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Closing my eyes, I nod silently because it’s for the best. The bridge we built with rotten wood has collapsed and now there’s nothing but useless kindling.

“But I can’t.”

My gaze flies to him, my chest thumping brutally when he grabs my cheeks and says with a ferocity that makes me cry out, “You consume me, with your wide smile and big bright eyes. I crave your laugh and miss your fucking sexy moans. I tried to fucking stay away, but I can’t.”

“I don’t understand.” Searching his pretty eyes, I lower my own when he leans into me and says against my lips, “I want you. I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but I want you.”

“Coop—“

He swallows my words and I open on a moan, grabbing his shoulders when he lifts me in his arms.

The elevator dings announcing our arrival, but we don’t move from where we’re standing as he bites my lip. The delicious stingcauses me to gasp, and he wastes no time, pressing his tongue inside and wrapping it sensually around mine.

My core spasms when he fucks me slowly, his mouth curling in a smile when I buck against him.

With one hand, he grabs my ass and squeezes breaking away long enough to growl, “I fucking love your juicy ass, baby.”

Wrapping my legs wrapped around him, I whimper and run my aching clit against the ridge of his jeans.

His nostrils flare and he bucks into me, his eyes flashing with heat. “Mm, you need to get off, baby?”

The elevator dings again and someone gasps, but Cooper barely looks up as he slaps the panel, and the doors close again.

With a giggle, I lean against his chest while he pants above me. “You think this is funny? My dick is about to break through my jeans.”

Pulling back with a laugh, my humor slowly fades under his heated stare and with a shy smile, I reach up and touch his cheek, his stubble raspy under my fingers.

“Min,” he says quietly, turning his head and kissing my fingers.

“Coop.”

We finally reach his floor, and he carries me down the hall to his room before rooting around for his key. Once inside, he lays me across the bed and drops on top of me.

We trade heated kisses until I’m gasping for air before he pulls my dress down my torso and groans. My tits fall free aching for his touch and I arch into him, silently begging.

He palms the globes and massages them beneath his warm hands. My limbs come alive, and I arch into the air.

I’ve missed this feeling more than I care to admit and I push away my fears in favor of more time with the man who owns me, body, and soul.

With a sexy smirk, he tilts my chin back, placing his lips on mine. His warm tongue gains entrance and laves my own with sensual strokes.

The tingles from before turn to a sweet burn and I grab his shoulders to gain equilibrium, as he picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. The contact gives me access to my need and I immediately rub my throbbing core against his hard-on.

“Mm, you want this, baby?” he asks, bucking into my pelvis in slow circles.

“Yes,” I whimper.

Without ceremony, he drops me back onto the bed.

“I’ve been thinking about getting you out of this since I saw you in it,” he mutters, pulling my dress over my head.

Breathlessly I comply, moaning when he drops his nose to my core, and breathes me in, my thong panties the only barrier between us. The sight is so hot, I can't help myself and push my hips up in invitation.

Without further ado, he covers me with his mouth and sucks me through the silky material and I gasp and moan simultaneously. When he looks up at me with blazing eyes and then sucks my clit into his mouth, I bow up, literal fireworks exploding behind my eyes.

“Again,” he rasps when I collapse, and I open my mouth to protest but shut it quickly when he shoves two fingers inside and begins to rub my nerves.

“Coop, I need,” I say.

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