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A moan escapes me.

Cooper:Fuck, Ryan. When can I cum?

Ryan:Not yet. I want you to hold it. Feel it build, feel the tension, knowing you can’t cum until I tell you to.

Cooper:I can’t wait. I want it now.

Ryan:Oh, you can. And you will. Now… stop. Right there.

Cooper:What? Are you serious?

Ryan:Yeah, stop. Don’t move. Keep your hand right where it is, but don’t you dare finish.

I do exactly what I’m told. And it almost kills me. The pulsing of my desire drumming in my ears as I barely hold on.

Cooper:Ryan, please… don’t make me wait. I need this.

Ryan:Oh, I know you do. But you’re not going to get it. Not today.

Ryan:Because if you want me to make you cum… you’re going to have to leave Brad. No more games, Cooper. No more teasing. You want this? You want me? Then make it happen.

What the actual FUCK?

Cooper:Ryan, don’t be an ass.

Ryan:You’ll just have to wait, babe. Enjoy the frustration. Maybe next time, we’ll finish what we started… but only if you’re free. Merry fucking Christmas.

I send him the middle finger emoji, and run inside to find my bullet from my purse. I can’t believe him. What a dick…Ugh—and a dick I still want… in more ways than one.I settle under my blanket and find my release. Then, feeling content, I snap a picture of my bullet and send it to him.

Cooper:Guess I don’t need you after all.

I smile, satisfied.

Chapter 24

COOPER

The afternoon is complete chaos with Mason opening all his presents. It’s adorable, and it makes me hope that I’ll have kids one day. But then I look at Brad, and an uneasy feeling washes over me. Do I really want to have kids with Brad?

I glance at my dad, and a wave of sadness hits as I think about how different my life might have been if he hadn’t cheated on my mom. If he’d been home more, a loving and devoted husband and father. I love him, but it sucked going through that. I’d never want my kids to feel the way I did. A lump forms in my throat, and I excuse myself.

I wander into my bedroom and plop onto the bed. Brad’s phone sits on the nightstand, charging. I pick it up, curious. Six text notifications light up the screen. I swipe up but hit the locked screen and need a password. I type in a few guesses, convinced that if I could just get in, I’d find evidence of him cheating again. But nothing works. And the fact that I don’t know his password really irritates me.

I set his phone back down and stare at the ceiling. A few minutes later, Brad comes in.

“Hey, baby. What are you doing up here?” He lies down next to me.

“Oh, I just wasn’t feeling great,” I lie.

He turns on his side and slips a hand under my sweatshirt, his thumb brushing over my skin. “I feel like you’re avoiding me.What’s going on?” But all I can think about is Ryan’s text about his hand under my sweatshirt.

I turn to him, frowning. “What’s your password to your phone?”

Brad scrunches his forehead. “What?”

“What’s your password?”

“Baby, we have passwords for a reason. I’m not giving you my password.”

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