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my wandering hand. “You need to eat first.”
    “I’m not hungry,” I say.
    Actually, I’m starved. I rushed out of the apartment this morning without my usual coffee and high fiber granola bar. I’m beginning to feel a little faint — or maybe that’s just the effect Cole has on me.
    His large hand splays across my rumbling stomach. He smiles wickedly. “You’ll need your strength for what I have planned.”
    I open my mouth to ask what he means, when there’s a brisk knock at the door. He pushes off the bed and strides to the door. A liveried bellboy enters, pushing a cart laden with food into the room. Bowing stiffly, he moves to leave — I can see him for a split second as he passes the bedroom door. Cole mummers something and the a few seconds later the bellboy leaves, clicking the door shut behind him.
    There’s a soft blanket laid out across the bed. I gather it around myself and walk barefoot into the living area, where breakfast has been set out on the elegant round dining table.
    Cole brings a glass of orange juice to his lips before setting it down and walking over to me. Gently, he tugs the blanket from my hands and lets it fall to the floor.
    “Don’t ever hide yourself from me.”
    I glance pointedly at his pajama bottoms and raise a brow. “I could say the same to you.”
    “If I take these off, I’ll have you up against the wall in two seconds flat.”
    I smile up at him. “I don’t have any objections to that.”
    He shakes his head and plucks a raspberry off the plate. “Open.”
    I open my mouth and he places the tart berry on my tongue. I suck on his finger as it slides from my lips. He growls.
    “I’m going to feed you and then I’m going to push my cock into that sweet pussy and ride you until you weep.”
    I swallow and nod, a bit taken back by his blunt honesty. I’ve never had a man talk to me so crudely. I never thought I’d like it. But as the words tumble from his mouth, a thread of heat slithers through me. My core is wet, aching, hungry for him.
    Lowering me into one of the plush dining chairs, he places two raspberries in his mouth. Bracing a hand on either armrest, cadging me in, he leans forward. His hot mouth covers mine and his tongue pushes into my mouth, the berries with it.
    “Mmm.” They are sweet with just a hint of tartness. I lick my lips when he pulls away.
    He takes a butter knife and spreads marmalade across a piece of toast, then holds it to my lips. I take a bite, and then he takes a bite. It’s sourdough — my favorite — and combined with the sweet tang of marmalade, it tastes heavenly.
    “I find I’m quite hungry this morning,” he mummers. “Starving, in fact.”
    Setting the toast aside, he takes the little marmalade jar in his hand and dips his finger into the amber–colored jam and spreads it across my left nipple, followed swiftly by his tongue.
    I moan, arching up into him. Sweet Jesus, his smooth, velvety tongue feels so good against my hot skin. I don’t want it to stop. So when his lips leave me, I clamp my mouth shut to silence the whimper bubbling up in my throat.
    “Close your eyes,” he commands.
    “Why?”
    He laughs faintly. “Because I told you to.” He leans over me and kisses my left eyelid. “Now close,” he kisses my other eyelid, “your eyes.”
    I smile at his tenderness and close my eyes. He’s such a serious guy that when I get these little glimpses of softness, I can’t help but feel like it’s just for me — a little bit of himself that he keeps hidden from the rest of the world.
    “Keep them closed until I tell you to open them.” He places my hands on the armrests and spreads my legs as far as they will go. “Stay exactly as you are. Don’t move.”
    I nod, my entire body pulled tight in anticipation. My core is slick, already hungry for his cock. After a minute, I feel him spread something cool and slippery across my skin. The sweet smell of vanilla gives it away. Whipped cream. With his long