Page 69 of Craving Cooper

“Yes?”

Cooper gazes down at me and then comes around to my side of the desk. “Can you look out Mr. Page’s old file for me?”

Everything’s been computerized since before I started here, but some of the older patients still have paper files that Cooper occasionally needs to refer to. Finding them is something he’d normally do himself, though. He knows how the filing system works and doesn’t usually trouble me about it. He’s also not in the habit of coming out here himself when he has a patient in the surgery, and I glance up at him, wondering about this unusual behavior, as he raises his eyebrows, waiting until I get up and turn to the filing cabinets behind my desk.

The files beginning with the letter ‘P’ are in the third drawer down of the middle cabinet, and I bend, opening it, and retrieving Mr. Page’s from close to the front. When I stand and turn to offer it to Cooper, I find he’s moved and is right in front of me, which means he must have been right behind me a moment or two ago, when I was bending over. He takes the file and stares down at me with a playful look in his eyes and then licks his lips in a slow, deliberate move.

My pussy has gone from dripping to gushing and as he moves a little closer, I whisper, “Did you want something else?”

“Hmm… your ass.” His voice is barely audible, but his message is coming across loud and clear, and I have to smile. I can’t help it.

It seems he can’t, either, and he makes three more completely unnecessary visits to the reception over the course of the morning. By the third one, I’m beside myself with need, and I murmur, “You’re not playing fair,” before he goes back into his room.

He doesn’t reply, but just grins at me, which makes me want him even more.

By lunchtime, I scarcely know what to do with myself. My skin is tingling, my body’s aching, and I’m struggling to think straight.

“I’ll be about thirty minutes,” Greta says as she heads for the front door. “I’ve got a few things I need to pick up.”

“That’s okay. Cooper hasn’t got another patient for over an hour.” I watch her go, contemplating lunch myself. I haven’t eaten yet, and I’m starting to feel hungry.

“Mallory?” I hear Cooper’s voice from his surgery and get to my feet.

“Yes?”

“Could you come in here, please?”

I walk over, pushing the door open to find he’s standing right there, waiting for me, a smile etched on his lips. Without a word, he grabs me, his hands on my waist, and pulls me hard against him, walking me backwards to the door, which he closes before I hit it, right at the moment that his lips meet mine.

“I’ve been going crazy all morning,” he says, breaking the kiss just for a moment, although he doesn’t stop for long and is devouring me again within seconds.

“You’ve been going crazy?”

I get my words out as he turns his head, deepening the kiss, and I feel his hands drop from my waist to my ass, kneading my flesh. He does that for a moment, and then pulls away, looking down at me, breathing hard.

“Answer me a question?” he says.

“What do you want to know?”

“Are you wearing a thong like you did last night?”

“Yes. That’s what I usually wear to work.” He moans, sucking in a breath. “Is something wrong?”

“What do you think? I’ve already told you I’ve been going crazy all morning. How the fuck am I supposed to survive the afternoon?”

“I have absolutely no…” I reach between us as I’m speaking, feeling the length of his cock through his scrubs. It’s just as impressive as I thought it would be, but there’s something unexpected and I lean back as far as the door will allow and look up at him. “Are you wearing anything underneath your pants?”

“No.”

I rub him a little harder and he moans softly. “Is that normal for you?”

“No. I usually wear trunks.”

“But you didn’t have a clean pair today?”

He smiles. “I did. I even put them on. And then I had to take them off again.”

“When?”

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