Page 20 of Touch Me (Complete Collection)

She brushed her teeth swiftly and glared at her reflection furiously, before looking around for something to wear. A white shirt hung on the peg behind the door, and she slipped it on. It came halfway down her thighs so she didn’t need panties for the time being. She rolled the sleeves up and headed out. Cooper was sitting on a kitchen stool. One look at him and her worries allayed. Toothbrush pile meant nothing. Cooper was too good to be true, but that didn’t meant he wasn’t.

He had made breakfast and there was one plate set out for her. He ate quickly, continuously glancing at his watch and her bare legs beneath his white shirt. “Move your stuff out of the guest bedroom and into ours, alright?”

Jenny blushed. “Ours?”

“Yes. Ours?” He stared at her deadpan. “Do you think you have a problem with that?”

She shook her head “No! Of course not.” Ours. Our bedroom. She tried the words in her mind. They sounded beautiful but she was swamped by apprehension. Cooper was taking this too fast. It was true that they had known each other for years, but they were still getting used to each other. They still had so much to learn. I don’t date. He didn’t date girls. He just slept with them. A piece of sausage got stuck in her throat. He’s just trying to move me into his room because he wants me readily available for sex.

“Actually, I think I’ll keep my stuff in the guest bedroom for now.”

His eyes narrowed and he placed down his fork. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”

She cringed at the ominous look on his face. “There’s no need to…act so…weird. I just want to have my own room if that’s alright with you.”

He shook his head swiftly. “You live with me. We’re living together and we’re sleeping together, and you stay in my room…with me!” Jenny didn’t know if she was annoyed or awed by his stubborn, dominating tone. “Is this about Jason?” He glared into her eyes.

Her eyes widened as large as saucers. “No!” she sputtered. “Of course not! Why would you? Why- ”

“Okay then…if it ’ s not about your ex boyfriend, what’s it about?”

Jenny stared into his eyes. She didn’t have to be scared of him. He was straightforward about everything that he wanted. She had to be blunt about her requirements and issues too. “Because we’re sleeping together. That’s all. It ’ s not like this is a...a…”

He tilted his head, incredulous. “Relationship?”

“Yeah!” she exclaimed gratefully. “We’re not in a relationship.” She was glad that he thought the same way.

He stood up and reached for a kitchen towel, wiping his hands and lips. “Have you lost your mind?” he said with a hint of a smile.

“What do you mean?”

He chuckled, parting his lips and closing them as if he didn’t know what to say. “Do you think we have a …a friends with benefits kind of thing going here?”

She blushed and swallowed. “Aren’t we?”

He grabbed her upper arms gently, pulling her closer. “No, Jenny. We’re not. I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I don’t want that with you. I want you sweetheart, the real kind.”

He pushed a strand of hair off her cheek and she shivered. He was really going all out for her. She was dazed and puzzled. “What’s with all the toothbrushes in your bathroom?” she blurted out before she had a chance to think it through.

He gaped at her and laughed. “Is that what’s fueling this insane idea of yours? About separate bedrooms and all?”

She bit her lip. She was only trying to be careful.

“I got them in bulk once because I travel a lot. There are more in the storage cabinet.”

“Oh.”

He guffawed, sliding his hand around her waist and drawing her nearer. “Is my shirt all you’re wearing?” He instantly changed the topic and Jenny gawked at him, flushing.

“Yes.”

He reached for his pants and undid the belt. Jenny pulled back. “You’re late for work.” But her eyes were glued to his fly as it parted, and he pulled his dick out.

“Work can wait.” He grabbed her waist and lifted her onto the kitchen counter. Jenny found his lips and moaned, kissing him urgently. He dragged her ass off the edge, his cock crushing her clit. “I don’t know how I’m going to fucking work today.”

“Why?” She breathed onto his lips, clasping his shoulders firmly as he eased the long, thick dick into her parted pussy lips. She bit his lip and crushed his body tighter, wrapping her arms around him. He pulled back and pressed his forehead against hers, thrusting deep. Jenny moaned at the sight of his white shirt and impeccable tie. It was so pressed and sophisticated, crushing against her chest. It was incredible how every little thing he did was as arousing as his fingers up her pussy.

“Because I’ll want to be here. Inside you.” He bit her lip and thrust while she lurched and jerked with every move. “Every second…I’ll want to be here.”

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