Page 70 of Craving Cooper

“After we kissed this morning. They were too uncomfortable.”

“And you’re more comfortable like this, are you?”

“Not right at this minute, no.”

I tip my head, and without taking my eyes from his, I move my hand up to the waistband of his pants, unfasten the tie, and lower them down far enough to release his cock into my hand. He gasps at my touch, and I lower my gaze, letting out a sigh when I see how magnificent he is, my fingers playing over the silky softness of his erection. It feels heavy in my hand, and impossible to grip… my thumb and fingers refusing to meet, even at the tip, as I stroke him from there to the base, and back again.

“Fuck… that feels good.” He lets his head rock back, breathing deeply, and then lowers his eyes to mine as I increase the pace, my hand gliding along his length with ease.

His breath keeps catching in his throat, but he steps closer, pulling up my skirt so it bunches around my hips and then brings his hand between us and rubs me through the thin lace of my thong.

“Oh… yes.” I part my legs a little, wanting more.

“Your panties are soaking,” he murmurs, leaning in and tracing a line of kisses from the corner of my mouth to my ear. “I like that.” I like it too… although I like it even more when he delves inside, his fingers parting my lips and circling over my clit. “You’re shaved,” he says, leaning back and looking down at me.

“Yes. Is that a problem?”

“Fuck, no.”

He circles a little faster, making me gasp, and I grab his shoulder with my free hand, clinging to him.

“Don’t stop, Cooper. Please rub my clit. Harder… harder.” He does as I say, applying more pressure. “Oh, yes… that’s so good.”

It’s difficult to concentrate on what I’m doing, my mind swirling with the building pleasure.

“I’ve got this, babe,” he murmurs, and as though he can read my mind, he flexes his hips into my grip, fucking my hand and making it easier for me to focus on my clit and his expert touch. “Fuck… that feels amazing,” he says, clearly struggling for control. “I’m so close.”

“So am I.”

I grip his shoulder, and he puts his arm around my waist to hold me up, sensing I’m gonna come, just as the front door opens, and we jump apart, a slight squeal leaving my lips, although I clamp a hand over my mouth, both of us hearing the unmistakable sound of Greta… humming a tune to herself.

“She’s back early,” he says, looking down at me. I can’t even think straight, but he instantly pulls my panties back into place and lowers my skirt, straightening it and my blouse, before he pulls up his pants, clenching his fist… like he thinks that might help. It won’t help me. I need to come. Now. “Sorry,” he whispers, even though it’s not his fault, and I smile up at him, trying to hide my frustration as he wanders to the other side of the room, pretending to look busy, while he disguises his hard-on, his back to the door.

“It’s turned really windy out there,” Greta says the moment she opens the door and raises her eyebrows when she sees me standing just inside the room.

“I guess it’s October,” Cooper replies, sounding calmer than I feel. “It’s only to be expected.”

“Yeah.” She looks from me to him. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes.”

We both speak at the same time and she frowns, glancing back at me again before she nods her head and ducks outside again, heading for the lunchroom, no doubt.

I know we only have a few minutes before she comes back, and I turn to Cooper, who looks around, the two of us meeting halfway across the room.

“I knew there would be an atmosphere,” he says, taking both my hands in his, and I have to smile.

“It’s terrible, isn’t it?”

“Yeah…” He rests his forehead against mine. “What are we gonna do about it?”

“I don’t know.”

“I do.” He leans back. “I think you should come to my place after work. I’ll fix us something to eat, and we can talk through how we’re gonna handle this.”

“You wanna talk?” That’s the last thing I want to do, but I guess it’s important that we set some ground rules for working together.

“Something like that,” he says with a grin on his face and I wonder if talking is what he’s got in mind… or if he’s thinking along the same lines as I am.

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