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I spasm, spasm! And then arch my hips off the table, begging for more. With a sweet smirk, he runs his hands over my thighs and says huskily, “I’m going to eat you out until you come in my mouth.”

“Oh fuck,” I gasp, bucking into his hands.

With a low chuckle, he bends into me and breathes deep before licking between my folds. I keen low in my throat that ends in a long groan when he dips his tongue inside and laps me up.

“Oh god,” I say, writhing under him mindlessly.

He moans against me, and I arch before he slides two fingers inside and pumps, all the while sucking my aching clit in long pulls.

“Oh god. Oh god,” I cry, bucking into him helplessly as the sweet slide of oblivion rushes through me rapidly.

Cooper hums and bites down gently and I shout, convulsing so heavily he has to hold my legs down.

Dazed, I close my eyes as everything explodes before I slowly come down to find him lapping me up gently.

I bite my lip at the sweet sensation when someone says behind us, “Am I interrupting?”

I gasp and Cooper rises quickly, pulling my skirt over my pulsing core.

Instead of laying into the gentleman I can’t see behind him, he smiles at me heatedly and licks his fingers before rasping, “What do you need?”

The small blissful tremors drop away, and I pull to a seated position before jumping from the table on wobbly knees.

Cooper reaches out to steady me, but I cringe away thoroughly humiliated by his nonchalance.

His brows slam over his eyes, before he sighs and turns to the guy standing at the threshold.

“It’s time for press pictures. Clean yourself up,” the man barks before he exits the room. It’s the same douche who caught Cooper feeling me up at dinner, and I’m fucking annoyed it had to be him, of all people. Creep.

Once he’s gone, Cooper turns back but I avoid his gaze, because tears of embarrassment cling to my lids and I have zero desire to show him just how much my chest hurts.

I suppose I should be thankful he didn’t fuck me before treating me like a whore. Whatever.

“Minnie—“

“Save it,” I cut in, stepping around him.

“Hold on,” he says, turning me around.

Pulling from his grip, I meet his glittering stare before it drops to my heaving chest and back.

“What?” I snarl, frustrated that my body pulses at the attention.

“It wasn’t my plan for him to fuck this up,” he says in a placating tone. “If you’ll wait for me, we can finish what we started.”

I stare at him like he’s grown two heads until his eyes ice over and he says coolly, “What’s the problem?”

“The problem,” I say rigidly, “is that I’m not a whore and you just made me feel like one.”

His eyes darken as he grabs my chin. “I don’t remember you complaining when you were bouncing around on my tongue.”

Gasping, I pull away and say stiffly, “I wasn’t talking about that. But it’s clear you’re fucking oblivious, and I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” he growls.

“It means, you’re so used to fucking and forgetting that you don’t know how to treat a woman as anything more than a fuck toy.”

He steps back, the scar over his lip white when he grimaces and says, “Maybe if you hadn’t acted like one, this wouldn’t be a fucking problem.”

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