He fucks me with a sudden burst of energy, and I fuck him back. It’s like this admission has opened up something in both of us, making us let go. Streaks of pleasure rush across my skin, and I feel like I’m a firework all lit up. So close to exploding. He kisses me, holding me to him like he’s never going to let go, and right now I hope that he doesn’t. I can’t help the moaning I’m doing behind our kisses, he’s so deep inside of me that he’s hitting entirely new places, entirely new sensations.
Our lips break apart because we both need the breath, gasping for it, but he doesn’t stop.
“Come with me,” Cole says, and I do.
He thrusts up into me, and I fall over a cliff into nothing but pleasure. My body bows backward, comes back to him. It doesn’t stop moving or shaking, unable to handle the amount of pleasure that’s coursing through it. It crackles through my nerves and my vision goes black. Cole comes with me, and I feel the heat of him spreading inside me, triggering another wave of pleasure coursing through me.
We collapse together on the bed, still tangled and joined. I squeeze his cock, and he moves his hips, each of us teasing the other with little aftershocks.
“I love you,” he says.
“I love you.” It feels weird and great and amazing to say it back.
Our hands find each other on the bed, fingers tangling, and I smile at him. “Now, I could go for some pie.”
I’m still floating on a cloud the next day when I get to work. Everything in the world seems perfect. Brownie is back to her normal self, the weather is gorgeous, and Cole Andrews told me that he loves me. I can’t wait to see what he has planned for us tonight after my shift, and if he doesn’t have anything planned I’ll plan something, because you can be sure we’re fucking.
I walk in the door and one of the security guards is waiting for me. “Andrea Townsend?”
“You’re wanted in the office,” he says, turning and going through a door near the club entrance that I’ve never seen used. “Follow me.”
Okay, maybe we’re not fucking tonight, maybe we’re fucking right now. I smile to myself. Why else would Cole call me to the office? I’ll have to tease him about special treatment.
The security guard leads me down a couple hallways and then knocks on a door. I hear Cole’s voice inside telling us to come in, and he pushes the door open. I walk in with a huge smile on my face, ready to say something utterly dirty, and I freeze. Cole isn’t alone. Rosie is also in the office. She’s got her arms crossed and she’s glaring at me. And Cole…
I’ve never seen that look on his face before. It’s halfway between agony and anger. It’s cold.
“What’s going on?”
I see his jaw tighten, and he doesn’t look at me when he speaks. He’s looking away, towards the wall. Why won’t he look at me? “There has been an accusation.”
My eyebrows shoot up to my hairline. “Excuse me?”
His hands are gripping the arms of the chair, like he’s keeping himself in check. “According to Rosie, there was money taken from the safe. The code used to retrieve the money was your personal code. I’ve confirmed it.”
He looks at me then, and it’s like a blow to the stomach, all anger and ice. He can’t be serious.
“Of course I didn’t do that. I would never do that.”
“The records say otherwise.” Rosie says, disgust in her voice. “I warned you your first day that there were personal codes for a reason. This is why.”
I shake my head. I don’t understand what’s happening. “Why would I do that? I like my job, it pays well, I’m happy here.” I look at Cole again, “you know that. Why would I steal money?”
“Maybe the same reason you’re sleeping with him. You just can’t get enough, and you feel like you can get away with anything.”
“That’s none of your business,” I say. “And it has nothing to do with this.”
“So there is a this?” Rose yells, “You’re admitting to it?”
“Of course not,” my voice rises to match hers. “I’m not a thief. I don’t steal.”