Page 48 of Enticed

“How so?” Her hand rests on my thigh as I let out a long sigh.

“The sex is amazing, Penny—like, life-altering. But I enjoy all the time with him that’s not sex too. We have fun, we laugh, we talk and I feel so safe with him. When I said before that I was afraid of what I feel for him—I know I was completely justified in that fear because now that I’ve experienced this with him, what I feel is even stronger than what I imagined.”

“Oh, Clara, honey… that’s amazing,” Penny whispers with pride. “Does he feel the same way?”

“I’m not sure, but I don’t want to ask. I just want to keep things the way they are for a while, Penny. It’s still new and we’re still keeping it a secret. It’s safer this way,” I nod, trying to persuade myself this is the way it has to be.

“Safer for who, Clara? For Cooper? For your friends? Or for you?”

My head shoots over again in her direction at her honesty. “For everyone, Penny,” I grit out and move to stand.

“Don’t let that man get away because you’re too scared to give in to him, Clara.”

“I’m tired. It was a long flight and I need to unpack,” I start to walk down her porch and across the yard to my house, ignoring the words she just threw at me.

“Running away from the problem only creates distance from the solution, hun,” Penny yells across the yard as I wave her off over my shoulder.

I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I love Penny, truly—but she can’t possibly understand everything I have to lose if I make the wrong decision where Cooper and I are concerned.

Digging through my purse, I locate my keys and unlock the door. The sun is about to set and all I want is to pour a glass of wine and relax on my back porch. I’ve allowed myself one glass of wine just to unwind and have been able to enjoy that instead of turning it into a drinking binge.

But when I stumble inside and rest my suitcase by the door, all plans for relaxation go out the window. Standing in front of me in nothing but a chef’s apron and black briefs is Cooper Walsh in all his naked glory.

“Welcome home, Clara,” he strides over and plants a toe-curling kiss on my lips. My hands wrap around his neck instinctively and I melt into him. Cooper feels like coming home—which in reality is exactly what I just did—but finding him here just made it that much sweeter.

When we finally break apart, I ask, “What are you doing here? What is all this?” I scoot around him and peer into the kitchen where I see the oven on and smell Italian spices and roasted tomatoes.

“I made you dinner. I found your key hidden under the rock out back—not the most original hiding place, might I add. But I figured you’d be too tired to cook and are probably sick of eating out after this week, so I made my mom’s lasagna and some garlic bread.” Cooper’s mega-watt smile of pride is blinding, and so is the vision of his naked chest under that flimsy excuse for an apron.

“So what’s the outfit for then?” I tease as I trail my fingertips up his arms and down across his chest, reaching under the apron to cup the length of him in his briefs. The deep growl I’m rewarded with instantly makes my body alive with need. It’s been a long week and luckily, I had my period while I was out of town—so I am horny and fully ready to be worshipped.

“That’s just for you. I figured a good visual to go along with the food would help you perk up.”

“Seems to me you’re the one who’s perked up,” my eyes bounce down to his erection while I continue to stroke him through the fabric.

“Damn straight. Dinner’s got fifteen more minutes. Interested in an appetizer?” He smirks and then unties the strings of the apron around his neck and back. And all of those muscles and ridges I have memorized now tease and torment me as he flexes and I giggle at his move.

“Hell yeah. I’m starving,” I say, pulling his lips to mine and we fumble over to the couch. I slide off my capri yoga pants I always wear while traveling, and chuck my shirt and bra across the room before straddling Cooper on the couch, rubbing my dampened panties along his cock still covered in his underwear.

“Fuck, I missed you, Clara,” he mumbles between kisses, pulling my hair to extend my head back as he licks and sucks on my neck.

“I missed you too. I missed this,” I moan as I rub him between the legs. He pushes me up and discards his briefs when he stands, so I follow suit and rip my thong down my legs as well. Cooper rushes down the hall to my room to retrieve a condom from his pants, ripping the foil and jacketing himself while he walks back down the hall to me, his muscular legs eating up the space with each stride.

It’s erotic to watch this chiseled man so pumped full of need for me that he fists his cock and protects us both on his way back so he can claim me the moment we’re reunited.

I push him back down on the couch and place myself back over his lap, each of my knees resting on either side of his hips. Cooper reaches down to line himself up to my entrance and I waste no time submerging his dick deep inside of me.

“Oh God, yes,” I melt as I start to move up and down his length. Cooper’s eyes are trained on me as I ride him, intently studying me with his heated gaze. He’s entranced by my movements, and I’m entranced watching him watch me.

“You like watching me ride your cock, don’t you, Cooper?” The rasp of my voice makes me sound like I spent all night singing out loud at a concert, but I’m so turned on right now, it’s making it hard to speak.

“Fuck yeah I do, woman. You are so fucking hot, Clara,” he says before pulling my mouth to his as I continue to glide up and down him.

“I love fucking you,” I say as I feel the bloom of my orgasm taking shape deep in my belly.

“I love fucking you too,” Cooper replies, gripping my hips and watching the space between our legs where we’re joined as he slides in and out of me. His thumb rubs my clit as I bounce up and down and it doesn’t take long until I see the finish line.

“I’m gonna come, Coop,” I manage to say as the first wave of my orgasm hits me and Cooper thrusts from beneath to help me enjoy every last tremor. A few more thrusts and he lets out a loud grunt, clutching me to his chest as he finds his own release.

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