Page 18 of Ruthless Wars

Cradling the coolness of her cheek in the heat of my hand, I suck on her kiss-swollen lower lip before releasing her. “No one’s seeing you but me,” I mutter possessively.

Smiling, she bites her lip and kisses me again. “Are you the jealous type, Coop?”

“Could a man be anything else with you?”

As soon as the ping sounds, announcing our arrival, the elevator doors open and I whisk her into the luxury contemporary space I sometimes call home, usually between business trips. It’s a quiet sanctuary at the top of the world, with only one rule.

No swiping right. No Netflix and chill. And hell to the no to booty calls on the premises. Neighbors are nosy, and women tend to get weird and clingy, especially when they see the digs. Isn’t that why the best pick-up bars are in hotels?

But a penthouse residence at the top of the W is the perfect place tonight. With the lights off, the twinkling Dallas skyline is the perfect backdrop for Margot’s silhouette.

Without the wrap, her dress hides nothing. The smooth fabric hugs the curves of her breasts, her firm nipples peaked against it. My blood pressure spikes as she slips it off, strolling seductively in nothing but heels out of the room and onto the balcony.

“You coming, Coop? Or am I coming without you?”

Chapter Eleven

Margot

Dallas has always been my playground. But tonight, it’s my after-dark one.

I bite back a smile as I watch Coop rush after me. Unable to help myself, I take aim with my panties, flinging them toward his face.

He catches them in midair and smiles as he pockets them. Like those pants are staying on any longer than they have to.

The night air makes me feel free and sexy, wearing nothing but some strappy stilettos and my birthday suit. I don’t know what possesses me, but I lean back against the railing and go to absolute town on myself. Feeling. Exploring. Giving the sexy guy who rescued me a year ago one hell of a show.

Stroke after stroke, I can feel my wetness and hear his groans. Heat is radiating off him so hard, I feel like I’m baking in his gaze.

But the second I arch back, moaning loudly into the night sky, I’m whisked into his muscular arms and cradled against his chest.

“We’re not going inside,” I say insistently. Tonight, I want to be wild and free. And outdoors.

“Well, you’re getting loud, temptress, and I do have neighbors. And there’s no way I’m letting you plummet to your death in the heat of your own arousal. I’m not done with you yet.”

“If you want my groans muffled, that’s your problem to fix.” I bat my heavy lids, and go right back to what I was doing, joining a second hand to my first. The lust in his eyes turns me on more than I imagined any look could. Surprisingly, I’m close.

Burying my face in his neck, I purr into his skin before he places me on a patio chaise. His lips move to mine, his mouth capturing every last one of my moans.

One of his thick fingers makes its way past my swollen lips. When a second finger joins the first, pumping deep inside my core, my orgasm collides on them. Over me. My whole body shivers as he kisses me tenderly.

“Fuck, Margot. You almost came in my arms.”

Heaving, I ask, “Was that a goal? Because almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades, and I like winning.”

I tease him, licking the tips of my own fingers before he snatches my hand, sucking each finger clean. He does the same with his own.

“You’ve lost your goddamn mind if you think I’m letting you do that again. You’re not about to steal my thunder,” he grumbles.

“You call your cock Thunder?” My fingers slip to his pants, unfastening his belt and working to free his stifled dick.

Huffing and determined, he removes his tie and scolds me. “Your hands have done enough for one night.” Binding my wrists with the knotted tie, he forces my hands over my head, securing them to the metal frame of the chaise. “And Thunder is my tongue.”

Slipping Thunder down across the soft curves of my skin, he caresses both my breasts, flicking one nipple as he licks and sucks the other. “My cock is Margot’s master,” he growls before latching onto my nipple ... hard.

My back arches, and again my loud, untamed moan fills the air.

“As much as I’d love to have you scream my name for the great state of Texas to hear, it would result in a noise complaint. And my neighbors are rich assholes just like me. Cops would be a total buzzkill.”

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