17. Cooper
SEVENTEEN
Cooper
I watch her as she walks out of my office, bypassing her desk and heading to the file room. A smile spreads across my face as I stay leaning against my desk, replaying our conversation in my mind.
Yes, we have some rules, but I get to have her and no more of this back and forth. She’s mine . The rules were actually a genius idea, because now neither of us will try to cross the line to make this more than what it is.
God knows I’m tempted.
Standing from my desk, my feet carry me across my office, through the door and in her wake. Before I know it, I’m opening the door to the filing room.
Stepping inside, I softly shut and lock the door behind me. Taking a moment, I briefly consider returning to my office. I know I shouldn’t have followed her, but I just can’t stay away. I’ve done nothing but think about her all weekend.
The file room is windowless and holds the files for all our current and past cases.
Walking along the edge of the room, I look down each of the ten rows of filing cabinets to make sure the room is empty before stopping at the end row where Meghan is.
Her back is to me and the curve of her ass is more prominent in her crouched position while she searches for the Wilson file in the bottom drawer of a cabinet.
I lean against the wall, my hands in my pockets as I wait for her to finish.
Having found the file, she closes the drawer and stands, smoothing her hands over her dress. As she turns around, she notices me leaning against the wall and lets out an audible gasp, dropping the file on the floor as she brings her hands up to her chest.
“Cooper, what are you doing in here?” she whispers, looking down at the papers on the floor.
I don’t know what I planned to do when I came in here, maybe subconsciously it was to have her. I’m breaking the rules already . It’s when she whispered my name that I realized I am a weak man, a very weak man, because the moment it leaves her lips, I want her again.
Screw the inappropriateness of it all.
Stalking toward her, the sound of paper crunching under my feet brings her focus back to me and I force her back until she encounters the wall at the end of the row. My hands instinctively thread into her hair as I tilt her head up, giving me better access to her delectable mouth.
Before this goes any further, I need to know she wants this as much as I do.
“Tell me to stop. Tell me you don’t want this and that I should turn around and leave,” I plead, my chest pressed to hers. My eyes are fixated on her lips, praying the words I’ve asked her to speak don’t leave them.
Her ragged breaths mix with my own in the small space between us.
“Meghan… tell me to stop.” Tilting my mouth down further toward hers, barely an inch away, I plead with her one last time. Giving her a second to tell me no, to push me away, to do anything, before I crash my mouth to hers.
Her hands come up to rest on my chest under my suit jacket, and for a brief moment I think she’s going to push me away, causing an emotion I don’t care to identify to flit through me.
It’s soon washed away without another thought as her delicate fingers grab onto my shirt and her lips part, allowing my tongue to sweep between them and get my first taste in three fucking days.
Three days too long .
My hands leave her hair. One travels down her body to her slim waist and the other lightly captures her throat. With my thumb resting on her jaw, I turn her face and break our kiss, licking her throat and sucking on the sensitive skin, a twisted part of me hoping that I mark her again.
I want to wipe away the makeup she’s used to conceal the mark I left on her last week. I want her to walk out of here, with my mark visibly on her. She lets out a whimper as her fingers dive into my hair and she holds my head still.
Interesting .
“You like that, baby girl?” I murmur into her neck, my teeth grazing her delicate skin again. A guttural moan releases from her and if I wasn’t enjoying the sounds so much, I might worry that people will hear her.
The hand that was holding her waist smooths up to cup her breast through her dress. I can feel the pebble of her nipple through the material. Her dress is tight like the one she wore to the Christmas party, and I pray that she’s gone commando again.
“Cooper… more action, less talking,” she demands, her breath coming out in pants.
“Whatever you want, darlin’,” I reply, dragging my hand from her breast to the hem of her dress before I realize it’s too tight and release her throat so I can use both hands to lift it.
I bury my face in the space between her shoulder and the column of her neck, kissing, licking, and nipping at the sensitive flesh.
My cock is painfully hard, causing me to adjust myself in order to relieve some of the pressure the confines of my pants are causing.
With her dress now sitting on her waist, I look down at her soaked panties and the barely there G-string covering paradise. I understand how addicts feel because, much like one, I crave another hit of her .
And I think I always will .
Dropping to my knees, I lift her right leg and place it over my shoulder.
There’s so little fabric to the G-string that I don’t bother taking it off.
Instead I pull it to the side and drag my tongue through the slit of her pink, glistening pussy.
She lets out another loud moan that can most likely be heard in the office, but at this moment, I really don’t care if the whole city can hear. Her moans are music to my ears.
Circling my tongue over her clit, I slip a finger into her pussy, as my free hand moves up her body and I slip a finger into the warm wetness of her mouth.
She sucks on my finger as I move it in and out of her mouth, in sync with the one in her tight core.
She swirls her tongue around my finger and I imagine it’s my cock she’s tasting.
I could eat her for breakfast, lunch, and dinner .
I flick my tongue against her clit and she rolls her hips, greedily rubbing her pussy against my mouth.
Growling in satisfaction at her demand, I slip a second finger into her pussy, stretching her out.
She’s so fucking tight. Keeping a steady rhythm, going in and out, I try not to rush her.
I want her to enjoy this as much as I’m enjoying the taste and heat coming from her.
Pulling my fingers from her core, I gently lift her leg off of my shoulder, smoothing my hand from the back of her knee to her delicate ankle. She looks down at me with a mix of confusion and disappointment on her beautiful face, but it’s soon erased with my next words.
“Turn around, bend over and brace yourself on the wall, baby. I’m not done with you yet,” I instruct, my voice thick with lust.
She does as I command, slipping her panties off as she goes, and then I’m presented with a perfect view of her pussy and puckered asshole. Burying my face in her pussy, one hand wrapped around one of her thighs, the other comes up and cracks against her ass cheek as I spank her.
“Cooper…” she groans.
“You like that, baby?” I ask, my voice is muffled as I continue to devour her. She wiggles her ass at me in response, begging me to do it again. “I’ll do it again, but you have to promise no noise. You make a noise and there will be consequences and you won’t like them,” I rasp.
“I promise,” she gasps out as my tongue flicks over her sensitive clit.
Barely giving her time to finish her declaration, I bring my hand down and connect it with the other ass cheek, not hard enough to leave a mark but enough to have her moaning in pleasure. She keeps her promise and muffles her cries with her fist as I alternate between her bouncy cheeks.
When they’re nice and pink, I grab her cheeks in a hand each and fuck her pussy with my tongue.
I can tell she’s struggling to keep the volume down and it’s turning me on even more.
Moving my tongue to her clit, my index finger dips into her pussy, taking her wetness, and using it as a lube, I rub my finger around the puckered hole of her ass before I apply pressure and end up with the first knuckle inside .
“Cooper, please… I’m going to come.” She moans as I slip my thumb into her pussy and continue my ministrations with my mouth on her clit. My finger and thumb fuck her ass and pussy in tandem and as I feel her orgasm build, an idea forms involving me fucking her pussy and a toy filling her ass.
We’re in this position when she comes, her body shuddering at the force as my mouth covers her clit, my thumb is buried in her tight core and my finger is deep in her ass.
She collapses against the wall, her cheeks are flushed and she has a post-orgasmic glow on her face and a dazed look in her eyes.
Pulling a handkerchief out of my pocket, I wipe her up as best as I can before picking up the panties that have fallen out of her grasp.
I put them in my pocket—I have no idea what comes next but I’m taking these as a little memento.
I pull her dress down and turn her around so her back is to the wall, standing as I do so.
She looks down at my visibly hard cock, then back up to my face, before going back down again.
“Don’t worry about me,” I whisper as I move a strand of hair away from her face, before placing my hands in my pockets.
God, she’s beautiful .
“Are you okay?” I ask.
She opens her mouth to respond, before closing it and giving me a nod. A smile of satisfaction playing on her luscious lips, I take this as my sign to leave, placing a soft kiss on her lips before stepping back.
“Thank you.”
What the fuck, Cooper?
I nod to her, ignoring her confused gaze as I smooth my hand down my tie and turn and walk out of the file room, back to my office. At this moment, I’m grateful for the half-walls protecting my lower half from anyone that might see me crossing the office.
For the first time since we first hooked up, I don’t feel an overwhelming sense of shame. Instead, I feel… excited for what’s to come, because although we’ve put these rules in place, I don’t plan on sticking to them all.
In my office, I walk straight into my private bathroom and with the door securely locked behind me I unzip my pants and pull out my throbbing cock. I stroke myself a pitiful number of times, before I come all over my sink, the taste of Meghan on my tongue and the sounds of her moans in my ears.