Page 96 of Craving Cooper

I’ve thought of nothing but Mallory all morning. That’s not unusual anymore, but concentrating has been impossible, made worse by the fact that I haven’t seen her since we came down here. It happens that way sometimes, but in the past, it’s never bothered me. In the past, I wasn’t in love with her. I didn’t crave her presence, or long to hold her in my arms.

And I do now.

Now, I don’t feel whole without her, and I can’t wait for my last patient of the morning to leave, or for Greta to follow close behind, so we can be alone.

“Come with me,” I say, locking the front door, and rushing back to Mallory’s desk. She stands, taking my hand, and follows me to the back of the reception area, although she veers toward the stairs while I head to the surgery.

“Aren’t we going up to your apartment?”

“It’s our apartment now. And no, we’re not. I can’t wait that long… besides, Greta won’t be gone for long, so this has to be fast.”

“Hard and fast?” she says, with a slightly breathless hitch to her voice.

“Definitely.” I pull her into my office, closing the door, and even as she’s giggling, I know there isn’t time for the niceties of removing clothes. Not today. I raise her skirt instead, letting it bunch around her hips, then walk her backwards until she hits the countertop, lifting her onto its surface. Her yelp of surprise becomes a throaty moan when I drop my pants, push her thong to one side and enter her. “That,” I whisper. “That’s what I needed.”

“Hmm… me too,” she says as she leans back slightly, creating a space between us, and looks down, her eyes widening. “We look good together.”

“We do.” I pull out, leaving just the tip of my cock inside her, my shaft glistening with her juices, and she licks her lips.

“I love the way you stretch me.”

“I love how tight you are.” The words ‘I love you’ are poised on my lips, but I’m distracted when she reaches between us, circling her middle finger over her exposed clit. “Fuck… that’s hot.” I slam back into her, taking her harder. “After I understood there was no boyfriend in your bed, and before I realized you had a vibrator to work its magic, I used to fantasize about you rubbing your clit.”

“Did you?”

“Yeah. I used to like the idea of you lying on your bed upstairs fingering your pussy.”

“Did it turn you on?”

“Hell, yeah. I imagined you’d be quite rough with yourself… I don’t know why…” I let my voice fade and she smiles.

“Probably because you know me so well,” she says, and lets out a breath as she works her fingers harder and faster over her clit.

“That’s it, babe,” I whisper. “Just like that.”

Within moments, her eyes flutter closed, and she throws her head back, crying out my name as she shudders through her orgasm. That’s too much for me, and even though I’d love to hold on, I can’t. I’m incapable, and I pull out, jerking off over her pussy, her hand, and her thong.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.

“What for?”

“”I didn’t mean to come so soon.”

“I’m not complaining,” she says. “I wanted you so much.”

“I noticed.” She smiles, biting on her bottom lip. I lean in and kiss it free. “Although I should probably be more responsible… or at least try to be.”

“No. I like it this way. I like feeling you… all of you.”

“I like feeling you too, babe. But what if…” She raises her hand, her fingers clamping over my lips to silence me.

“Stop worrying.” She looks so damn happy, I can’t help smiling and I dip my head, waiting a second for her to pull her hand away my lips brushing gently over hers. She’s right. How can I worry when something feels this good? I wonder if I should reassure her that I won’t be going anywhere… that wild horses couldn’t drag me away from her, no matter what, but as I break the kiss, she leans back and looks down at herself, a smile forming on her lips.

“Now I really am a mess,” she says, and I can’t deny she has a point.

“You’re a hot, sexy mess.”

“Maybe, but my panties are soaked.”

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