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“What do you want?” I ask, hoping to make the issue better.

Paco points to his own chest and innocently lifts a brow. “I’m not the Alliance, so it’s not what I want. It’s what they want. And at this point, I suspect they just want the media frenzy to go away. We all know the game. It works best in the dark, and being in the spotlight is the last thing anyone needs.”

Paco polishes off his coffee, then stands, straightening a suit that looks out of place in the casual eatery, yet fits his demeanor perfectly. Margot and I stand too. I’m still holding her body against mine, and she’s leaning into me.

“I don’t know what you’ll do. But you’ll think of something,” Paco says, giving Margot a light kiss on the cheek, then clapping me briskly on the shoulder. “Oh, and I programmed my number in your phone if you need me. Under the initial P.”

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Margot

Without a word, Coop drags me behind him, right across the street into the Diamond Fitness Center. And I already know I’m about to get a workout.

He moves behind the desk, not asking for permission of any sort. The clerk greets him with, “Hey, Coop,” but seems unconcerned at him rummaging through paperwork, then taking over her computer.

“Hi, Shauna,” he says, staying focused on the sleek monitor accenting a well-kept workspace.

“You must come here a lot,” I tease, leaning over the counter to sneak a peek at what he’s up to.

A devious half-smile curls his lips as he tilts the screen just enough that I can’t see a thing. My suspicion grows when he points something out to Shauna, and she beams at me with a huge grin.

Without another word, he tucks a small key ring in his pocket. He grips my hand in his and we’re off, down a hall and up a staircase that looks less like a fitness center and more like a hotel lobby.

I’m hit with a wave of scents that are light. Fragrant. The empty hall at the top of the stairs has closed doors on both sides, but it’s the large double doors at the end of the hall that Coop unlocks.

He pulls me to him in the dark room, pressing me up against the wall before the doors are completely closed. His lips are hard on mine, and his week or so of stubble is different—rough against my mouth as he’s desperate to plunder it.

His tongue penetrates my open lips, and I’m more his than I ever was. His hands move down my thighs, quickly finding my panties beneath the skirt of my summer dress. They’re no souvenir. I jolt as they’re ripped from my skin.

I love what he does to me. I don’t want him. I need him.

“I’ve missed you,” I say, perhaps for the first time in my life.

His kisses soften but his hold tightens.

Reaching down, I explore his sweats, and my strokes against his length force a savage growl from his throat. When he shoves his pants down, my hands caress the hardness of his shaft, and I feel warm wetness pooling between my legs.

He hoists me up against the wall, spreading my legs and working the velvet length of his cock back and forth across my soaked sex, coaxing me to want more, making me writhe and groan. And beg.

“God, I need you.”

“Say the magic words, temptress,” he demands with a low grumble. The head of his hard cock rubs against my clit and down my slick folds, settling at my entrance where he barely presses in. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I say breathlessly, and he unleashes a thrust so hard, he’s buried to the hilt and I’m struggling to breathe.

“That’s it. Every bit of you is mine, Margot. Starting with this tight little pussy.” Slowly, he drags himself out, and I’m already bracing for what’s to come. “Say it again,” he growls before sucking in my lower lip.

I’m sure I’ll pass out, but I go with my gut. The words “make me” barely escape my lips, and the full length of his cock has spread me so far, my head falls back against the wall and I’m seeing stars.

He groans, pushing his cock in and out, and with each pass, I fight back my climax. Or at least try not to surrender to it instantly. But the way he’s forcing himself in, stretching me wide, filling me, I know I can’t hold out.

His nip on my ear makes me release a cry. He balances the weight of my ass on one hand, and the thumb of his other hand finds my clit. I come so hard—and loudly—I bury my face in his neck, desperate to quiet my screams as my climax clenches every inch of his length.

Coop pounds me faster, and after a few more hard thrusts, he’s bucking and groaning, pumping all he has into me until he’s completely spent. His tense muscles relax with his heaving, and I kiss away the remaining strain in his neck.

I’m delirious in the moments of catching my breath, basking in elation, and settling comfortably in the nest of his hands when he hits me with four little words.

“I love you, Margot.”

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