Page 53 of Ruthless Wars

I don’t know if it’s the lust in his eyes or the sweetness of bringing me my choice of coffee. Or maybe it’s that he possesses the rock-solid body of the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on. Hell, it could be the guilt of keeping something like this from him. Whatever it is, it’s set in my mind to kiss every part of Coop except his lips.

My fingers drag along his length, and he moans, keeping his dark, fiery eyes fixed on mine. But there’s something more behind his stare, and it hardens his expression.

“Kiss me,” he demands, as if reading my thoughts and peeling back my secrets. His hand fists my hair, and my lips part. His mouth is hot, barely grazing mine. “Now, Margot,” he growls low, like he knows it means something if I don’t.

The second my lips touch his, his kiss is raw and savage, and consumes me as I tighten my hold on him. My breathing is frantic and my stomach’s in knots, and I hate myself for ever keeping anything from Coop.

But I can’t tell him. It’s not my secret to tell.

His kiss eases, and when he pulls away, he cups my jaw in both of his strong, warm hands. “Look at me, Margot.”

I do, lifting my heavy lids, already worried at the words to come.

Coop’s expression is a mix of serious and soft as he speaks just above a whisper to my lips. “There are things you can’t tell me. And things I can’t tell you. It’s the world we live in. I knew that the moment I found you at the opposite end of a negotiating table. But we’re not at the office, and this isn’t business. I don’t want it coming between us. Unless there’s a secret between us. Is there?”

“No,” I say, sighing out the word.

“No games when we’re alone. Got it?”

Agreeing, I nod. I’m not entirely sure I believe him, but I’m clinging to what he said for dear life in this moment because it’s what I want too.

I want him.

Coop rests his forehead to mine as his thumbs brush my cheeks. “You’re mine, Margot. Every gorgeous inch of you.”

The heat of his lips brings me right back to press another kiss on them, and the firmness of his erection makes my breath hitch.

“You’re mine too,” I say, letting my fingers slide down his chest and abs to slip in the elastic waist of the cotton pajama pants that match the shirt I’m wearing. The twitch beneath them is enough for me to slide a soft finger gently against the outside of his pants, teasing his length as I nibble on his neck.

A low rumble builds within his throat, and I slip the pajama pants off. Sliding both hands around his heavy shaft, I stroke it gently at first, then with just enough pressure that a thick bead of precum covers the head.

I fall to my knees, and his fingers tangle in the long waves of my hair as my tongue slices across the top of his dick for a lick, then swirls around it.

“Ah.” He hisses out a breath, grinding his hips just enough to my lips to fill my mouth with a good amount of his cock, but not all of it.

“That’s it,” he says with a groan, and I swear I can feel every vein of his cock pulse in my palms and along my tongue.

Between the sounds of his moans and how incredibly good he tastes, I’m about to come unglued. It makes me suck harder, working my mouth up and down his shaft, timed perfectly with the rhythm of my hands.

And my hands are putting in overtime because, let’s face it, there’s no way all this hugeness is fitting in my mouth, no matter how hard I try. #limitations.

“Fuck. Yes. Just like that,” he says, both pain and pleasure in his words, probably from doing his damnedest not to come.

Maybe it’s my competitive streak, but it’s seriously getting me hot. So much so, I swear someone just tossed kerosene on my crotch.

Of all the times I’ve wished for an extra pair of hands, right now takes the cake.

“No, you don’t.” He heaves in a breath before tearing himself completely from my lips.

Before he can step away, I let him in on a decision I've just made. “It's a great day to go bareback.” The desperate lust behind his eyes is priceless, and it's clear. He agrees.

In a few swift moves, he’s lifted me to my feet, tugged my shirt free, and spun me around to press my hips against the balcony. Forcefully, I'm buck naked, facing the ocean, and more turned on than a nuclear power plant.

“If you make any noise, absolutely everyone will hear you,” he says, rubbing the head of his cock against my soaked, swollen pussy lips. “They’re all right below us in the kitchen, getting breakfast ready.”

I control my breathing as he inches his thick length deep inside until I feel like I’m going to explode. It feels so good. He always feels so good. My knees quake as I pant frantically, and I brace myself against the railing with both hands. “Oh God,” I huff.

“Fuck, you’re telling me,” he says low, the heat of his breath feathering across my shoulder.

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