Playing to Win

she took in a breath, it wasn’t so she could spit out words of anger.
    She was turned on. So what held her back?
    “Look,” he said. “I know we work together, but I’m good at separating the two.”
    “I don’t mix business and pleasure.”
    He moved in closer. “Have you ever tried it?”
    “Cole. We’ve already tried this and agreed this was a bad idea.”
    “No. You thought it was a bad idea.” He lifted her hand around his neck, swept his arm around her back and tugged her close. “But you already know I never do the right thing.”
    He bent, hesitated, waited for her to object. He didn’t feel any resistance, so he took her mouth in a kiss. He’d been dying to taste her all night. She tasted like sweet wine and mint, her lips as soft as her skin. She melted against him, her hand sliding into his hair.
    This time they weren’t outside, weren’t in public, and there was nothing to stop them from taking this further.
    Nothing except Savannah, and all he felt from her this time was surrender.
    SOMEHOW, SAVANNAH HAD KNOWN THIS WAS GOING TO happen. Maybe she’d even subconsciously orchestrated it by planning this dinner at Cole’s place tonight.
    Despite trying her best to not put herself in this position, here she was, letting Cole kiss her.
    Oh, who was she kidding? There was no “letting” going on here. She wasn’t passive in all this. She was a full-on participant, pressing herself up against him. She’d dropped her purse to the floor and sifted her hands through his hair, holding on like she was afraid he’d disappear if she let go. She was all in on this and nothing was going to stop her from having him. He’d been a fixation since that first night she laid eyes on his sexy body, since the first time he hit her with those gorgeous, sinful eyes of his.
    She’d wanted him, and now she was going to have him, damn the consequences.
    He waited, tensing as she shifted. Did he think she was going to run? He likely did since she’d pulled back so many times before. But not this time. She moved in closer, sliding her other hand around his neck, tangling her fingers into his hair. And when she released a sound of pleasure from the back of her throat, he relaxed.
    He flexed his fingers against her hip and her knees weakened. She loved the sensation of his hands on her and wanted a lot more of it. He let his other hand roam up her back, teasing the bare skin there, before sliding his fingers into her hair.
    She tilted her head back, met his gaze. He brushed her hair away from her face and traced her bottom lip with his thumb.
    “I’m sorry,” she said.
    He frowned. “For what?”
    “For waiting so long. For pushing you away all those times. I’m not going anywhere this time, Cole.”
    He let out a groan with his exhale, then leveled a devastating crook of his lips on her that made her knees weak.
    “You have a pretty mouth, Savannah.” He kissed her again. She loved the way he kissed. It wasn’t savage or demanding, but more of a lazy, exploratory taste, rubbing his lips against hers, teasing her with his tongue. And while he did it, she was getting dizzy, everythinginside her heating up to boiling point. Her butt rested on his kitchen table, and Cole had maneuvered himself between her legs, all that denim-clad muscle inching ever closer to her sweet spot.
    She quivered with anticipation, moaned with it when he pushed her back on the table, grabbed her butt, and pulled her closer to the edge, drawing her pussy right against the hard ridge of his erection.
    Lord have mercy, but if she rubbed herself against his delicious cock, she could come. Just the thought of her rocking against him while he watched—both of them fully clothed—made her clit throb and her nipples tingle. It was one of her hottest fantasies.
    She tilted her head back and wrapped her legs around him, delving into the thought of doing just that. And when he laid the palm of his hand at her rib cage, where her heart beat a hard rhythm, she opened her eyes and met his gaze.
    “Tell me what you’re thinking,” he said, his voice as dark as his eyes.
    “That if I rubbed myself against you I could come.”
    He inhaled sharply and tilted his head down. His lids went to half mast, and he looked like the devil himself.
    Which only turned her on even more.
    “Yeah, that could be fun,” he said, his fingers clenching and unclenching on her hips. “But I’m gonna be the one to get you off tonight. More than