Page 39 of Ruthless Wars

“Hey, Jean?” Coop asks. “While you ladies are in the midst of a corporate espionage sting, I have an important question. How’s Alli doing?”

“She’s doing great. With all the male attention, I expect she’ll be engaged by midnight.”

He stiffens. “Are you trying to send my blood pressure through the roof?”

Chuckling, she says, “Evie put me up to it.” A distant Hi, Coop comes from Evie. “And if you’re going to put a pretty girl in the midst of a hundred or two single guys, it’s not our fault if she gets some attention. But we’re keeping an eye on her.”

“Keeping her away from men like you,” Evie says, laughing.

From the sound of it, Jean’s moved to a quieter spot and put her phone on speaker too.

“Thanks. I think,” Coop says with a smirk. “She hasn’t texted, so I figured she’s good. But if any sketchy characters start leering, I can be down there in half a second.”

“Yes,” Evie says with a snort. “That’s exactly what we need to quell the recent media frenzy. You coming down, going all Donkey Kong on the young businessmen of Dallas. Don’t worry. She’s good, Dad.”

“Fine.” Coop huffs. “I’ll give her some space.”

“We’ve got to go,” Jean says hastily. “Young Travis is heading out.”

With that, the call is disconnected.

Inwardly cringing, I have to ask. “Am I the only one who didn’t know she was your niece?”

Coop nods and arches a brow. “Pretty much.”

“We’d better get back downstairs.”

But as soon as I move away, he’s hooked my waist, pulling me hard against him.

“We’re not done yet.”

His gaze travels down my strapless cocktail dress. “I know you have to walk out of here with this dress intact,” he says, “so I’ll do my best not to tear it to shreds. But no promises.”

And then his mouth is on mine, the roughness of his five-o’clock shadow rubbing against my lips, tickling me with pleasure and tempting me with the softest pain. Each nibble is electric, making me fevered and dizzy and desperate for more.

A second later, my zipper is tugged down and my dress is pooled at my feet. Braless, my nipples are solid peaks beneath the warmth of his touch. The touch I’ve ached for.

With a few rushed swipes of his tongue in and out of my mouth, I’m shivering, not sure if it’s from the coolness of the room or his soft lips trailing lazily down my neck, but I need more of him. All of him.

When he sucks in a nipple, my back arches, and I claw at his jacket, desperate to rip it off. But his clothes stay on.

“Turn around,” he says firmly, and I do, turning to face the still cracked-open door. “Pull down your panties,” he whispers against my skin, sending a shiver to my core.

Obeying, I do. I hear his belt release, then his pants unzip. As anticipation zooms through me, I stare at the solid door impatiently, already panting. I hear him tear free the condom as he sheaths himself before resting the heavy weight of his cock high on my ass and, God, I want him.

His fingers skate along the round underside of my butt. Taking my hands, he brings them over my head, his one hand pinning both my wrists to the door and forcing it shut.

I suck in a breath as his free hand starts working circles on my clit, teasing me as his tongue slices down my neck and spine.

“I need you,” I whisper, arching my back, eager to take him in. He pushes a finger inside me, and I release a gasp. I’m panting as he slowly slides it out before working his cock to my entrance.

I thrust back, and he scolds me with a smack on my ass. “Patience, temptress.”

Controlled, he presses in so much slower than before, and my knees begin to buckle. By the time he’s thrusting deeper inside, I don’t know how much more I can take.

“Fuck, you’re tight. God, Margot, you feel so fucking good.”

Any woman would be tight with Coop. The man has one of the biggest dicks I’ve ever taken, and candidly, I’ve had my share.

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