Page 97 of Craving Cooper

“Then take them off.”

“But I don’t have time to go upstairs for some clean ones… not if we’re gonna eat lunch before your next patient. I was gonna go over to the delicatessen, but…”

The obvious solution would be for me to deal with lunch while Mallory goes up to her apartment and finds some clean underwear, but I’ve never been keen on doing the obvious.

“You still can,” I say and she tips her head at me as I lift her down onto the floor.

“How?”

I grab some paper towels, bringing them back, then drop to my knees, remove her panties and clean her up, making sure she’s dry before I straighten her skirt. “There,” I say, standing up again. “Now you can go find us some lunch.”

“With no panties on?”

“No-one will know.”

“Except me.”

“And me.”

She narrows her eyes. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“You bet.” I pull her into my arms. “And so are you.”

I let my hands drop to her ass, squeezing her flesh through her skirt, and she sucks in a breath, letting it out slowly. “How am I supposed to get through lunch when I want you so much again already?”

“Lunch?”

She frowns. “Yes.”

“Were you thinking about putting clean panties on afterwards, then?”

“Of course.” I shake my head and she tilts hers. “Are you saying you want me to stay like this for the rest of the day?”

“I’m not wearing any underwear. Why should you?”

Her brow furrows, and she looks at me thoughtfully for a second. “I guess when you put it like that…” she says, and pulls away, wiggling her ass as she walks to the door. “Is a BLT okay with you?”

“You’re a tease,” I call and she spins around, on the threshold.

“I know. But it was your idea.”

She laughs, the sound fading as she heads out into the reception, and I have to wonder if I underestimated her… and my ability to resist.

My idea didn’t quite backfire, but by the time we get upstairs to my apartment, I’m breathless with need for Mallory, and I think she feels the same. The door has barely closed before we’re tearing at each other’s clothes, and I love the fact that by simply removing her skirt, I can touch her, without even a thong between us. She’s already got my cock in her hand, and I yank my top over my head, kicking off my pants, and then lift her into my arms and carry her to the couch, lying her down and lowering myself between her parted legs. She raises one, resting it on the back of the couch and bends up the other, exposing her swollen pussy to me.

“I’ve been thinking about this all afternoon,” I murmur as I sink into her and she lets out a slow sigh, nodding her head.

“Me, too,” she says. “Do you think it’ll always be like this?”

“Always be like what?” I ask, smiling at the thought of ‘always’.

“Will we always want each other like this, or will that need fade with time?”

“I don’t think my need for you will ever fade.”

She looks up into my eyes. “It’s too strong, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

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