Page 70 of The Most Perfect Wrong

He groans softly, and so obviously rearranges his dick that I have to bite back a laugh. “We shouldn’t be talking about this, Cooper.” He drags a hand over his face. “We’re at work. This could blow up in both our faces.”

As if that’s ever stopped us.

I keep my tone light and easy. “We’re just talking, Ryan. You asked a question, and I answered.”

“You are such a fucking tease.”

I smirk. “Good thing you have that date tonight. It might help you get rid of all this… pent-up tension.” I slip off my shoe, dragging my foot slowly up his calf. “I’ve got plans for mine.”

He jerks his foot away, and I can’t tell if he’s pissed or so turned on he’s barely holding it together. “Jesus, Cooper. I can’thave you tempting me like this unless you’ve broken it off with Brad.” His voice is low, restrained. “I’m not that guy. But I only have so much willpower… Don’t start games you can’t finish.”

I trail my fingers to the top button of my blouse, watching his jaw tighten as I test his limits. I pop the button open slowly. “Who said I don’t plan to finish?”God, this is too easy.

“You live with another man,” he says sternly. “And if I’m doing this, I’m all in. I’m not sharing you—not only because it’s wrong, but because I want all of you. No games. Period. It’s him or me. Your choice.”

He turns back to his laptop while his words soak into me like a drug hitting my bloodstream.All of me?My stomach flips, a mix of excitement and fear. This isn’t the playful Ryan I’m used to—this is him being real. He’s serious. He wants me to leave Brad… for him. But what if the second I walk away, he loses interest? What if this is all about getting me into bed, and once he does, it’s over? Just like everyone else.

Except Ryan’s not like everyone else. At least, I don’t think so.

God, it’d be so much easier if I could just have him on the side. No complications. No heartbreak. Just Ryan when I need him. But that’s not how life works. He’s not a goddamn bandaid—he’s a person. A really great person.

I swallow hard, my heart pounding. “Do you really mean that?”

His eyes lock on mine, intense, serious. “What doyouthink?”

It’s strange how comfortable I feel staring into his eyes, holding his gaze. But as my pulse races and a twinge of panic builds, I find myself deflecting. Before I even realize it, I’m making a joke, trying to break the tension because I don’t know how to handle it.

“You sure you don’t want to cancel your date? The bathrooms would be perfect for a quickie.” I tease, leaning forward, my blouse dipping just enough to give him a good look. “You really going to wind me up like this and send me home to my vibrator?”

He scoffs, clearly unimpressed. “You’re unbelievable. So what, I either fuck you, or you’ll keep torturing me and go home to your fiancé?”

I cross my legs deliberately, letting a playful smile spread. “If that’s how you want to put it… then yes, that’s exactly how it’s going to be.”

He lets out a low chuckle, his gaze darting briefly to my chest before meeting my eyes again. “Fine,” he murmurs. “You wanna play games? Let’s play games.”

His voice drops, his tone darker now. “Then I hope you think about all the dirty things I’d do to you while Brad’s on top of you. Like bending you over my desk, taking you from behind. Or how a girl in college once told me I was so good at eating pussy, I ruined her for life.”

Oh, sweet Jesus. What is he doing?

“But you remember, don’t you? You came… how many times was it again? Five?” He leans back, a smirk pulling at his lips. “I lost track, honestly. I was too busy memorizing the sweet sounds of you coming in my ear.” He straightens, snapping his laptop shut with purpose. “Seems like I might actually enjoy this little game you’re playing. I’m free now, Cooper, nothing holding me back. Got a date with Liz tonight.” He glances at his watch. “In fact, it’s time for me to go meet her. If I managed to get someone as stunning as you into bed on the first try, I’m sure that Liz won’t be hard to convince. Meanwhile, you get to go home to your vibrator… or worse, Brad.”

My body reacts instantly: a steady thrum builds between my thighs, my pulse races, and my breaths become shallow.

Fuck.

As he stands, he leans in close, his breath warm against my ear. “Hope he makes you come as much as I do.” He pulls back, flashing that teasing grin. “You’re right; this will be fun. I’ve gotta go. Maybe I’ll fuck Liz so well, it’ll push you out of my goddamned mind.”

I quickly shove my things into my bag and follow him, catching up at the elevator. I grab his arm, my gaze locked on his. “You won’t, though,” I say, trying to keep my tone confident. “You’ll end up going home to jerk off.”

The elevator doors slide open, and Ryan stabs the button for the lobby as we enter.

Damn. What if he clicks with this girl?

“Won’t I?” he says confidently.

I take a breath, steadying myself. “No, you won’t.” I force a small smile, as if I’m sure of it—even if a part of me isn’t. He wants me. He’s made that clear. But now, there’s competition.

With a surge of boldness, I shove him against the elevator wall as the doors close. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I press my body flush against his. “You’ll be too busy wishing it was me on this date, and when you get home, you’ll jerk off to thoughts of me… my mouth on your cock, sucking you so deep you wouldn’t last a minute. I bet that’s all you’ll think about tonight—the way I’d take you, the sounds I’d make, and how I’d swallow every drop when you come.” I pause, leaning into his ear, and whisper, “You remember how good I am too, don’t you, Ryan?”

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