for him.

Stepping forward, Cole pushed her hair to the side and over her shoulder. As he leaned down to place his lips against the curve of her neck, he heard a swift intake of breath but no words. Brushing his lips along her soft, sweet skin, Cole couldn’t help the little nibble he took of her ear.

“I’m going to take these,” he whispered in her ear, raising a hand to the bow holding the ribbons together, “off now, and once they’re gone, I want you to put your right foot up on the bottom rung of this ladder. Nod if you understand.”

When he saw her head dip in acknowledgment, Cole felt his cock harden as he ran his tongue across his top teeth.

Don’t speak. Don’t speak, or he will stop
, were the words repeating over and over in Rachel’s mind as she faced the books with her hands above her head.

Swallowing back a moan that was threatening to break free, she tightened her hands around the wood and held on as she felt his dexterous fingers slip into the sides of her panties. Ever so slowly, Cole dragged the scrap of lace down her legs to her upper thighs. When he got there, she felt his warm breath on the back of her thigh.

“Close your legs for a moment.”

Automatically, Rachel moved and shut her legs, so he could remove the panties the rest of the way. Once she stepped free of them she heard a clicking sound, like a lock beneath her, and then felt his fingers trail up her right leg from her ankle to her calf.

“There. Now that the ladder is locked, spread your legs again. Show me what I want to see.”

Without any hesitation, Rachel moved her left leg back to where it was before at the edge of the left side of the ladder, and then as instructed, she raised her right foot to the bottom rung. The position bent her right leg and opened her up in the most intimate way.

Breathing hard, she tried to imagine what he was doing behind her, but when she did that, it just made her want to beg for him to touch her. Instead, she kept her eyes focused on what was in front of her—
Patterson, Hemingway, King.
That helped for the most part until she felt his fingers touch her left ankle.
Shit, what does that mean? That he’s kneeling on the fucking floor?

“You make a pretty fucking picture right now, Mrs. Madison.”

Yes, yes, yes!
His voice had definitely come from behind
and
beneath her.

“With your hands above your head, your hair so bright but still dark against your creamy skin.” With a deep sigh, he blew a hot breath against her leg. “Your legs parted, and your perfect fucking ass.”

She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth to keep her words to herself, but she almost lost the battle when she felt his lips against her left upper thigh. Gently, he pressed kiss after soft torturous kiss to her bare flesh, and when he nipped the curve of her ass cheek playfully, she felt the sweet sting of his teeth. It was just as it had been that night she had stood on the trunk in his room.
Wait. Our room.

That was when she felt his hand slide under her right thigh toward her knee as he gently pushed her bent leg aside to spread her even farther apart. As his breath caressed the curve of her back, she realized he must have now been kneeling behind her.

“Hmm, this is getting you all hot and bothered, isn’t it? I wonder if it is the challenge of keeping quiet, the fact that you are so vulnerable, or the thought of what I plan to do next that has you so fucking turned on.”

As he whispered the final thought across her back, she felt his fingers slide up from her knee to her bent thigh, and then he dipped in between her legs to stroke her very sensitive flesh.

“Ahh, yes. So fucking wet,” he muttered as he slid his fingers through her slick juices.

Rachel knew she was going to draw blood as she bit down hard on her bottom lip while Cole continued his sensual assault from below. His fingertips pushed inside her as his lips brushed her ass cheek again, and she couldn’t help but thrust her hips back at him.

The deep chuckle that made its way to her ears did nothing to quell the desire he was provoking as he pulled his fingers from her before he pierced deeper inside. Squeezing her hands tightly around the rung above her, Rachel continued to roll her hips back onto Cole’s hand as he kissed and bit her ass while he drove her insane with a good, hard fingering.

Rachel was convinced she was about to come from that alone, but then his fingers suddenly left her body and his mouth was gone. The sheer agony of losing his touch almost made Rachel scream. It was only the knowledge of what she
wouldn’t
get that kept her lips firmly sealed.

“Remember, not one word. Now, turn around and put your hands back above your head.”

The command was so guttural and intense that Rachel didn’t even recognize it as Cole.

Breathing so hard she felt as though she had run a marathon, Rachel released her right hand and lowered her leg to the ground. As she turned, she shifted her eyes to where she knew he would be. When she finally saw him, she almost lost the will to do as she had been told. He was completely naked, kneeling at her feet, with his cock in his right fist.

Please,
she sent up a quick prayer,
don’t let me say a fucking word. I want him more than my next breath.

As her eyes met his, she felt the full impact of his raging lust. His scorching gaze heated her as he worked his hard-on and waited.

Raising her hands back above her head, she gripped the rung, and became aware of the way it pushed her bra-covered breasts up even higher and closer together. She noticed Cole’s eyes zoom in on them, which in turn made him fuck his hand a little bit faster.

“Put your right leg up on the bottom rung Rachel.”

In doing so, the position now spread her wide open, so he could see everything. As his eyes swept from her face, down her body, to where her sex was glistening and no doubt causing her piercing to twinkle and shine, she felt her pussy clench from his visual caress.

“Look at you,” he murmured as he rose on his knees for a closer inspection.

From the position she was in, Rachel could see the top of his blond head as he leaned in and placed his mouth on her lower abdomen between her navel piercing and the top of her pelvic mound. She sucked in a breath as he scraped his teeth against her flesh.

When he turned his face up to look her in the eye, Rachel knew that whatever he was about to do to her was going to blow her fucking mind.

Still down on his knees, Cole released his cock, and reached out to press his palm flat against her raised thigh, holding her in place. “I’m going to put my tongue on you, and then I’m going to put it inside you. You are not going to say one damn thing if you want me to replace it with my cock. Understood?”

Licking his top lip, Cole waited for her response. Her beautiful breasts heaved with agitation from being confined in the last sexy piece of lace covering her, and as she closed her eyes and moved her head in the worldwide signal of yes, Cole leaned in and wrapped his lips around the top stud of her piercing. He heard a strangled moan get trapped in the back of her throat as her hips bucked forward toward him. Groaning around the silver ball, Cole stroked it with the tip of his tongue.

The taste of her flooded his senses, and his fingers dug into the soft skin of the thigh he was holding out of his way. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her other leg, the one holding her up, shaking, and he felt his lips spread into a smile against her vertical piece of jewelry. Glancing up at her, Cole knew exactly what he wanted.

“Hold onto that rung tightly,” he rasped against her flesh.

As her fingers tightened around the wooden rail, Cole gripped the leg propped up on the bottom step and placed it over his shoulder. Her eyes popped opened and widened on him as she realized what he was about to do.

Giving her a wicked smile, he reached down to the foot planted firmly on the floor. Wrapping his fingers around her ankle, he gently urged it forward and up until he placed it over his other shoulder. Cupping her ass cheeks in his palms, he ran his tongue over his top and then bottom lip as he took in a deep breath, his nose now only inches from the wet heat of her.

“Remember, don’t make a sound, Rachel, or your greedy little pussy will stay hungry and empty.”

As her jaw clenched, her eyes burned down at him with a mixture of annoyance and overwhelming desire. Cole dipped his head and brought her hips up to him. As he buried his tongue deep inside her, his nose brushed against the bottom stud of her piercing. He pushed his tongue in and out, devouring her with every forward and backward motion.

He felt her feet cross over against his back as her thighs tightened around his head, and Cole couldn’t help but run his finger down the crack of her ass, which made her swing her hips up even closer to his insatiable mouth.

His tongue licked from the bottom of her slit to the top. He sucked one of her swollen folds between his lips, and pulling his head back slightly, tugging it gently before releasing. He speared his tongue back inside her, and groaning against her needy body, Cole could feel his own climax building as she raced toward hers.

The fact that she was absolutely silent during this sensual feast was such a fucking turn-on that Cole was finding it difficult not to come like a horny teenager. The woman was a star pupil when it came to following orders.

Ready to finally reward her, Cole found his way back to her hood piercing, and he sucked and flicked her clit with his agile tongue. As she tilted her hips up higher, practically pushing her herself onto his tongue, Cole raised his eyes to hers and groaned against her hot flesh.