silently and Cole tips his forehead to mine, yanking my panties to the side. I try to squeeze my legs together but his thick thigh is giving him all the access he wants.
And he takes it.
I shudder when his eyes bore into mine at the same moment his finger swipes my clit. Instead of allowing him to press me into the wall of lockers, I can’t help myself, and lean into him. My breasts to his chest. My face to his neck. My pussy to his hand.
Because … holy hell.
“There are no kickbacks, Marie. You have no clue what you’re talking about. Tell me what you think you know and I’ll explain.”
“Right.” Marie laughs evilly as Cole circles my clit harder. “I have copies of the wire transfers. What percentage did you weasel out of them, huh? DefenseJet’s bids are always the highest, yet you continually make sure they get awarded every contract by the Department of Defense.”
Cole leans back far enough to make eye contact with my hooded ones after that ditty of information. But he doesn’t stop and I’m not sure I’d want him to if I were in a position to ask. Barely able to stand on my own two Louboutins, I’m halfway to an orgasm that feels so strong, I’m actually afraid of it.
And I’m not afraid of anything.
“You stupid bitch,” Randolph bites. “I will take you down and ruin your reputation. You won’t be able to get a job reading the traffic report in the middle-of-fucking-nowhere Wyoming. I’ve done it before and I’ll do it again. Who knows? You might not even make it across the country to your new shit job.”
Cole’s phone vibrates against me through his tux but nothing stops him. Not the blackmail, not the death threat, and definitely not a phone call. He starts to fuck me with two fingers as he grinds the palm of his hand into my now swollen and desperate clit. My poor, lonely clit has been in solitary for so long. At this point, if Randolph rounds the corner to find us, I might not care. Obviously, I would, eventually, but only after Cole finished what he started.
“Try me, Charles. Fucking try me. This is not my first rodeo in this town. I have copies of the wire transfers in so many places, it’ll make your big, fat head spin. Especially if something happens to me—but do you know what? I’ll do you the favor and send you a copy. Watch for it in your email. I’ll even send it to your official government account so there will be record of it—for-fucking-ever. I’m considerate like that.”
Cole’s eyes drag down my body and he brings his other hand up to maul my bare breast. I press into his hands, both of them, and my ears begin to tunnel.
Cole’s damn phone vibrates again.
“Okay, let’s talk about this.” Randolph’s tone turns desperate. “Let’s meet on Tuesday. I promise, we’ll work this out. I’m leaving tomorrow, I have a meeting down south, but I swear, I’ll make this right. Give me forty-eight hours.”
“You’re going to St. John, aren’t you? Who are you taking this time?”
My eyes fly open but not because of Randolph’s travel news. I am a woman, I can do two things at once. Cole’s hand between my legs freezes. He looks down at me where I’m slumped against him and his lips pucker to shush me.
The arse is toying with me as I gulp for air.
And just like that, Randolph sounds like he has the upper hand. “Jealousy doesn’t become you, darling. It never did.”
Marie’s tone turns to granite. “I’m not jealous, jackass. I’m impatient. And for the record, you’re a lazy fuck and I faked every orgasm you thought you gave me.”
Cole bites back a smirk.
Someone’s moving. I try to reach for what little neckline my gown has but Cole stops me and shakes his head.
“Tuesday, Charles,” Marie raises her voice. “Or be ready for a shitstorm that’ll rival cigars in the Oval Office!”
Cole is still holding me hostage, cupping me. With no choice, I grip the lapels of his tuxedo jacket and hold my breath. I’m pretty sure one of them is still here. I turn my head to the side and would love to peek around the corner if my dress weren’t askew to hell and back.
I’m about to push him away—for real this time—when the tones of a cell break through the stale room like fireworks.