Page 74 of Boss Me

Under the sunglasses, his mouth pinched. After a few seconds of silence, he said, “I’m sorry, Ben. For blowing up at you and for holding myself back. I’ll try to do better. Just—just stay.”

I stepped closer, ready to take him into my arms, but he held up a palm and reached into his shorts pocket with his other hand. While he tapped at the phone, I tossed the ball down the beach again for Coco, who sprinted across the sand.

“Look.” Cooper held out his phone to face me.

I scanned the screen. “A stock sell order?” I scrunched my nose. “I thought we were having a moment here, and you’re thinking about your portfolio?”

“Not a sell. A transfer. To you.”

“To me? Is that Synergy stock?”

“Yes. Don’t get too excited. It’s only about five percent of my holdings.”

I peered more closely at the number. That was a lot of zeroes. “For—for me? Are you sure?”

“I’m breaking up the partnership with Jackson. I want to be your partner.”

I winced. “Cooper, that doesn’t sound like the healthiest way to—”

“Shh. I’m all in, Ben. With you. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

I gazed at the man standing on the sand, the sun caressing the golden waves of his hair and the tanned skin on his cheekbones. All in was exactly what I wanted. What I needed after the long string of men who’d never thought I was enough. I nodded.

He opened his arms, and I stepped into them, notching my face into the valley between his neck and his shoulder.

Snug in his embrace that felt like my parents’ kitchen at Rosh Hashana, a warm sleeping bag on a chilly night, and a latte with just the right amount of foam, I never wanted to leave. If he was willing to try, to give me a peek at the real Cooper Fallon, the one that no one, not even Jackson Jones, ever saw, it’d be worth it.

“Okay,” I said on a sigh.

He ducked his head to kiss me, his lips tugging at mine like he couldn’t get close enough. I opened to him and let him pillage with his tongue. He needed to claim me, the way he claimed the power seat in front of a roomful of executives. Mine, his kiss said.

And because we were equal partners, I nipped his tongue. Mine.

When I couldn’t breathe anymore, I pulled back. I let my lips curl up at the way his chest heaved, too, at the look of desperation on his face. “Care to take this inside?”

Wordlessly, he hustled me through the gate and into the house. Straight down the hall to his bedroom. He closed the door. Coco whined once then thumped against it.

Cooper palmed the front of my pants as he delivered another punishing kiss. God, was he going to fuck me at last? I needed a shower first. I needed—

“Stop thinking. Let me take care of you here, at least,” he growled against my lips. He lowered my zipper and shoved down my pants and underwear. Then he guided me to sit on the bed and knelt in front of me.

“Oh, God,” I whispered.

Not breaking eye contact, he lowered his lips to my dick. He licked the tip. Then he opened his mouth and closed it around the head. Those blue eyes, shot through with lust, said, You are mine. This is mine.

I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity. Cooper Fallon had conquered me.

He sucked me down. It wasn’t the most skilled blowjob I’d ever received, but he made up for it in eagerness. Pressure built in my balls, and the familiar tingle spilled down my spine. I touched his head, a warning. “Cooper, I—”

He stood, fumbled with his pants, and dropped them. Fuck, I almost came then, staring at his dick. It was longer and thicker than mine, with an upward curve. Uncut. And hard, just for me. It was going to feel incredible inside me. I leaned forward, eager to lick the glistening tip, but he yanked me up and took both of us in hand. He didn’t bother with lube but used his thumb to gather our precum and slicked it across his palm.

His big hand engulfed us both, and he tugged us together. My dick slid against his. The tingle at my lower back intensified. I leaned toward him and captured his lower lip between my teeth. Then I cupped his balls, and he groaned, his hand moving faster.

I was about to erupt like a volcano, so I reached lower and ran a finger from his taint to his hole. Without lube, all I did was lay the pad of my finger over it. What could we do to each other later, when we weren’t so desperate for connection, when the make-up sex was over? Did he like to be touched there?

He did. He jerked against me and splattered my shirt, his shirt, and my chin with his come. I shuddered and came, too, jetting onto us both. He gripped me tight through it all. Finally, I slumped into him. He released me and put a sticky hand on my back, holding me up.

I chuckled. “As much as I love make-up sex, let’s not fight like that again, okay?”

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