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sleep tonight, Chef,’ he teased.
    Jill could do nothing but nod into the mattress.
    ‘One more for me,’ he said. ‘Touch yourself for me, Chef.’
    She could hear him smiling. But she could also hear the tension in his voice that said he was barely hanging on to his own orgasm. The reins were slipping from his hands and when she slid wet slippery trembling fingers along her clit, she started to grow tighter around him.
    He groaned and Jill used more pressure on her clitoris than normal. She rubbed the tiny nub of flesh with a bit more force because she’d already come and needed the extra sensation. 
    He leaned over and gave her a firm bite below a rib. The touch of his teeth to her flesh was enough to make her mindless. She liked the slightly raw way he fucked. How he seemed to take what he wanted but with an innate sense of decorum. He was barely controlled urgency, a talking breathing oxymoron.
    It was hard to describe, but Cole seemed to have his own distinct way of taking a woman. And she loved it.
    ‘I’m coming,’ he rasped, his mouth still pressed to her.
    And she came with him, because just the fact that he was losing his hold on himself was enough to make her lose hers.

Chapter Four

    THEY DOZED FOR A bit. Lying there in the messy, slightly lumpy suite bed. The room itself consisted of a sitting room and bedroom combo with a tiny kitchen and a nice bathroom. All three of the remaining contestants’ suites were identical. So when Jill woke up she initially thought she was in her room. Until she realised the thunderous sound she heard was Cole’s heartbeat in her ear because she was sleeping with her head on his chest.
    She sat up and found a water glass and padded to the kitchenette. A cold glass of water and she started to scrounge for her borrowed clothes. She’d just pulled the white tee on when he cracked a gorgeous blue eye at her and said, ‘Where ya going, Chef?’
    ‘To my room,’ she whispered. ‘I don’t want to disturb you.’
    He opened both eyes. ‘You’re not disturbing me.’
    ‘It’s only eleven. I thought I’d have a nice glass of wine and answer some emails and just … be nervous on my own.’
    She twisted her hair tight, looped it around itself in a loose knot and pulled the end through. It sank into a messy bun at the back of her skull.
    ‘Neat trick,’ he said. And then he reached for her. 
    Something in her stomach dipped and her breath shuddered in her lungs. She moved toward him but didn’t touch him. She really should go. Mostly because she wanted to stay more than she could even comprehend.
    ‘Thanks. I need a cut. Desperately. It’s best to just keep it up and out of my way.’
    She went to pull on the sweatpants and he sat up. He had a reach, that was for sure, because without hardly rising off the bed, he grabbed her arm and reeled her in. The sheet settled low on his hips, giving her just a hint of that hair on his belly that lead to the treasure. Her heart gave a floppy little palpitation and she let him tug her into his lap.
    ‘I can’t offer you an email check, I’m not even booted up. I can’t offer you a drink because I don’t drink any more. But I can offer you … a nightcap.’
    She wiggled on his lap, feeling the rock-hard ridge of his cock below her bottom. Cole groaned and she sighed and finally Jill simply gave into her needs.
    It had been weeks of stress and competition and go-go-go. She was ready to just be-be-be. To get lost in something physical and wonderful and fun. And that was him. The worry and anxiety and rush of it all would be waiting for them come the morning light.
    ‘A nightcap?’
    He nodded, kissing her shoulder and grazing his white teeth – he had just the slightest hint of an overbite that drove her mad with lust – over her collar bone so her nipples jutted out begging for attention. 
    ‘Yes, a nightcap.’ Cole dropped back on the bed, spreading out his massive bulk and pulling her astride him. 
    The sheet still