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Cooper chuckles a little darkly, pulling his fingers out of me and yanking my skirt up to my waist. Bless maternity elastic waistbands for this purpose and this purpose only. Then he slides his hands between our bodies, unbuckling his belt and popping his button, unzipping his pants and shoving his boxers down just enough to free himself, and something about his cock hard against my back when we’re both still mostly dressed has me practically vibrating with need.
Laying a hand on my cheek, he turns my face to his and crashes his mouth to mine, pressing his thumb to my chin to open my mouth, immediately slicking his tongue against mine, tasting and teasing until my head spins and my heart thuds in my ears. “Fast and hard, Rhodes,” Cooper mutters against my lips. “We’re playing with fire here.”
I know it’s true, but somehow, with Cooper’s mouth on mine, his scent surrounding me, and every nerve ending I have on fire, I can’t bring myself to care. Breaking the kiss, I lean back to look at him, giving him a sly smile. “Just the way I like it.”
Cooper’s eyes darken, and the way his gaze sweeps down my body and back up, taking in my bare legs, my skirt rucked up to my waist, my rumpled tank, has my entire body on fire. “Lift up a little,” he says quietly, voice laced with need.
He grips the base of his cock with one hand and my hip with the other, helping me stand enough for him to reach down and tug my underwear aside, notching himself at my entrance. I sink down immediately, impaling myself on him in a single motion that has me gasping. Cooper’s hands grip my hips and his lips latch onto my neck, planting open mouth kisses everywhere he can reach while he uses his knees to spread my legs wide, my thighs draped over his so I’m entirely open for him.
I should be embarrassed. I should be worried about someone walking in and seeing us like this. I’m neither of those things. What I am is so fucking turned on that I’ll die if I don’t come soon. And I think he is too because his chest heaves against my back and I feel every muscle in his body coiled tight, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks.
I hope they do.
“Move, baby,” Cooper says in a raspy moan, wrapping an arm around my waist and snaking his other hand up my shirt to cup my breast and shove the cups of my bra down, tweaking one nipple, then the other. It’s like an electric spark straight to my clit, and my entire body throbs. “I need you to move. Ride my cock like you fucking own it, Rhodes, because you do. You own every single piece of me, and right now, I need you to take what’s yours.”
Mine.
His words have possession swimming in my blood as I do exactly what he asked and start to move. I roll my hips, grinding down hard over him, his cock hitting some spot on my inner wall I didn’t even know existed. I moan as pleasure snakes its way down my limbs.
But it’s not enough.
“More, Cooper,” I grit out, moving my hips faster as Cooper licks a path up my neck, sucking my earlobe into his mouth and biting it just hard enough that I let out a muffled cry, desire crashing into me. “I need more.”
“Anything. Everything,” he grunts into my ear, sliding the hand on my breast up to collar my throat, holding me tightly against him, bringing his other hand down to circle my clit in the exact way he knows drives me insane. Every time I grind down on top of him, he thrusts his hips up to meet me, and pleasure coils tight in my belly, ready to snap.
“Ohmygodyes,” I mumble, my words coming out in a jumbled stream as my head falls back against his shoulder and Ibring my arms up, reaching back to grip his hair and tug in the way I know drives him wild.
Cooper growls, tightening his hand on my throat and setting a punishing rhythm, fucking me from below and rolling my clit between his fingers until I’m practically sobbing with the need for release. “Better quiet down, Rhodes,” Cooper rasps into my ear. “Or everyone out there in the hallway will know that Evan Rhodes, their perfect, star senior associate, is a dirty fucking girl who likes to get fucked in her office where anyone could find her. Is that what you want, Ev? You want everyone to know what we’re doing in here? If you’re not quiet, they will. I didn’t even lock the damn door.”
Cooper chuckles darkly, sliding his fingers down and tracing my entrance, stretched wide around his cock, and his resulting groan has me riding the edge, my orgasmright there. “You want everyone to know that I fuck this pussy so well it will never come for anyone but me, ever again? That my cock was made for you, and you were made for me to fill? Tell me, Rhodes.” His voice is ragged. Pleading. “Tell me it’s me for you. Only. Fucking. Me.” Cooper pistons his hips up but doesn’t touch me where I need him most.
“Fuck, Cooper,” I moan out under my breath, trying to stay quiet but losing the battle, my orgasm so close I can taste it. “Touch me,” I beg.
Cooper tightens his grip on my throat and speaks right into my ear, his voice low, his fingers ghosting over my clit but barely touching it before he slides his hand up and rests it on my belly in a move so possessive my breath catches in my throat before I practically sob in frustration, my hips grinding frantically as pleasure coils tightly inside me, just waiting to snap. “Say the words. Tell me you’re mine, because I’m yours, Rhodes. I’m fucking yours.”
Cooper’s words, the plea in them even as he fucks me with abandon, have tears springing to my eyes as my pleasure soars. I’ve been holding so much back from him, even as he gives meeverything. I can’t give him everything yet. I’m not ready. But I can give him this, and when I speak, my words are the truest I’ve ever said. “I’m yours,” I rasp out, my hands gripping his hair tighter, as if I need a tether as I give him this piece of me. “I’m yours Cooper. I’ll never be anyone else’s but yours.”
“Fucking right you won’t,” Cooper grits out in words tinged with relief, sliding his hand back down and thrusting up hard enough to have one of my hands flying down to slap over my mouth and muffle my cry. “So good for me. So wet and tight and perfect andmine.”
My arousal drips down my ass, and this is the wildest, most unhinged ride of my life. All I can do is hold on tight as Cooper slides the hand on my throat up to my cheek, turning my head and looking at me right in the eyes. “Mine,” he repeats. “Now come for me. Make a mess out of us both. Fucking give it to me, Evan.” Cooper seals his mouth over mine and slides his hand around to palm the back of my head as he bucks up underneath me, rolling my clit between his fingers, and I explode around him.
The pleasure is so intense it’s almost terrifying, and Cooper swallows down my cries as my orgasm goes on and on, my legs shaking and my hands trembling with the force of it. Cooper’s hips hammer up into me in chaotic, uneven thrusts until he stills, groaning into my mouth as he spills inside me in hot spurts, his cock throbbing as his release rolls through him.
“Holy fuck,” Cooper mumbles, leaning his forehead against mine, our heaving breaths mingling between us and our hearts hammering out the same beat. With his hands on my hips, he lifts me slightly so he slides out of me, and then he turns me around, tugging me onto his lap and wrapping his arms around me. He reaches one hand out for my seltzer, bringing the glass to my lips. “Drink, baby.” His voice is soft, and as I take a sip of the drink and he presses kisses to my forehead, my cheeks, my neck, claiming me all over again, this time softer, my heart aches with the sweetness of it.
Settling the glass back on the desk, I curl into him, kissing his shoulder and laying my head on his chest, the steady rhythm of his heart in my ear. His hand glides up and down my back, and that love I felt earlier grows and glows inside me. I’m not ready to say the words yet, but I can give him something. I need to give him something.
Lifting my head, I cup his face in my hands. “I meant it,” I say. “That I’m yours.”
Cooper’s eyes flash with emotion as he swallows hard. “I want you to be,” he says with conviction. “I want us to belong to each other.”
I lean forward and kiss him softly. “I know we have things to figure out and talk about and so many words to say, and we will. I promise.”
When Cooper smiles, it lights up his whole face, and I think that it would never be dark again as long as Cooper Wyles is there to smile at me. “I know,” he says, sliding his hands around and gliding his fingers up my sides, stroking the sides of my belly gently. Reverently, almost. Like there are two of us he’s caring for, and for the first time, that thought doesn’t send panic spiraling through me. It makes me feel warm. Settled, almost. “Take as much time as you need. I’m here, Ev, and I’m not going anywhere.”
Cooper leans in and kisses me, and I know we need to get up and get presentable and that anyone could walk into my office at literally any moment, but instead, I hold on just a little bit tighter. Stretch out this moment just a little longer. Because for the first time, with Cooper’s arms around me and his lips on mine, I start to think about the future. And in this moment, it doesn’t seem that scary at all.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
