Page 89 of Play the Game
Cooper closes my office door and is in front of me in a flash. “This is more than a little back pain.” He reaches over and grabs the cherry seltzer sitting on my desk and hands it to me. “Drink.”
I roll my eyes. “I don’t think a drink is going to help with the pain.”
Cooper shrugs. “It won’t, but when was the last time you took a sip of that drink?”
I eye him, knowing the answer is hours ago, but I’ll be damned if I admit that. I consider putting the cup back on my desk without drinking it but fuck, I’m really thirsty. Begrudgingly, I take the sip.
He smirks at me. “That’s what I thought.” Crouching down in front of me, he puts his hands on my knees and studies my face. “I can take you home. Maybe it will feel better for you to work laying down.”
Shaking my head, I dig my fingers into my lower back. “Can’t do it. I have a prospective client coming in this afternoon, and I also have a meeting with an associate from the healthcare litigation group about a case they asked me to consult on. I’ll be fine.”
Cooper looks up at me, and I can practically see his brain calculating whether to argue. When he doesn’t, the rush of love I feel for him is so huge and so unexpected it shocks me a little. This man knows me right down to my core. It’s not so bad to be known, it turns out, when Cooper is the one doing the knowing.
Pushing to stand, he holds out a hand. “Stand up.”
“It feels better to sit down.”
“And you will. On my lap.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “We’re at work.”
“And you’re in pain. Let me try and help you, Ev. Please.”
It’s thepleasethat has me sliding my hand into his, letting him pull me up, understanding his need to help the same way he understands my need for independence. Complete opposites and yet, somehow, we seem to fit. I’m still not entirely sure what to do with that, but this seems like a reasonable start.
Cooper pulls me up, and I suck in a breath at the sharp pain from the sudden movement when he sits down in my chair and turns me around, putting his hands on my hips and guiding me down onto his lap. With his big hands curled around my hips, he pushes his thumbs into the tight muscles of my lower back, and I groan, my head dropping back at the almost immediate relief.
“Good?” he asks.
“So good, oh my god. Please don’t stop.”
“Shit,” he mutters, shifting under me just enough that I feel the hard ridge of his growing erection under my ass.
“Seriously?” I ask, laughing a little.
Cooper chuckles as his thumbs continue to knead my back. “I mean, yeah. You’re sitting right on my dick, and it doesn’t know the difference between you groaningDon’t stopin aPlease take my pain awayway and aPlease fuck me until I screamway.
I grin, feeling my muscles continue to loosen under his touch, the pain slowly melting away. “To be fair, it’s usually in theFuck me until I screamway.”
“Not helping, Ev,” he grumbles.
“How about this?” I ask, gripping the arms of the chair and grinding my ass down on him, wicked grin on my face.
In a flash, he snakes an arm under my belly, locking me in place with my back against his chest and dropping his mouth to my ear. “Careful, Rhodes,” he murmurs. “You keep grinding that tight little ass on my cock and you’ll find out what it feels like to have it inside you right here in your office where anyone couldwalk in. Or walk by and hear you while I make you come all over me.”
A shiver works its way down my spine as Cooper’s warm breath skates over my skin, my clit throbbing at his words. My back may still be aching a little, and it may be the middle of the day in a crowded law firm office, but my vagina is a needy bitch, and right now it needs Cooper. “Maybe I want it inside me.”
Cooper sucks in a breath, gliding his free hand down my leg and then back up, pushing under my skirt and ghosting a single finger along the seam of my underwear. It’s barely even a touch, but my entire body lights up in response. “I can feel how hot you are,” he murmurs. “You needy for me, Ev? If I push a finger inside of you, are you going to be wet for me?” He slides his finger over, putting just the slightest pressure on my clit, and my hips push up against his finger in response, every part of me aching to be filled. “I bet you are. I bet you’re already dripping just thinking about me pushing inside you, stretching you out.” He snakes a finger under my underwear, lightly circling my entrance but not pushing inside the way I want him to. Need him to. “Talk to me, beautiful girl. Tell me what you need.”
“I need you,” I grit out, gripping his arm and not even caring that I’m dangerously close to begging.
Flicking his tongue over the sensitive spot behind my ear and pressing a line of kisses down my neck, Cooper slowly—so fucking slowly I could scream—pushes a finger inside me. He groans, the sound rumbling against my back. “I knew it,” he says against my skin. “You’re soaked, baby. So ready for me. So fucking perfect.” He adds a second finger and circles my clit with his thumb, sending sparks of pleasure everywhere.
Breath gusting out of me, I shift my hips, trying to get his fingers deeper, his thumb pressing harder. “More,” I mumble. “Inside me. Please.”
Cooper takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, like he’s trying to keep himself under control, and the confirmation that this is affecting him the same way it’s affecting me has my desiresoaring. “You sure?” he asks, nudging the strap of my silk tank aside with his chin so he can drag his lips along my shoulder as he curls his fingers inside me.
“So sure,” I practically pant, already feeling my orgasm in the distance even though he’s barely touched me.
