Page 39 of Clinch'd

I’m alone in bed now, and with a yawn, I escape into the bathroom to pee.

To my surprise when I look in the mirror, I see a version of myself that reminds me of my mom. I’ve never considered myself particularly pretty but right now I feel beautiful. But on the wings of that is unease because while I’m enjoying my time with Cooper it must come to an end.

I cannot afford to lose sight of this, or I might just lose myself altogether. I’ve had my fair share of heartache including losing her at a young age but the one thing she taught me unintentionally is not to define yourself via a man.

Shaking my head and looking to escape the images that still haunt me, I brush my teeth with my finger and the toothpaste left out on the counter before smoothing my hair back.

Perhaps today I will just enjoy looking and feeling like a siren and tomorrow I can worry about the ramifications. I deserve a good day, right?

When I emerge, the bedroom is still empty. Slipping on Cooper’s shirt and secretly delighting in the act, I poke my head out the door and see him sitting at the table in the great room which is much bigger than mine.

His head is bowed while he chews, and I take a moment to admire the view before sucking in a deep breath and walking toward him. Despite all the sex last night I feel inexplicably shy this morning.

Last night felt intimate and real and my heart is pounding wildly in anticipation of what will happen next.

Will Cooper be his easygoing persona or the one that feels achingly distant?

His head comes around when I stop at the table and his mouth curves in a smile as he looks over my tits poking at his shirt, down my bare legs and back.

I’m relieved and once again, unease tingles through me. This is so fucked up.

“Mm,” he says, pulling me into his lap and kissing me sweetly. “Morning.”

His husky baritone cascades down my spine like chocolate over ice cream and with a small sigh I murmur, “Morning.”

“How did you sleep?” he rumbles, burying his head in my neck and biting down gently.

I can feel his erection against my ass cheeks, and I squirm with a small groan, shivering when he smiles against my neck.

“Mm, I think I’m ready for breakfast,” he murmurs, picking me up easily by the waist and setting me on the table.

I get a good look at his bruises in the clear light of day, but I’m not given a chance to say anything because he’s buried in my lap before I have time to think at all.

“Oh my,” I breathe as he swipes me up and licks back down.

“You like, baby?” he asks huskily.

I can’t answer because he buries his head between my legs and all I can do is shout and writhe until he wrings a delicious orgasm out of me.

After he slides so deep my eyes roll back in my head before pulling out and thrusting again.

His mouth pulls back in a snarl and he’s slamming into me so heavily that I cry out.

“Fuck, so tight and perfect,” he moans, wringing another orgasm out of me before he pulls out and spews against my nether lips.

Whimpering, I collapse against the table and pant as he smirks and leans over to kiss me softly on the mouth. My heart stutters at the sweet notion and I smile shyly.

“So—“

We both look up at the knock on his door and he sighs before pulling me into a seated position and looking at my half naked state.

“Go get dressed, hm?” he says with a distracted smile.

Nodding, I step away with a pang in my chest because I was enjoying my delusion and I have so little time to be in the moment, that I’m resentful of whoever interrupted us.

Even more so when I hear Jordan’s disgusting voice. Suppressing a grimace, I hurriedly change because I don’t want to be in the next room and not fully clothed around him.

They’re still chatting when I’m done, and I don’t have any desire to see Jordan, so I occupy my time on my phone.

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