“Oh yes, I do.”

His response came a split second before his tongue swept between her folds. Part of her wanted to jump off the bed and lock herself in the bathroom in embarrassment. The other part wanted to grind down onto his lips, force him to plunge his tongue deeper.

His hips lifted as she tried to decide, his cock-head probing her lips, and she instinctively opened back up for him, taking him onto her tongue. And then, as if he knew she was still on the verge of running, he took the decision away from her with a long, slow slide of his fingers inside of her, curling them into a vibrantly sensitive patch of flesh deep inside her vagina.

She whimpered around his cock and arched into his fingers, inadvertently pressing her clit harder against his tongue at the same time. Apprehension quickly morphed into nearly unbearable excitement as he captured the swollen bud between his lips and sucked.

Blood rushed between her legs, making her lightheaded and gasping around his cock. But instead of letting her up for air, he only thrust deeper down her throat. And amazingly, that out-of-control feeling was what sent her over the edge yet another time. Her third climax was so powerful that the firm pressure of a large hand on her thigh holding her still was the only thing that could have kept her where he had her, his tongue flat and hard against her clit, his fingers plunging deeply into her wet canal.

Contractions continued to rip through her when she got her first salty taste of Cole, one long shot deep in her throat. Frenzied sounds of licking and sucking and moaning reverberated through her small bedroom as she tried desperately to focus on pleasuring him the way he’d pleasured her, but, oh God, it was so hard to focus on anything other than the way his tongue and fingers were still tormenting her sensitive flesh.

Finally, she lifted her mouth from him and tried to move back into a normal position on the bed. But he wasn’t quite done with her, holding her still for one more sinful kiss of his lips against her pussy.

“Cole,” she begged, “please.”

“Want another?”

He followed up the offer by a seductive lash of his tongue against her labia.

“Cole.” She moaned his name this time and even she wasn’t sure what she was asking for.

His chuckle was warm and evocative against her incredibly aroused, sensitive flesh. And then, finally, he set her free, shifting out from between her legs.

“Looks like I’m developing a serious sweet tooth.”

His grin was wolfish—satisfied and full of ownership. Her heart clenched, even though she knew better. Yes, Cole made her feel good. Yes, she enjoyed being with him.

But that didn’t mean she could let herself fall for him.

She needed to remember at all times that he was using her to make his grandmother happy.

She needed to make sure all she did was use him right back.

She needed to make sure she didn’t fall in love.

She scrambled off the bed, grabbing a blanket that had fallen off the bed in their frantic lovemaking. “I have some things to get ready for school on Monday.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You trying to kick me out?”

She started to shake her head, then realized that after the things they’d just done to each other, there really was no point in lying to him. “Yes.”

He shifted off the bed and the quick swelling of disappointment in her stomach at the thought of him actually leaving surprised her.

“I’ll help you with your suitcase.”

Maybe it was all the brain cells she’d lost when her brain exploded from three intense orgasms, but she wasn’t following. “I can unpack my bag just fine on my own, thanks.”

“It’s going to hurt my feelings soon, you know.”

“What is?”

“The way you keep forgetting that we’re married, sweet Anna.”

She wrapped the blanket tighter around herself and took a step backward. “I haven’t forgotten.”

“Then why don’t you seem to understand that you’re moving in with me?”

“No.”

Entirely without her permission, he opened up her closet, found a larger suitcase, and threw it on the bed. “People expect a new wife to live with her husband.” He yanked open her dresser, grabbed a handful of her underwear, and tossed it into the bag.

“Stop doing that.” She gathered up her underwear, accidentally loosening her hold on the blanket. “Has it even occurred to you to ask me first before you make a decision about something?”

“My grandmother would know something was up in an instant if the papers reported me leaving here without you.”

“I’m sick and tired of you using your grandmother as your excuse for every stupid thing you do!”

She all but clamped her hand over her mouth, the blanket dropping all the way to the floor. Not only did she already know that Eugenia was the entire reason for their relationship, not only did she know that Cole would have never, ever picked her out of a crowd if he hadn’t been looking for a good girl—but she also knew how deeply he was hurting over his grandmother’s illness.

“I’m sorry.” She wanted so badly to take back her careless words. “I know how much you love her.”

She was surprised to find him standing in front of her, one finger tipping her chin up so that she was meeting his dark and serious eyes. She was naked, now, but he didn’t look away.

“My grandmother has nothing to do with the fireworks between us, Anna. While we’re married, you’re going to be in my bed every single night.”

Still trying to find a loophole, she pointed to the window where the last rays of light were still peeking through her blinds. “It’s not night yet.”

She waited for his stubborn response, waited for him to tell her it was nonnegotiable.

“I want you with me, Anna. More than I’ve wanted anything in a very long time.” He looked as serious as she’d ever seen him, totally earnest. Honest in his desires, both prurient and otherwise. “Please come home with me, sweetheart. Stay with me. Let me take you back to my bed and give you all the loving you deserve.”

Oh no.

Anna knew exactly how he meant “loving.” He was talking about sex, about what they’d been doing in her bedroom and in his apartment in Las Vegas.

But her heart—her stupid, pathetic, rapidly pounding heart—was doing everything it could to ignore the truth.

And it was her heart, not her brain, that made her drop her underwear back in the suitcase and say, “I need the matching bras, too.”

His answering smile was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.

Oh no.

Chapter Ten

Anna looked at his house and said, “You really should have had me sign a pre-nup.”

Not only was Cole known as one of the meanest men in the NFL, he was also one of the surest footed. Nonetheless, Anna’s crazy statement had him tripping over his feet.

“Say that again.”

Clearly unaware of his dangerous reaction to what she’d said, she gestured to his huge stainless steel and granite kitchen, out the sliding glass doors to his infinity pool and sloping green lawn. “All this must be worth a fortune. When your lawyer or manager or whoever it is that works for you finds out about our marriage, they’re going to lose it in a serious way.”

“Well then, maybe I won’t ever let you go.”

Her eyes widened in surprise, making him realize what he’d just said.

He didn’t want to let her go. Not now. Not ever.

Jesus, what the hell was he saying? What the fuck was he thinking?

Her taste, her sweet little whimpers as she came, the wonder in her innocent eyes as she took him into her mouth—clearly, they were all fucking with his head.

“We both know I’m going, Cole. After you don’t need me anymore.”

Yes, he knew that was their agreement. One he’d thought he was happy with.