Colt By Simone Elise Pdf Novels & Stories

His rough hands skimmed across the flimsy material of her one piece bikini causing tingles on her skin and nipples. Elise groaned and allowed her hands to roam around his bare chest and shoulders. She was not prepared for what he did as Carl tore through the material and blew a hot breath on one nipple before lowering his mouth to suck it and tingles of electricity shot from there to her spine to her clit. She gasped at him, and tried to remove his head because of the intense sensation she was feeling.

She recognized the peeling walls, the faint smell of antiseptic. The police station. But empty. She staggered to her feet. Papers littered the floor. Harris’s desk, overturned. A file cabinet sparking as though wired into something unseen. On the wall, the investigation board was still there but the photos were wrong. Every picture of Mark was crossed out. Every note about the collapse replaced with a single word, written over and over again in thick black ink: “SIMULATION.” Clara’s breath hitched. A door creaked behind her.

Colt inhaled at the sight, chewing on his bottom lip as he stared at them. His eyes hesitantly traveled up to mine, and he began to shrug off his jacket. “Where do you want to feel me, Olivia?” he asked. I placed my hand on my chest, and slowly began to caress downwards, stopping to circle my belly button as we maintained eye contact. “There?” he asked, and his pretend ignorance set my blood on fire. “Right there,” I whispered, driving my hand further down, and sinking into my shorts. “And here.”

Most people are concentrated in the middle of the festivity, so for the moment, we have privacy, if you could call it that. We sit, and Colt moves our chairs together, as close as they can get. He leans in with his large frame and hugs me, hiding me in his arms. I close my eyes as I take in the scent of his neck where I marked him. “You’ve grown so much,” he whispers. “Hm?” “The woman you are today, you’ve grown from the girl I met so long ago.” Colt's hands slide down the length of my waist and travel under the clothed table, where he lifts my long dress up to my thighs. His hand caresses my bare skin as it moves down, then folds over my knee, his thumb gently drawing circles.

the silly man couldn't take his eyes or hands off her. What was it that made her so tempting? That she was a forbidden fruit? That she wasn't his mate? That she was a damsel so in need of a red knight? Colton Rivers was no knight. He was a scoundrel, with a block of ice in a place where his heart should have been.

“But you’ll be teased. You’ll ache. You’ll beg. And you’ll watch what you’ve forgotten how to do.” She turned to Colt. “Take off your jeans.” He did it slow. Sinful. Undressing like he’d done this a thousand times and knew exactly what it did to women. His cock sprang free—long, thick, dark, curved like sin itself. The head glistened with pre-cum. Veins throbbed. And he didn’t say a word. Sariah let out a helpless little whimper. “Oh… fuck.” Keon groaned.

“Look who it is! The injured hero and the emotionless statue.” “I have emotions,” Mar said flatly. “I have never seen one,” Porto replied immediately, then kissed the woman again like he had forgotten they were even there. Lance laughed. “What number is this one now?” The woman gasped dramatically. “Number? I have a number?” Porto looked offended. “You are not a number. You are… a beautiful chapter in my life Mi amor.” Mar muttered, “More like a short story.” Lance snorted and Porto pointed at him.

Simone was still stunningly beautiful, but a pair of sunglasses hid her swollen eyes. "We don't want money. Our boss wants you, Ms. Nolan." The person across from her slid a marriage contract across the table. Simone's back went rigid, and her nails dug into her palms. She'd heard that Elvane's most elite scion was a vicious, cruel, and impotent man who was terminally ill. He was hunting for a bride to turn things around. After a long moment, she said faintly, "Alright. I'll do it."

He was the perfect target. They looked too comfortable. Too close. And that smile on his face—God. I hated that it bothered me. I shouldn’t care. I shouldn’t. But my fists were already clenched under the table, hidden beneath the soft folds of my gown. How dare he say he came here for me? That he wanted us to have another chance? And now he’s here… flirting? I almost rolled my eyes. “Eloise,” Collette said cautiously, nudging me. “Are you okay?”

Simone looked at the text, and though she didn’t fear judgment as much as before, she still hesitated for a moment there before hitting send. Colette’s response was a devil emoji, and Simone felt herself lighten up immediately. She sipped on her lemon juice, which served to suppress the nausea bubbling up inside her, and simply waited. Before long, Colette was approaching the table where Simone was, with slow calculated steps, her eyes meaningfully mischievous, a bit of a smirk stretching her lips. “You little minx…” Colette began, once she was well within earshot, and Simone rose to her feet to greet her, her cheeks burning a little bit.