Page 28 of Interception

Coop leans in and plants a kiss on my cheek. “It’s not like you could top the best man speech I’m going to give. It’s going to be hilarious. If I were you, I wouldn’t want to give a speech that will be measured against a comedic masterpiece.”

“Oh, shut up.” We pull up outside of Victoria’s Secret, which I can see through the now-absent window. “Don’t get me a cheesy wire thong. And no granny panties. Something sexy, but that won’t give me a VPL under my dress.”

“Are you really trying to tell me about lingerie?”

“Yes, because you’re a dude, and therefore, you know nothing about uncomfortable underwear.”

“Trust me. I got this. I can find you something sexy and comfortable.”

“Well, then, you’ll have found the unicorn of lingerie. By all means, good luck. It can’t be done.”

“Oh, ye of little faith. If you haven’t learned by now that I’m skilled with lingerie, then I’ve been doing something wrong.”

“You’re plenty skilled at tearing it off, but that doesn’t mean you can pick it out. I took Faith lingerie shopping right before I turned up on your doorstep. She had no clue what was sexy.”

“Why doesn’t that surprise me? I bet that was fun.”

I start laughing at the memory of sliding under the door to help her. “I’ll tell you about it sometime when we’re not scrambling to get to their wedding reception.”

“Deal.” We come to a halt outside the store. “I’ll be back in five. Don’t break anything else.”

“Anyone can see in the car now. How do I avoid attention after you step foot outside the car looking all super-hot Cooper Danford? You’re going to draw attention in a tux.”

“You think I look super-hot?” He gives me a playful wink and an utterly panty-dropping grin.

“You’re insufferable.”

When he gets out of the car, he shrugs out of his jacket and hands it to me. “If you want to hide, you can always put this over your head. If it were me, I’d say own it, but I know it’ll dent your street cred if you admit I’m your guy.” I know he’s joking with me, but there’s an element of truth and hurt behind his words.

“Go and buy me some panties, and then we can talk.” He leans in and steals a kiss before jogging into the store. As I predicted, shoppers who were just going about their day are standing staring, whispering, and pulling out their phones to get a snapshot of the NFL Titan.

I immediately slink down in the back seat, cloaking myself under Coop’s jacket. The sound of fans scrambling for autographs and requesting pictures with Coop irks me. I’m not sure why—maybe because I like him more than I care to admit. The thought of other women pawing at him to get a picture—turns out I’m a jealous woman. I didn’t know that before now. No guy has ever made me feel real green-eyed-monster jealousy.

It’s only been a few minutes when Coop comes sliding back into the car, slamming the windowless door, and telling the driver to get us to the reception. Once we’re moving, I emerge from under his jacket and am met with a pair of black panties in Coop’s hand.

“Here. If they don’t fit or they aren’t comfortable, I’ll moon the guests at the reception after I give my speech.”

I take them from him and slide them on. Damn, he wasn’t wrong. These feel good, and they’re sexy as hell if I do say so myself.

“As much as I’d love watching you humiliate yourself, you were right. Is this some kind of superpower you have? Buying women the perfect underwear?”

“First, I wouldn’t be humiliated showing my ass. I’m hot, and you could bounce a quarter off this ass, so if anything, I’d be proud to bare it to the masses. Hunter would kill me, but I’d make every woman in the room happy. Second, you’re the only woman I’ve ever bought undies for. I just know every last inch of your body. I could navigate your body blindfolded.”

“Now that’s a thought. I might have to test that theory.” A thrill runs through me at the idea of having Coop blindfolded and at my mercy.

“If anyone is getting a blindfold, it’s you. Oh, the things I could do to you.”

“I’ll make a deal with you. Let me do it to you, and I’ll let you do it to me.”

“Fuck, now you’ve got my cock twitching again. Is there any scenario in which they wouldn’t miss us at the reception if we just went back to my place and got naked?”

“No. You’ll have to wait.” He adjusts his crotch, clearly uncomfortable with the erection he’s now sporting as we pull up to the hotel.

“Great. I’m going to have a chubby in all the wedding photos. You really need to stop being such a turn-on.” The look in his eye is all mischief and heat. His idea to skip out on this is so tempting, I have to remind myself that Faith would never forgive me.

Before I get a chance to answer, Hunter opens the car door to greet us.

“Where the fuck have you been? And what the hell did you do to the car? Faith is freaking out that Zee wasn’t right behind us.” He looks at me before shaking his head. “Can you fix your sex hair and smudged lipstick before you go in front of the camera?”

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