揇idn抰 you say there抯 a place on the farm only you know about??I ask, remembering how he mentioned it the other night after we were spent and exhausted.
揟here are a few places only I know,?he says cryptically.
揝how me one,?I whisper, grabbing his hand.
If I抦 on a collision course, then I抣l spend what time I have left in heaven and deal with the fallout later.
The house is crawling with people as we head inside, so he keeps a safe space between us until we抮e outside again.
His arm slides around my waist and he leads me to a small service area where the staff keep their golf carts. We climb inside the cozy little vehicle.
揂re we going to the cliffs??I ask.
揘ot today. You抣l see.?His sunlit smile melts me all over again.
He drives carefully down a narrow road through vibrant, low-hanging vines. When the house looks like something made for a doll in the distance, he parks next to some leafy brush and helps me out.
There抯 a break in the overgrowth a little ways in. A hammock hangs between two tall coconut trees.
揙h, wow. I never would抳e guessed that was here,?I say.
His eyes twinkle like blue sapphires. 揟hat抯 the point.?
He flops onto the hammock first, but keeps one foot firmly on the ground.
揋et your sweet ass over here,?he orders.
揥hat if I flip us over??I say with a smile.
揧ou won抰。 I抣l keep us steady, Eliza.?
Eliza. The way he says my name when he looks at me leaves no doubt that it抯 me he抯 seeing and devouring with that gaze.
He reaches out and I take his hand.
揕ay down slowly.?He gently pulls me closer.
Cautiously, I lift one leg on the very edge of the hammock and it gives.
揧ou抮e sure this is big enough for two??
揚ositive. I抦 not going to let you fall. Here, lean back.?
Slowly, I recline, but Cole抯 big body takes up most of the hammock. The only way to lie back is to do it snugly against him.
He lets go of my hand, sliding his arm securely around me. 揑抦 going to raise my foot now. We抣l rock, but we won抰 fall.?
We sway back and forth as he does exactly that.
Once I抦 sure I抦 not about to hit the ground butt first, there抯 nowhere else in the world I抎 rather be.
We抮e teleported into a warm, cozy dream.
My lips wander to his shoulder, wishing his silk button-down shirt wasn抰 between us.
揟he flight home is going to be hell,?he says, kissing my forehead and then my lips.
揥hy??I ask.
揑抣l be with you for six goddamned hours and won抰 be able to do anything about it,?he growls.
揥e抣l land eventually.?I almost hate that it抯 true.
There I go, giving myself false hope.
There抯 actually a disgusting chance we抣l only be working together as soon as we hit the tarmac, but I want to live this fantasy a little while longer.
揙ne more day before the flight,?he says, running his hand up my thigh. 揑 was just thinking we should spend it wisely. Have a lazy morning. No six a.m. Swift songs.?
I elbow him playfully. 揥hat if I need to work??
揧ou won抰 even be asleep before six, woman,?he growls, his fingers pinching my thigh.
I grin. 揥hat if I抦 abstaining??
揧ou抮e not. I need to be in you as many times as I can,?he rumbles against my ear.
He抯 too freaking good at this.
揅ole??I whisper, feeling warm all over.
揧eah??
揑抣l always prefer your bed to work.?
He pulls me on top of him and cups my face. 揧ou have no fucking clue how insane you make me. None.?
And I believe it a second later. He kisses me with so much lightning in his lips, I press my body into his, wanting to be as close to him as possible.
揅ole??I whisper again, waiting for him to look at me. 揝ay my name. I just like to hear it.?
揈liza,?he whispers, kissing my neck.
I shudder with delight.
I half expect his hands to roam and turn this into a heavy, soaked makeout session, but they don抰。
It抯 even better.
He just locks his massive arms around my waist, holding me until I fall asleep.
The last thing I hear梐lmost as a prayer梚s my name on his lips, over and over again.
16
Coffee Date （Cole）
揙h, Cole.?I wake up to the best sound on Earth梐nd the view isn抰 half bad, either.
Eliza抯 mouth forms a perfect ring, her eyes flutter shut, and her head tilts back.
I lean down, brushing my lips over my little addiction before my tongue meets hers, chasing and massaging it.
This is where the anticipation and teasing ends.
That glorious split second before I remind her she抯 my property梐nd it抯 got nothing to do with being on payroll.
I swallow her hot whimper, relishing it with an appreciation I抣l never have for any coffee. With a murmur, Eliza Angelo overwhelms my fucking senses.