Come Back to Me_A Romantic Suspense Thriller

by Trilina Pucci

  I’m not sure what time it is, but I wake up to the most erotic feeling of my neck being kissed. “Hey, you finally made it to bed.”

  “I did, and now I would like to bed my wife, if you don’t mind.”

  “No minding here…”

  His lips are warm and soft on my neck, making my body arch off the bed. He feather kisses along my jawline, touching lightly with his tongue. Moving up and closing his mouth over mine, his hands roam over my breasts and my waist, pulling up my nightgown inch by inch. “You’re lovely, Mia, do you know that? You are a goddess.” His hands move across my belly and my skin tingles at the sensation. He runs his hand down my center and starts a slow, circular rhythm on my sweet spot. “Ahh! Cole, it feels so good.”

  “Baby, that’s all I want to do is make you feel good… let me make you feel good.” My breathing picks up and I close my eyes, feeling enveloped and giving in without hesitation. “Yes, oh yes, make me feel…”

  Cole hitches up my leg, outlining my thigh with his fingers, and presses his erection against my clit. He rubs his body upward causing a hot, burning friction, slowly rubbing back and forth, making my hips roll into him. Cole groans deep, pulling my nipple into his mouth and using his teeth to pinch the erect bud. I moan loudly, needing more. Always more. He pulls back, taking his length and rubbing the tip at my opening. All the teasing is making me squirm and I move my body closer to him, lifting my hips, wanting all of him inside me.

  “Is this what you want, Amelia? Is this what you are aching for, me inside of you? Do you want me to fuck you hard? Do you want me to be rough? Open your eyes, look at me.”

  I bite my lip, knowing my cheeks are red because he always knows what I want. I want him to push into me and never slow down, I want it hard, so hard that I can barely stand it. I need to feel him touching me at my core. I open my eyes to look at him, smoldering, and he smiles. “I know what you need.”

  He pushes inside me, hard, holding my arms above me he takes control and slams into me over and over, biting and sucking my nipples, devouring my mouth. I’m so close, ahhhh, I need to feel that release. So close, closer, he keeps pumping hard, sitting up, pulling my hips off the bed, he grabs my waist, thrusting harder , deeper, faster, and then I feel it. “Cooooollllllleeeee” I scream as I see black spots. I feel Cole grip my hips hard and grind into me two more times before he lets out a lion-worthy roar. His hands release my hips and he runs them up my sides, kissing and caressing my body. I lay there being adored, my naked body spent being celebrated by the man I love. He kisses me and pulls me into him, spooning as we drift off to sleep.

  Cole heads off to work in the morning while I am kept company by Foster. Even though Carter is secured behind thick walls, I am happy to be with Foster. I’m not quite ready to be alone yet. Where I used to fight with Cole about needing a security detail, now I welcome it, a lingering effect of the whole drama. I make an appointment to see my shrink, whom I haven’t seen in a while, and open my laptop to check email. I’m happy to see a response back from the architecture firm I contacted early last week. I read through their response, which confirms an appointment to meet with the firm’s hiring manager for an entry-level position. I’m so excited, I immediately call Cole.

  “Hey, sleepy head.”

  “Ha… well I might have gotten up earlier if someone hadn’t kept me up all night.”

  “Are you saying you need more beauty sleep? Because I think you’re gorgeous.” Charmer.

  “Listen, I have some news.”

  “Shoot.”

  “Remember when I sent my resume to that architecture firm? Well, guess who has a meeting next week with the hiring manager?” It’s only an interview, but I’m actually bouncing around talking to him.

  “Wow. (silence) Are you sure you’re ready?” My excitement is immediately doused. What the fuck, Parker?

  “Can you tell me what that means? Be specific. Do you think I’m NOT ready? Because I am super excited about this, I was excited to share it with you, and you just made me feel like crap.”

  “Stop, I’m not looking for a fight. It’s just with everything that’s happened, I don’t want you to rush or push yourself. I’m worried, baby, that’s all.” Damn him. I can’t be mad at him for being thoughtful, but why does he want to smother me just as I’m finding wings again?

  “Cole, I know you only want what’s best for me, but you can’t treat me like some fragile victim from now on. You are the one who said you just want to start our life together. Well, this is what it looks like. I don’t want to be on hold anymore! And I am deliriously happy being your wife and spending your money and living in this amazing penthouse, but I am young, I have interests and dreams, and I don’t think you would want me if I was some dim witted little damsel in distress. I want to be myself again, with goals and plans and a future we can look forward to together. I need you to support that and get on board. Yes or no?

  “Mia, if you are done putting me in my place, then I will make sure to bring dinner home. Make sure you have champagne ready, for your celebration.” I can tell he is smiling through the phone, and I’m sure it matches the smile that is plastered on my own face.

  “Is that all I should have ready, champagne?”

  “If you are asking, then I will expect you in garters and those lovely black heels you have with the red bottoms.” I hear the clicking on his keyboard stop.

  “… just the garters and heels?” I say this in a whisper. Knowing I have his full and undivided attention makes my body hot.

  “Where are you, Mia?”

  “Our room.”

  “Lie down on the bed.”

  “I’m down…” My body is on fire.

  “Listen to me very carefully, Mrs. Parker. I want you to close your eyes and run your hands down your body. Are you doing that, Mia?” Oh yes I am!

  I can barely make out an audible answer; my throat is so dry. I am already breathing heavily, my body responding to his voice and commands.

  “Put your fingers on that gorgeous clit and start slow. Can you feel me rubbing you? Can you feel my fingers pushing inside you?” He is growling low into the phone and his voice makes me shiver.

  I arch my back to ease the desire, but it doesn’t work. I am soaked for him, my body building toward climax when I suddenly hear through the phone, “Mr. Parker, there are some gentlemen here to see you.”

  I gasp and giggle, caught completely off guard. Cole sounds amused, saying, “I guess our fun is cut short for now, but I will pick up where we left off tonight, baby.”

  “I love you, Cole.”

  “You more.” We hang up.

  I cut Foster loose a half hour before Cole gets home, to get myself ready for the night ahead. We’ll be celebrating my interview, but I ‘m definitely hoping he will celebrate my body, too. I choose some sexy lingerie, light the candles, and set the table in a romantic spread.

  Checking the clock I know he will be home any minute, so I arrange myself at the table, trying to look seductive. After five minutes, I try his cell. After fifteen, I call his office. After a half hour, I leave a message for Foster.

  I will not assume the worst, I will not assume the worst. This is the mantra I keep repeating. It’s not unlike Cole to work late, and after taking so much time off lately he needs to put in some incredibly long hours to catch up, so it may be nothing.

  But it isn’t like him to not answer his phone or call me right back… and where the hell is Foster? Stay calm, Mia. Cole will walk through that door any minute and you can’t let him see how off the rails you are.

  After an hour of calling, texting, and leaving messages, I change into sweats and wash my make-up off. I sit down on the couch and flip on the television. I leave it on the news, wanting some background noise. They’re talking about a girl who was murdered in her apartment. Apparently, she was dead and left unfound for a month. Ugh.

  I flip the TV off and toss the remote onto the couch. How does someone go forgotten for months?! That poor
girl…

  Lost in thought, I almost miss seeing my phone screen light up. I grab for it and hear Foster’s voice.

  “Mia… Cole has been arrested for the murder of Carter Williams.”

  Wow! I don’t even know where to begin, this feels like a dream. Just knowing that people are reading my words makes my head spin and I am so unbelievably grateful!! Words could never express how deep my gratitude runs for all of you but most importantly the people that have held my hand and given me such strength. Thank you to my girls, my soulmates, Gretchen, Ellie, Dionne, Britt, and Tye…I would never have had the courage to do this if it wasn’t for you. Gretchen, you are the devil because the devil is in the details!!! You literally helped this story come to life! You are the best car note-taker ever!

  Thank you to the best editor in the world, Beth Kallman Werner! Your patience and guidance have meant the world to me. Thank you for always knowing exactly what it is I am trying to say and helping me to get there.

  Verdette Ibong-Konkol, you are amazing. I don’t know where you get your energy but thank you for putting it all to use and helping me get this to everyone who wants to read it!

  Thanks to Sarah @Okaycreations for designing the most exquisite cover! I love it so much.

  Big shout out to @champagnedesigns for the formatting my book and making it beautiful!

  Huge shout-out to the bloggers and reviewers for taking a chance on a new author and giving me so much love!! You guys are simply the best and I am so thankful for all you do!!

  Thank you, everyone, who reads this! I will be forever grateful that you chose me!

  Lastly, thank you to my husband and babies, for enduring endless hours of my fretting and losing my shit because I was freaking out over this process! You guys gave me so much love and support and you never, ever doubted I would be a success. I love you more than I ever knew I could and I am always a success because you love me.

  Trilina is an author, wife and mama to three rowdy kiddos. She resides in California with her family enjoying the sun and outdoors. When she isn’t making grilled cheese sandwiches she can be found writing saucy novels that titillate and excite her readers.

  Trilina always had a love for writing and she is excited that she can share her stories with you!

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