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“That’s right, baby. I’m fucking hard. What are you gonna do about it?”

“Here,” I breathe, and he bucks against me.

“Here,” he growls, pressing a button on the door. The slow whir of the window between the driver and us rising fills the space as he stares at me with heated eyes.

As soon as the barrier is in place, he pushes me back and frees his dick. I quickly drop my shorts and mount him, groaning at the sweet slide when he stretches me wide.

“Fuck,” he groans, grabbing my hips and thrusting into me. It's what I need, and I drop to the bottom with a gasp.

Immediately, he bucks into me as he raises my hips and drops me down. Eagerly, I push off his shoulders and grind to the bottom.

His dilated eyes meet mine and he says, gruffly, “You feel so fucking perfect.”

My heart clenches and with a siren smile, I lean back and play with my clit, gratified when his eyes darken, and he licks his lower lip.

With a flick of my wrist, I moan and hump him harder, until I fall over with a cry and splash his abdomen.

Grunting, he surges into me and pulses before pushing me off at the last minute. I land on his knees with a dazed cry, and he sprays my nether lips with his seed, panting harshly as he tugs out every last drop.

“Fuck,” he pants, collapsing to the seat.

Lazily, I stand as best I can and pull my shorts back into place. I’m completely sated, and half dazed but I still feel a kernel of foreboding at what’s coming next because some part of me is expecting him to pull back.

But I’m surprised when he says gruffly, “Here.”

With a fierce look of concentration, he buttons my shorts before pulling my shirt back into place.

After, I collapse against the seat and stare into nothing, deliciously sore and tired until he pulls my chin around, and says dryly, “Next time, we’re fucking in a bed.”

My heart thrills at the words next time and I smile shyly, lowering my gaze. Being around him creates a wildfire of need inside of me but on the wings of that is panic because I’m scared,I might catch feelings. This can't go anywhere. I’m supposed to be spying on him for fucks sake. Shit.

He searches my gaze, his mouth curving at the corner, and I stare at that damn scar until it blurs, and he leans in, kissing me sensually.

Curling his tongue around mine, he laves me gently, until I’m out of breath before he pulls away and leans back. With an almost absent motion, he pulls me into his arms, and I snuggle deep, closing my eyes against my reality.

I’m fucked.

“We’re here,” Cooper says gruffly, and I sit up with a yawn. The ride wasn’t long, but I definitely dozed, exhausted after my drink and fuck fest.

“Where?” I ask sleepily and his bright eyes soften when he pushes a stray hair behind my ear.

“I’ve got a meeting. You can wait for me in the bar,” he says, before his brows furrow and he drops his hand.

Eyeing him silently I wonder what’s got him freaked out this time, but I have no time to ponder because the door flies open, and Jordan stands on the other side with a scowl.

Cooper ignores him once more as he helps me exit but he avoids my gaze as well and I resign myself to his mercurial mood change while I follow him into another hotel, this one decidedly less fancy.

Glancing around uneasily, I step away from Jordan when he gives me an icy cold stare and nod when Cooper points me toward the bar.

At the entrance, I watch Cooper walk away with Jordan, studying his forbidding frown. This whole getting into Cooper’s world shit is far more complicated than I even imagined. He’smoodier than a chick and has walls surrounding him that are impenetrable.

All this and I still don’t know what Suit wants. I just hope it’s not something completely horrible because for all Cooper’s dick behavior, I kind of like him. Sigh.

I’ve been in seedy bars before. You don’t grow up in the hood without experiencing a few but this one makes my skin crawl. Why the hell is Cooper meeting someone here?

At the bar, I order a gin and tonic, heavy on the gin and find a booth in which I can hide. I can feel the greedy stares of the patrons and although it’s flattering in the at-least-I’m-not-a-total-lost-cause-department, I have zero desire to meet any of these shady fucks.

With nothing better to do, I send a text to Lorri and slurp on my drink while I wait for her to answer, idly tracing the condensation on my glass when Jordan speaks above me.

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