Page 126 of Collateral Damage
“Well, I know what your trust fund looks like.” Perry gives him a knowing look. “You should’ve done this from day one.”
Cooper smirks. “Yeah, well, I was invested in being here when a certain someone came to set.”
The look he gives me is so hot that my insides practically burn up. Suddenly, I understand why someone might be uncomfortable. I want to rip his clothing off, and considering his bedroom is steps away, I plan to do that once everyone leaves.
“Rent something. Buy something. Whatever. But figure your shit out.” Perry grabs his things. “I’m going to go check on my sister.”
Madeline’s been home recovering, improving little by little each day. I’m sure having her family check on her often helps.
One minute later, and it’s just me and Cooper.
“Don’t give me that look.” I laugh. “This is your fault.”
He jumps up and wraps me in a hug, pulling me flush against his body. Dropping his mouth to the shell of my ear, he whispers. “How is this my fault?”
“You started it.” My voice is husky and untamed. Cooper’s body reacts, growing hard between us.
“Are you talking about eating you out on Nantucket?” he asks boldly. “As I recall, we were in a locked bedroom when that happened.”
Locked bedroomonlocation.
“Or maybe it was fucking on the beach that did it?” I ask, teasing him.
“My beach,” he growls. “My house. My woman. What’s wrong with that? If people want to complain, they can complain to my face, not some fucking anonymous form.”
I chuckle. “I’m sorry, baby, but who is going to do that? You’re the boss. That’s kind of intimidating.”
“Do I intimidate you?”
Yes.
“No.” I sigh. “But weareat crew headquarters right now and probably shouldn’t be touching.”
He doesn’t like that.
Fifty-Three
Sybil
Present - Age 27
“My bedroom isn’t technically crew headquarters,” he says, scooping me into his arms. He walks us across the family room to the primary suite.
The idea that he’s going to rent another place to have more privacy for us makes so much sense. He can come to my place, of course, but Soho is not the most convenient spot with so much work happening in this midtown building.
We need somewhere we can sneak away when the looks between us grow too heated to ignore.
He closes the door and presses me against it, taking my lips and instantly deepening the kiss. His hands are frantic as they travel across my body, sliding under my shirt and bra, fingers pinching my nipples before softening with gentle caresses. He repeats the motions, sharp and soft, sending waves of desire through me.
“Do you really think your dad is sending a spy?”
“Maybe, or maybe someone at work is jealous,” he whispers against my mouth. “Do you think it’s because they want me?” He presses his hard-on into my core, and I buck against him. “Or do they want you?”
My brain is mush, but I manage a whimpered, “Yes.”
“I think it’s you, pretty Valentine. You’re more gorgeous than any of those stars upstairs.” He sneaks his hands around my leggings and slips them down my thighs. “As they should be. Too bad for them, this perfect woman only belongs to me.”
“Perfect, you say?” I tease.
