Page 62 of Triplet Trouble For My Billionaire Boss

"Do you want that, Annie? Do you want me to lick your pussy until you come all over my face?"

"Yes," I moan.

"Tell me," he commands.

"I want it."

"Tell me what you want. Say it," he demands.

"I want you to lick my pussy," I gasp. "I want your tongue inside me."

He groans, the sound tearing through my insides as I struggle to stay standing.

But I don't have to try for long. He pulls back suddenly and sweeps me up into his arms. I gasp and cling to him.

"Wha—"

He silences me with a kiss, and I sink into him, his strong arms supporting me as he carries me to the bed.

My mind is spinning, and I'm light-headed.

"Tell me again," he growls.

"I want you to lick my pussy," I say, my voice trembling.

Cole groans and lays me down on the bed.

He pulls his shirt over his head, revealing the chiseled planes of his chest.

My mouth goes dry, and I stare at him.

He's a work of art, and he's about to make my literal fantasies a reality.

But he doesn't come back to the bed. He holds the shirt in his hand and walks away. I stare at him a bit bleary and light-headed, and for a moment, I think he's heading for the door.

He doesn't, though. He turns back around and comes back toward me before turning and walking away again.

It's only when my mind clears a bit that I realize he's pacing.

And silently cursing himself.

I sit up a bit, confused.

"What is it?" I ask.

Cole stops and faces me, his expression unreadable.

"Is this what you want?" he asks a bit harshly. "Do you reallywant this?"

I stare at him.

"If you don't, tell me," he continues. "Because I can't. If we start, if we... and then you regret this or..."

"I already told you..." I flush as I think back to my earlier words. The dirty, dirty words that tumbled out of my mouth just a few moments ago.

Cole runs his hand through his hair, and the tension in his shoulders eases a little.

"I know," he says and turns to pace in the other direction. "I know what you say. Fucking hell, do I know."