Britney lay sprawled across the back seat, her dark hair scattered wildly across the leather upholstery, her skirt hiked up high against her hips. She was breathing in ragged, shallow gasps, slightly damp from the fine mist that had clung to her skin before they rushed inside. Hovering over her, Cole adjusted his weight, his eyes dark with an unbridled, feral hunger. With a quick, sharp motion of one hand, he popped the button of his jeans and shoved them down just enough to free his straining length. Settling heavily between her thighs, he looked down at her with a wicked, possessive smirk. "My wicked wife," he rasped, his voice rough as sandpaper. "You have no idea what I'm about to do to you." The heavy anticipation made Britney’s breath hitch, her chest heaving as a light shiver ran through her frame from the lingering chill of the rain. Without a word of warning, Cole dipped his head, capturing her lips in a deep hungry kiss.
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