Page 53 of The Denver Alpha
Seriously?
I want to scream, throw things, make him suffer. But then he lifts his chin, beckoning me with a tip of his head, and for some reason, against my better judgment, I find myself moving toward him. My bare feet pad against the bamboo flooring as I round the desk to approach his chair, drawn like a magnet. I drop into his lap, and he reaches up to sweep my hair out of my face, pinning me with a gaze that turns my insides to goo.
“I’ve been trying to get to the bottom of what happened at that boutique the other day,” he says in a deep, gravelly voice as his hand slides down to grip my throat loosely. “You said you didn’t put those bracelets in your bag, and not knowing what actually happened didn’t sit right with me, nor did the fact that you were hauled in without any proof. So, while you thought I was ghosting you, I was actually having a meeting with the police chief to ensure the officers who picked you up would be reprimanded for the way they treated you. Then I had a long talk with Shay, who tipped me off as to whether anyone might want to try to sabotage you, and I just had Tayla in here admitting she set you up and accepting her reprimand.”
Oh.
His fingers tighten on my throat, tipping my face closer to his. “Why didn’t you tell me she was giving you a hard time?”
I dart my eyes away, staring down into my lap. “I had it handled,” I grumble.
Cole grunts his disapproval. “Well, as her alpha, I had to intervene. She won’t be bothering you anymore if she knows what’s good for her.”
I swallow hard, my throat bobbing beneath his palm as my eyes flicker back up to meet his. “And what about you?”
“What about me?”
“Are you gonna keep hooking up with her? And the others?”
Cole tips my face toward his again, staring intently into my eyes. “You want me to stop sleeping with them? Done. I don’t need them if I’ve got you.”
My heart stutters a beat. “Just like that?”
He shrugs a shoulder. “Just like that.”
It seems almost too easy, but I’m not about to question it. This is what I wanted, and far be it for me to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Also, did he just say he’s got me? Cue my insides turning to goo again.
“Why don’t we do something tonight, you and me?” Cole suggests, his gaze dropping to my lips hungrily before pinging back up to meet mine. “Try to get to know each other better?”
I blink. “Like a date?”
“Sure, if that’s what you want to call it.”
I can’t stop the big, dumb smile from spreading across my lips- and in an effort to cover it up before he sees how giddy I am at the prospect of going on a real date, I lean in, pressing them against his. He returns the kiss instantly, like he’s been starving for it, and the next thing I know we’re completely lost in one another, my hands fisting his shirt, one of his tangled in my hair while the other grips my hip to anchor me to him. Cole’s lips slide against mine, his tongue tangling with my own. I sigh into his mouth as I feel him start to pull back, unwilling to allow him to break the kiss so soon.
He withdraws just enough to look into my eyes, a wicked grin forming on his handsome face. “I take that as a yes?”
I shudder a breath as I nod.
“Good,” he murmurs, nipping my lip as his hand slides down to cup my butt cheek. He grabs a handful and squeezes it so hard that I squeak in response. “Now how hard do you think I should I spank this ass for that outburst of yours, hm?”
Oh fuck yes.
A tingle of anticipation rolls through me as I loop my arms around his neck, leaning back on his lap. “I don’t think your lessons are landing, Sarge,” I tease, purposefully trying to goad him into action. “Or maybe I’m just like a wild mustang, impossible to break…”
I barely finish that sentence before he’s shoving me forward, pushing to his feet behind me as he bends me over his desk. My cheek presses against the wood surface of the desktop as he grips the nape of my neck, his other hand yanking my yoga pants and underwear down my thighs in one swift motion.
“I think I’ll need to do something about that smart mouth, too,” Cole growls, dropping a hand between my legs and dragging his fingers along my slit, coating them with my wetness. “Just as I thought,” he taunts. “You’re fucking soaked. You get off on behaving badly, don’t you Juliet?”
“Maybe,” I pant. “What are you gonna do about it?”
He abruptly withdraws his hand from between my legs and stuffs his fingers into my mouth, effectively gagging me as he forces me to lick them clean for him. At the same time, his other hand comes down on my ass-hard- eliciting a startled yelp that comes out half-suffocated around his fingers. My brain short-circuits, confused by the heady mix of pain and pleasure until it all blurs together and I can’t tell where one sensation ends and the other begins.
Cole leans over me, covering my back with his chest and pulling his fingers out of my mouth. He winds them into my hair instead, lifting my head off of the desk and bringing my ear closer to his lips. “If you take your punishment like a good girl, I’ll let you come,” he promises, andfuck me, I almost come right there from his words alone. This guy knows all the right things to say when it comes to dirty talk.
I whine, nodding, my body practically begging for anything he’ll bestow upon me.