Page 121 of The Most Perfect Wrong

She hums in response, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure through me. Her pace quickens, her hand stroking in time with her mouth, and my breaths come faster, ragged. I’m on the edge, teetering, completely undone.

“Cooper, I’m—” I can’t even finish the sentence before I’m coming, my release hitting me like a freight train. She doesn’t stop, taking everything I give her, her hand and mouth moving until I’m completely spent.

She sits back on her heels, wiping the corner of her mouth with a satisfied smile.

I chuckle, still catching my breath. “Now get these damn cuffs off me so I can touch you.”

Cooper laughs. “Hmm. I don’t know.” She pulls a key from her pocket. “You’ve been pretty naughty.”

I grin. “Well, you’re making it damn near impossible to behave.”

“I think I’ll need at least one hand for this next part of the investigation.” She unlocks one cuff and swiftly snaps it around the railing. I don’t even care because I’m too excited to touch her.

She tosses the key over her shoulder. “Let’s see if you can earn your second hand back, Ryan.”

I waste no time. My free hand slides up her thigh as she leans into me, her hands gliding up my chest. She gasps softly as I trace circles along her skin, moving higher until—

A distant sound freezes us both.

The door slams shut downstairs, followed by voices. Vivian’s laughter carries through the air, unmistakable.

“Shit,” Cooper whispers, scrambling away from me. “Shit. Shit. Shit.” She drops to her knees, frantically searching under the couch. “Where is it? Where’s the damn key?”

“Forget the key!” I hiss, glancing at the staircase. “Just grab my fucking pants! Hurry!”

She flings my underwear at me instead, her whisper frantic. “Oh my God, why didn’t you tell me they’d be home?”

“We were supposed to be on a date!” I whisper-yell, fumbling to tug the fabric over my hips with one hand. “I forgot everything the moment Officer Sexy showed up at my door!”

Footsteps echo up the stairs, and my heart races. “Cooper, find the key!”

“I’m trying!” she whispers harshly, crawling around on the floor like a cat burglar.

“Just put my pants on me!”

She throws her hands up, glaring at me. “Do I look like I have time for that?” She frantically pushes her dress down, yanking the zipper up as high as it goes.

“Ryan?” Vivian’s voice carries up the stairs.

Cooper pops up from behind the couch, holding the key like it’s the Holy Grail. “I found it!” she whisper-shouts, rushing to me, fumbling to unlock the cuff from the railing.

“Uh… don’t come up!” I yell, panic in my voice, but it’s too late. The lights flip on, and Vivian steps into the room.

Cooper freezes mid-motion, the key in one hand, her other hand gripping my wrist. My boxer briefs are barely hanging on, my pants nowhere to be seen.

I sigh, slumping back against the railing. “Christ,” I mutter.

Vivian’s mouth falls open. “Oh. My. God.” Her eyes shut tightly, but not before an amused grin tugs at the corners of her lips.

Leo’s right behind her, Isla in his arms, his expression shifting from surprise to barely contained laughter. “Holy shit.” He arches a brow, his grin widening. “Seriously, mate?” His voice cracks as he smothers the laughter threatening to burst free.

I drag my hand down my face in agonizing embarrassment, my other wrist still cuffed to the railing, while Cooper attempts to shrink behind me.

“Oh my God, we’re so sorry!” Vivian sputters out.

Leo stands there, clearly reveling in the chaos, arms crossed over Isla, his grin smug. “Well, don’t let us interrupt,” he says, his voice thick with amusement. His gaze shifts between the two of us—me, shirtless and cuffed to the railing, pants nowhere in sight, and Cooper, trying to disappear in her barely-there cop dress. He chuckles. “Honestly, this is the best thing I’ve ever seen. I can’t wait to give you shit about this for the next year.”

Vivian nudges Leo.

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