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“That’s… odd,” he furrows his eyebrows at me, which irritates me a little.

“Why is that odd? We all have our vices. Besides, if you had some here, I wouldn’t have to leave to grab some on the way home,” I move to stand just as Cooper pulls me back down to the bed, pinning me beneath him.

“You’re not going anywhere, woman. I’m not done punishing you yet,” he nibbles on my ear as my body heats up again for him.

“Well, let this be a warning to you then. You better have a freezer stocked with ice cream before I come over next time, or you’re not getting seconds,” I suck and then bite on his bottom lip as his eyes dilate above me. He just gave me two earth-shattering orgasms and I’m desperate for another. “But if your punishments involve orgasms, I may not want to leave.”

“I’ll make sure I have every flavor,” he says as his fingers part me and he pushes his way inside my core, curling his fingertip inside while he reaches for another condom and covers himself.

“Glad to know you take direction well… but, I do have to go home though, eventually,” I breathe out as Cooper works me up again, a devious grin on his face as he watches my body squirm with each thrust of his fingers.

His lips close over my nipple and I stop talking because letters are nothing but a jumbled mess in my mind. I like sex; I love sex—but sex with Cooper is changing the speed at which my world is spinning.

“It’s still early. I’ll have you home before midnight so you don’t turn into a pumpkin,” he mumbles around my nipple before he stands and lifts me up, planting me against the wall with my legs wrapped around him.

“Yeah, orange isn’t my color,” I moan while he kisses my neck and I reach down to stroke his hardened length again.

“Definitely. In fact, I don’t think you ever need to wear clothes again,” he grunts as he thrusts inside of me and fucks me up against the wall—punishing my body with each swivel of his hips until we’re mumbling and groaning so loudly the walls and ground are shaking around us.

That’s not the only thing shaking though. Because no matter how much I convinced myself that finally having sex with Cooper would quell my ache for him, I should have known better than to believe that one night with him would ever be enough. My heart is quaking with this unknown feeling I get when his hands are on me—and I truly don’t think I’m prepared for what happens next.

Chapter 15

Clara

“Someone looks cheerful today,” Cindy greets me when I walk into work the next day, eyeing me suspiciously.

“Well, good morning to you too. What? I can’t be happy to be back at work?” I take a seat at my desk and fire up my computer as I sip on my latte. I have a busy day full of meetings and I’m not quite sure how productive I’ll be.

“No, you can. I just haven’t seen a pep in your step like this in months. It looks good on you,” she compliments me before setting a few files on my desk.

“Well, my trip went really well and I’m just happy to be alive.” That, and I haven’t had sex in months until last night when Cooper reminded me exactly of what I’d been missing.

There was one moment in his condo before I stripped my shirt off when I wondered if I could go all the way—an inkling of Anthony in the back of my mind threatening to ruin the moment. But when I saw Cooper looking at me like I was both precious and beautifulandlike he couldn’t wait to devour me, I forced Anthony out and focused on the man in front of me that I knew would never try to hurt me.

And boy, am I glad I did. Because not only did he fuck me and please me until I couldn’t speak, but Cooper proved that sex is different with someone you know, someone you trust—and that’s a very foreign feeling I’m still trying to process. I wouldn’t say we made love—no, it was definitely fucking. But not once did I question what I looked or sounded like when I came, or whether the lighting showed the stretch marks on my hips and ass from growing so quickly as a teenager. He never made me feel ashamed for the extra ten pounds I’ve been carrying around the past year, or being wetter during sex than I ever have been in my life.

I was pleasured, treasured, and worked sideways by a man that has completely changed my perception of him in only a few months—and I’m blissful and terrified at the same time.

“It’s nice to see you smiling again, Clara,” she says before her eyes find the floor. “After what happened in December… you just didn’t seem like yourself anymore,” she shrugs. “But whatever has helped you bounce back.. well, I hope you keep doing that.” She offers me a polite smile and a nod of her head before exiting my office and leaving me contemplating her perceptiveness.

Cindy thinks I need to keep having sex with Cooper, apparently. And since she’s the best assistant in the world, I feel obligated to follow her advice.

I sit through meetings all morning and afternoon, barely registering all the information I should be focused on because flashes of last night keep popping up in my brain—Cooper’s abs, Cooper’s dick, Cooper’s lips, Cooper’s dick again, Cooper’s abs again—did I mention how phenomenal his abs are? And I know a penis isn’t something you should necessarily worship, but Cooper’s is definitely one of the best dicks I’ve had the pleasure of riding in my life.

I swear I can still feel his fingers on me, in me, caressing my skin in an arousing and sensual way. I can still see how dark his eyes got as he fucked me within an inch of not being able to breathe. And normally I’m not a repeat kind of girl—but I know without a doubt, there will be repeats with Cooper.

When my last meeting finally ends, I gather my things and head home, eager to relieve the ache between my thighs I brought on myself. One night with Cooper and I’m already drunk on him—well, I guess it’s better than drunk at Tony’s. Giving up the alcohol has helped clear my mind and giving in to Cooper has helped suppress the memories that have been haunting me. Add in my sessions with Dr. Martinez, and I’m starting to feel like a new woman. But Dr. Martinez warned me that although a newfound change can come on quickly, setbacks will come and are completely normal. The high I’m feeling right now though makes me hope that she’s lying.

Netflix awaits me after I change my clothes and settle into the couch, shoveling food into my mouth as I check my phone for the hundredth time today. The fact that I haven’t heard from Cooper today after last night leaves me feeling unsettled.

I’m still not sure what to make of our circumstances. That he agreed to keep things between us provides some relief, but I also know that sex with him is something I want to do again, regardless of where it may lead. He scratched an itch and my sex drive has been reawakened and is festering. I know we should keep things casual, but this is the first time in my adult life where I actually want to hear from the guy the day after we slept together.

Oh God, what’s wrong with me? Is this what normal women experience when they start falling for someone? Am I already falling for Cooper?

No, that’s impossible. We only had sex four times, in two hours. I’m just high on orgasms right now.

A rattle of the gate on the side of my house pulls me from my thoughts and instantly makes my heart pound in my chest. I can hear the beat in my ears as the gate shuts, followed by a clicking noise and something that sounds like a plastic bag as fear takes over my body. My eyes get wide as I sit deathly still, waiting for the next noise, hoping that my mind and ears are just playing tricks on me.

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