Logan pushed his hands into his suit pockets and rocked back on his heels, letting out a long whistle. “Oh boy.”
“What?” Cole responded to the intentional provoking before he could help himself.
“You’re so screwed.”
Cole thought about that before replying thoughtfully, “Yes, that is one of the benefits— nightly. Hell, sometimes hourly. How are you doing in that department, Mitchell? Who’s the flavor this month, Candace or Luke? I can’t seem to remember or keep up.”
“Fuck you, Madison. Neither. I’m currently flying solo.”
“Or playing with yourself solo, right?”
“Laugh all you like. I’m not the person who just signed up for one partner for the rest of his life. Mind you, she’s an extremely sexy partner.”
Cole glared at him. “Do you mind? Don’t you have enough to choose from, considering at nineteen you doubled your options?”
Logan walked back toward the door, laughing. “Don’t get mad at me because you just narrowed yours down to one.”
“I’m not mad at all. I’m the luckiest fucker in the world, and for all your talk about options, you admittedly have none right now.”
Logan tsked him as he turned to open the door. “Why would I pick one when there are so many yet to try?”
“Get out. I have to catch up on some work.”
Logan gave him a final look of what Cole could only call mock sympathy.
“Poor Rachel. You always were the all-work-and-no-play guy.”
“And you were always the pain in the ass.”
Logan gave a wink behind his glasses, and as he left the office, he replied, “Truer words have never been spoken but only if they behaved and asked nicely.”
The morning flew by, and it was around four thirty when Cole heard a knock on his office door. With the phone to his ear, he covered the mouthpiece and called out for the visitor to come in. He was so busy concentrating on the person speaking at the other end that he didn’t notice Rachel slip inside the door.
“Yes, I realize that, but like I told you this morning, there’s nothing we can do until we hear back from their lawyer, Dan.” Cole shook his head as he listened to Daniel Pearson. Once again, Daniel was underlining the reasons it was of the utmost importance that Cole hurry along his company’s hearing. The problem was that it was currently out of Cole’s hands, and nothing could be done but wait. Ahh, patience. So little people have it.
As Cole felt a headache starting to form, he remembered someone had knocked on his door. Looking up, he felt a sense of happiness and warmth rush in to replace his previous annoyance. There, standing with her back leaning against the door, was Rachel.
His eyes locked with hers as her brightly painted pink lips mouthed the word, Hello. Honestly, he could have stared at those lips for hours. Lucky for him, he now had the rest of his life to look, touch, and taste them.
Raising his hand, he crooked a finger at her, signaling for her to come to him. The look that came into her eyes as she started forward had Cole shifting in his chair. Everything about her called to him, and she knew just how to use it.
Her hair was out and falling over her shoulders, just as it had been this morning when she had left his—no, our—bed. The leather pants she had poured herself into now seemed glued to her legs, and the outrageous pink top she had matched it with…well, it suited her perfectly.
Yes, there are definitely perks to being married, Cole thought as she came to a stop opposite his desk, like knowing she will be coming home to me every night.
Raising his eyes to hers, he watched her place her small black purse on the table. She pressed her palms to her thighs, like she was finding it difficult to stand still. Leaning back in his leather chair, Cole noticed her eyes drop to his lap before she quickly averted them.
Ahh, so it seems everything about me is calling to her as well, and Cole loved it.
“I can definitely try to get a hold of them today. Maybe we could set up a meeting for tomorrow?”
Daniel reiterated that he would prefer to know this evening, and Cole continued to pay attention…well, as much attention as he could with Rachel moving her hands to the laces of her leather pants.
Cole reached out and rapped the wooden desk twice with his knuckles. Instantly, she froze, and her eyes warmed as he motioned with two fingers for her to come around the desk. Slowly, she stepped back and pivoted to make her way around to where he was sitting. Swiveling in his seat, Cole spread his legs apart and gestured for her to step forward.
“Dan, listen to me. This morning, when I spoke to Michael, he was very clear that they had not yet made a decision. I know it’s hard to be patient…” Cole raised a brow at Rachel, who had stepped forward between his legs. “But sometimes there’s no other option.”
Rachel smirked as he reached out and tugged at the bow tied in the center of her abdomen, low on her hips. As the tie came free, he dipped a finger into the top of the leather and slid it along the front, causing the crisscross laces to part.
“Dan, we have done everything we possibly can,” Cole placated as he sat up straighter in his chair.
Glancing up at Rachel, he indicated with a nod of his head what he wanted from her. She knew straightaway because with one quick move, she raised her shirt, baring her unlaced ties and her navel ring.
“Uh-huh,” Cole mumbled. He was now tracing the silver piercing and moving his finger over to the bottom of the tattoo on her ribs. He was about to sit back and finish up the conversation when he felt her hand thread through his hair.
She gripped it in a small fist and tilted up his head, so he was looking at her.
As Cole listened halfheartedly to the man on the other end of the line, he found himself staring up into the blazing blue eyes of Rachel, the tigress.
It’s really such a shame his mouth is busy, Rachel thought as she gripped his dirty-blond hair in a loose fist. Somewhere deep inside her, she thrilled at the fact that he allowed her to tip his head back.
“I will be here first thing in the morning. No, I was out of town Friday and Monday,” he explained to the apparently very needy client on the other end of the line. All the while, he kept his eyes focused on hers.
Rachel licked her lips slowly and brought her left hand up to her mouth. She licked the tip of her index finger, and Cole’s gaze followed it as she dipped it inside her mouth. His eyes narrowed as she sucked a little more suggestively than she probably should.
See? I can tease, too, she thought, remembering back to his little game in the library last night.
“I can call them up in the morning, and if they haven’t gotten an answer by then, we can definitely try to push them a little harder.”
Speaking of harder, Rachel mused, glancing down between Cole’s legs, it’s definitely hard alright. As she looked back into his eyes, she moved the finger she was sucking down to her loosened pants.
He pulled against the grip she had of his hair to follow that hand down to the top of her pants. “Dan, how about you let me give them a call, and I will give them a heads-up about tomorrow?”
Rachel had a feeling that at this stage, the words coming out of Cole’s mouth were complete lies. As his left hand grasped her hip to hold her in place and his thighs came together to keep her still, he sure as hell didn’t seem to be about to make another business call.