Cole was naked.
Rock hard. His c**k pointed stubbornly upward as he sat back against the headboard of the yellow-room bed, one hand already wrapped around himself like the pressure was the only thing keeping him sane. Sage still had her upper dress on, the fabric bunched and wrinkled around her ribs, but from the waist down she was completely bare—thighs parted, skin flushed, the wet evidence of how badly she wanted this gleaming between her legs.
He was f*****g dying.
Still, he made himself be patient.
“Now look at me, okay?” Cole said, voice low and rough while he stroked himself slowly, eyes locked on her. “I have to see this. You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever f*****g seen in this room.”
It almost made him laugh, the dark irony of it. He had not been with Sage through most of th
