Chapter Fifteen

Mallory

He pulls back again, sucking air into his lungs. I'm struggling to breathe myself, and I gaze up into his eyes, my body craving more. I can feel his erection pressing into my hip. It's long, and hard, and oh, so tempting, and if it wasn't for the fact that I'm a little scared I'll fall over if I try to move, I'd drop to my knees and show him what I really want.

The wine seemed to hit me at the same time as the fresh air, and although I'm not drunk, I'm definitely light headed… so light headed, I don't feel I can let go of Cooper's shoulders. Not yet.

"Are you okay?" he says, and I nod my head, distracted for a second by his lips. He kisses like an angel… an angel with devilish tendencies. And I like that.

"Do you wanna come in?" I ask.

"More than you'll ever know," he says, sighing as he closes his eyes for a second, like he's having to gather his thoughts. "But the thing is, you've had two large glasses of wine."

"I know."

"And you told me you're not used to drinking."

"Because I'm not."

"In which case, I think it's best if we leave things here for tonight."

"But I feel fine… really."

He smiles, lowering his left hand from my face and letting it wander down the side of my body, lingering over the swell of my breast, which makes me gasp, before he moves on down to my hip, and around behind me, resting it on my ass.

"I can vouch for how fine you feel," he says, his voice a low growl, as he pulls me close, letting me feel his erection again. I'd swear it's even bigger now, and I stare up at him as he lowers his head, letting his lips rest against my ear, his hot breath whispering over my skin. "We're gonna do this right, Mallory. I want you to remember every second of what we do together… every whisper and sigh, every flick of my tongue and touch of my lips, every inch of me sinking into you." I shudder and he pulls back, looking into my eyes. "I want the memory of our first time together to live with you forever… like I know it's gonna live with me. And if that means we have to wait a little longer, then I think it'll be worth it."

I can't speak, but I nod my head, knowing he's right. He kisses my forehead, and steps away, letting his arms drop to his sides, but then reaching out and taking my hand in his.

"Thank you for a lovely evening," I say, finding my voice at last.

"You already said that."

"I know, but that was about dinner."

"And this is about…?"

"This is about your kisses… and your words," I say, raising our joined hands and kissing his fingers. I hear him groan and look up to see him staring down at me, his eyes on fire. I'm tempted to ask him to stay again, but I want to do this right, too, so I let our hands fall, smiling at the disappointment etched on his face.

"I'd better go," he says, stepping back. "I'll see you in the morning."

I nod my head. "Sleep well."

"I think I might." He smiles down at me, moving away, until our hands slide apart. With one last look, he turns and heads down the stairs, while I stand and stare, struggling to breathe. "Are you still there?" he calls, his voice a distant echo from the floor below.

"Yes."

"Then let yourself into your apartment. Drink some water before you go to bed, and get a good night's sleep."

"Okay."

"Goodnight, Mallory."

"Goodnight, Cooper."

I chuckle and hear him do the same as I turn and open the door to my apartment. Once inside, I lean back against it, letting out a sigh.

What a night.

I'd have loved to stand there and re-live my evening with Cooper… especially the last part of it. But I didn't get the chance. Saffron had other ideas, and feeding her was the most important of them.

It didn't take me long to do that, though, and once I had, I poured myself a glass of water, remembering Cooper's instructions, and smiling while I drank it. I was surprised by how thirsty I was, and by how he'd have known I would be, and poured another glass, carrying it over to my bed, where I set it down on the nightstand, and quickly undressed, climbing under the covers.

My body was still humming with need, and although I contemplated my vibrator, I decided against it. I might have wanted to come, but I wanted my next orgasm to be with Cooper, and I didn't think I'd have to wait too long…

Getting to sleep was more difficult than I expected. I couldn't stop thinking about all the things Cooper and I could have been doing together… wondering how he'd react if I crept downstairs and knocked on his door in the middle of the night. I didn't think he'd mind… especially if I didn't put any clothes on, and I imagined the look on his face.

It must have been that thought which eventually sent me off to sleep, because when I wake, I'm feeling even more needy than I did last night. I crave his touch, and even though it's only just gone six, I feel too restless to lie in bed for another forty-five minutes. All I'll do is think about how empty my bed feels without Cooper in it. I may as well get up and start the day.

I swing my feet around, sitting up on the edge of the mattress, just as my phone beeps. I left it in my purse last night, and I wander over to the kitchen, delving inside and pulling it out, my heart skipping a beat when I see I've got a message from Cooper. It's the first time he's used my number since I started working here, and he only has it because we talked over the phone before I had my interview. I saved his details, and I guess the fact that he's messaging me at this time of the morning means he must have saved mine, too.

I lean back against the countertop, letting out a sigh as I read…

— Good morning. I hope you slept okay. x

The message might be short, but it's cute. It's the kind of thing boyfriends do… or that you read about boyfriends doing. I'm not sure I should be thinking of him like that yet, but after the way he kissed me last night, and all the things he said to me, how else am I supposed to think of him?

I try to work out how to reply. I can hardly say I slept well, because I didn't, but I don't want him to think it's a problem, so in the end I decide on teasing… or flirting. Or both.

— I didn't sleep as well as I'd hoped. There was something missing. x

— Oh? What was that?

I gasp, surprised by his immediate response, and I imagine him lying in bed, or sitting in his living room, his phone in his hand, awaiting my answers… I hope.

— You. x

— Nice to know I wasn't alone. I missed you, too. x

I smile, biting on my bottom lip.

— I guess I'd better stop missing you and go shower, or I'll be late for work. x

— Your boss won't mind. He's likely to be late for work himself. x

— Is there a reason for that? x

— Yeah. He's thinking about his girlfriend taking a shower, and it's very distracting. x

— Girlfriend?

There's pause of no more than ten seconds, and then my phone rings. It's Cooper and I answer straight away.

"That's what you are, isn't it?" he says, sounding concerned. "Or is it too soon for labels? Have I got that wrong? Don't you want to be my girlfriend?"

"Yes, I do. And stop panicking. You haven't got anything wrong. I was just thinking that sending early morning texts is the kind of thing boyfriends do."

"Oddly enough, I considered myself as your boyfriend as far back as Saturday afternoon," he says. "I wondered if I should have come after you when you ran away with your fake headache."

"Oh, God… don't remind me about that." I came too close to losing you .

"Okay, but what I don't understand is, if you've been thinking of me as your boyfriend, then why are you so surprised I called you my girlfriend?"

"Because we haven't talked about it."

"Do we need to talk about it?"

"I guess not."

"Then let's consider it as settled, shall we?" I hear him sigh. "I'll let you take that shower, and I'll see you downstairs."

"Okay."

"Oh, and by the way… don't get too used to receiving early morning texts from me."

"Why not? I like them."

"I know, but I won't need to send them when I can just turn over in bed and kiss you good morning."

The line falls silent. "Cooper?"

He's hung up, but I can't help smiling as I put down my phone, because I like the idea of sleeping with him… and waking up beside him in the morning, too. I particularly like the idea of being kissed good morning.

So, who needs text messages?

I don't. What I need is a shower… and a coffee, and to feed Saffron. Not necessarily in that order. The cat seems to think she should come first, as usual, and rather than put up with her getting under my feet, I feed her, then head for the bathroom.

I shower, although my need for coffee stops me from lingering too long. I'll admit my need for Cooper is a factor in that, too, and when I'm done, I wrap myself in a towel and make for the kitchen.

I can't face breakfast. That's probably a mix of anticipation and those two large glasses of wine I drank last night… which, as Cooper correctly surmised, is more than I've ever drunk before. I don't feel hungover. Not in the way I've heard other people describe a hangover. But I don't feel like eating anything, either.

The coffee is very welcome, though, and I take it back to my bed, sitting on the mattress while I style my hair. There's no way I can do anything as sophisticated as the waitress in the hotel last night, but I don't need to worry. Cooper wasn't interested in her. He's interested in me, which makes me smile as I loosely braid my hair, tugging out a few strands to frame my face. I only apply a little makeup, although I take great care with it, and once I'm satisfied, I put on some underwear. Black lace feels appropriate for my state of mind, but I'll be wearing a white blouse, so I pull out a white lace bra and matching thong. They're fairly similar to the ones I wore last night, and I take them to the bed, adding a simple black skirt, and one of my many white blouses. There's nothing unusual about any of this. It's how I'd usually dress for work, but I take extra care in putting it all on, making sure I look as nice as I can before I step into my heeled pumps and finish my coffee, my stomach churning with nerves and excitement.

I'm not due to start work for another fifteen minutes, but I can't see any harm in going down now. With luck, Cooper will already be there, and we can have a little time to ourselves.

Saffron's asleep on the couch, and doesn't even look up as I gather my things, and open the door, closing it behind me.

I'm surprised I can walk, but I put one foot in front of the other, and make it down the stairs, checking around in the lunchroom, and sighing out my relief when I find that Greta isn't here yet. There's no sign of her coat, or her, although I can hear someone moving about in the surgery. It must be Cooper, and I can't help smiling as I wander back to my desk and deposit my things, straighten my skirt and walk over to the surgery door, knocking on it, just once.

It opens, and Cooper smiles down at me, the air between us crackling with sexual tension before he reaches out and grabs my hand, pulling me into the room, and into his arms, kicking the door closed as he dips his head and kisses me.

His tongue delves, and I greet it with my own as his hands roam… one cupping my cheek, while the other skims down my side, dwelling over my breast. It's so good to be touched… to be wanted like this, and I reach around behind him, letting my hands rest at the top of his ass. I tug, just slightly, and he circles his hips into me, letting me feel his arousal, and I hear the guttural groan that leaves his lips as he pulls back and looks down into my eyes.

"Hello."

"Hello."

"I meant to say earlier," he says. "I was sorry to hear you didn't sleep very well last night." He brushes his thumb along my lower lip, making me shudder, and I smile up at him.

"I thought about coming down to see you."

"When?"

"In the middle of the night… when I couldn't get to sleep."

He moans, closing his eyes for a second. "I wish you had."

"Why?"

"Because I was lying awake thinking about you."

"And was that causing you a problem?" I ask, leaning in to him, so my breasts are pressed hard against his chest.

"Yeah," he says. "A big one."

I giggle and he laughs, although we both fall silent at the sound of someone knocking on the front door.

"Shit… that'll be Greta," he says, looking down at the front of his tented pants. I lick my lips, unable to help myself, but I can appreciate his problem.

"Shall I let her in?"

He nods his head. "You're gonna have to."

"Hmm… and you're gonna have to do something about that," I say, letting my eyes drop to his erection again. It's enormous, and I bite my lip, wishing I had time for more than staring.

"I know what I'd like to do with it." His voice is a low growl, and I look up into his blazing eyes.

"So do I."

He lets out a groan and shakes his head. "Go. Or I'll have to take you up on that… right here, against the wall."

"Oh, God… that sounds so good."

He pulls me close, his eyes searching mine as he holds me by my arms, and whispers, "Does that make you wet, Mallory? Does the thought of me fucking you hard against the wall make you wet?"

"Dripping," I mutter, just as Greta knocks on the door again.

"Fuck," he says, shaking his head and pulling back. "You'll have to let her in."

He steps away, and I open the door, turning back to see him staring at me, his eyes filled with longing, which I'm sure must reflect my own. I smile, and he smiles back, and then I dash out to the reception, giving Greta a wave of apology as I grab the keys from my desk.

"Sorry. I was talking to Cooper."

She smiles up at me. "You're talking to each other again, are you?"

"Yes… yes, we are."

She nods her head, but doesn't say anything more. I'm too diverted to offer details and I return to my desk, putting the keys back in the drawer, and watching as she goes into the lunchroom. I daren't go back to Cooper. We both need to calm down. And besides, there's work to do…

"Mallory?" I startle at the sound of Cooper's voice, and look up as he approaches my desk. He's left the surgery door ajar, his current patient still in there, and he smiles at the middle-aged man who's sitting waiting his turn.

"Yes?"

Cooper gazes down at me and then comes around to my side of the desk. "Can you look out Mr. Page's old file for me?"

Everything's been computerized since before I started here, but some of the older patients still have paper files that Cooper occasionally needs to refer to. Finding them is something he'd normally do himself, though. He knows how the filing system works and doesn't usually trouble me about it. He's also not in the habit of coming out here himself when he has a patient in the surgery, and I glance up at him, wondering about this unusual behavior, as he raises his eyebrows, waiting until I get up and turn to the filing cabinets behind my desk.

The files beginning with the letter ‘P' are in the third drawer down of the middle cabinet, and I bend, opening it, and retrieving Mr. Page's from close to the front. When I stand and turn to offer it to Cooper, I find he's moved and is right in front of me, which means he must have been right behind me a moment or two ago, when I was bending over. He takes the file and stares down at me with a playful look in his eyes and then licks his lips in a slow, deliberate move.

My pussy has gone from dripping to gushing and as he moves a little closer, I whisper, "Did you want something else?"

"Hmm… your ass." His voice is barely audible, but his message is coming across loud and clear, and I have to smile. I can't help it.

It seems he can't, either, and he makes three more completely unnecessary visits to the reception over the course of the morning. By the third one, I'm beside myself with need, and I murmur, "You're not playing fair," before he goes back into his room.

He doesn't reply, but just grins at me, which makes me want him even more.

By lunchtime, I scarcely know what to do with myself. My skin is tingling, my body's aching, and I'm struggling to think straight.

"I'll be about thirty minutes," Greta says as she heads for the front door. "I've got a few things I need to pick up."

"That's okay. Cooper hasn't got another patient for over an hour." I watch her go, contemplating lunch myself. I haven't eaten yet, and I'm starting to feel hungry.

"Mallory?" I hear Cooper's voice from his surgery and get to my feet.

"Yes?"

"Could you come in here, please?"

I walk over, pushing the door open to find he's standing right there, waiting for me, a smile etched on his lips. Without a word, he grabs me, his hands on my waist, and pulls me hard against him, walking me backwards to the door, which he closes before I hit it, right at the moment that his lips meet mine.

"I've been going crazy all morning," he says, breaking the kiss just for a moment, although he doesn't stop for long and is devouring me again within seconds.

" You've been going crazy?"

I get my words out as he turns his head, deepening the kiss, and I feel his hands drop from my waist to my ass, kneading my flesh. He does that for a moment, and then pulls away, looking down at me, breathing hard.

"Answer me a question?" he says.

"What do you want to know?"

"Are you wearing a thong like you did last night?"

"Yes. That's what I usually wear to work." He moans, sucking in a breath. "Is something wrong?"

"What do you think? I've already told you I've been going crazy all morning. How the fuck am I supposed to survive the afternoon?"

"I have absolutely no…" I reach between us as I'm speaking, feeling the length of his cock through his scrubs. It's just as impressive as I thought it would be, but there's something unexpected and I lean back as far as the door will allow and look up at him. "Are you wearing anything underneath your pants?"

"No."

I rub him a little harder and he moans softly. "Is that normal for you?"

"No. I usually wear trunks."

"But you didn't have a clean pair today?"

He smiles. "I did. I even put them on. And then I had to take them off again."

"When?"

"After we kissed this morning. They were too uncomfortable."

"And you're more comfortable like this, are you?"

"Not right at this minute, no."

I tip my head, and without taking my eyes from his, I move my hand up to the waistband of his pants, unfasten the tie, and lower them down far enough to release his cock into my hand. He gasps at my touch, and I lower my gaze, letting out a sigh when I see how magnificent he is, my fingers playing over the silky softness of his erection. It feels heavy in my hand, and impossible to grip… my thumb and fingers refusing to meet, even at the tip, as I stroke him from there to the base, and back again.

"Fuck… that feels good." He lets his head rock back, breathing deeply, and then lowers his eyes to mine as I increase the pace, my hand gliding along his length with ease.

His breath keeps catching in his throat, but he steps closer, pulling up my skirt so it bunches around my hips and then brings his hand between us and rubs me through the thin lace of my thong.

"Oh… yes." I part my legs a little, wanting more.

"Your panties are soaking," he murmurs, leaning in and tracing a line of kisses from the corner of my mouth to my ear. "I like that." I like it too… although I like it even more when he delves inside, his fingers parting my lips and circling over my clit. "You're shaved," he says, leaning back and looking down at me.

"Yes. Is that a problem?"

"Fuck, no."

He circles a little faster, making me gasp, and I grab his shoulder with my free hand, clinging to him.

"Don't stop, Cooper. Please rub my clit. Harder… harder." He does as I say, applying more pressure. "Oh, yes… that's so good."

It's difficult to concentrate on what I'm doing, my mind swirling with the building pleasure.

"I've got this, babe," he murmurs, and as though he can read my mind, he flexes his hips into my grip, fucking my hand and making it easier for me to focus on my clit and his expert touch. "Fuck… that feels amazing," he says, clearly struggling for control. "I'm so close."

"So am I."

I grip his shoulder, and he puts his arm around my waist to hold me up, sensing I'm gonna come, just as the front door opens, and we jump apart, a slight squeal leaving my lips, although I clamp a hand over my mouth, both of us hearing the unmistakable sound of Greta… humming a tune to herself.

"She's back early," he says, looking down at me. I can't even think straight, but he instantly pulls my panties back into place and lowers my skirt, straightening it and my blouse, before he pulls up his pants, clenching his fist… like he thinks that might help. It won't help me. I need to come. Now. "Sorry," he whispers, even though it's not his fault, and I smile up at him, trying to hide my frustration as he wanders to the other side of the room, pretending to look busy, while he disguises his hard-on, his back to the door.

"It's turned really windy out there," Greta says the moment she opens the door and raises her eyebrows when she sees me standing just inside the room.

"I guess it's October," Cooper replies, sounding calmer than I feel. "It's only to be expected."

"Yeah." She looks from me to him. "Is everything okay?"

"Yes."

We both speak at the same time and she frowns, glancing back at me again before she nods her head and ducks outside again, heading for the lunchroom, no doubt.

I know we only have a few minutes before she comes back, and I turn to Cooper, who looks around, the two of us meeting halfway across the room.

"I knew there would be an atmosphere," he says, taking both my hands in his, and I have to smile.

"It's terrible, isn't it?"

"Yeah…" He rests his forehead against mine. "What are we gonna do about it?"

"I don't know."

"I do." He leans back. "I think you should come to my place after work. I'll fix us something to eat, and we can talk through how we're gonna handle this."

"You wanna talk?" That's the last thing I want to do, but I guess it's important that we set some ground rules for working together.

"Something like that," he says with a grin on his face and I wonder if talking is what he's got in mind… or if he's thinking along the same lines as I am.

"Okay. But I'll have to go feed Saffron first."

"That's fine."

We both hear a cough, and step apart, moments before Greta comes back into the room. I wonder for a second if the cough was deliberate… if she was checking the coast was clear before entering the room. But how can it have been? She doesn't know there's anything going on between us.

Does she?

Getting through the rest of the day has been torture.

Having had so many unexpected visits from Cooper this morning, I'm surprised he hasn't been out here once this afternoon. Not once.

I've missed him, which is ludicrous when he's only a few feet away… but I need him so much, I can't bear the thought of even that much distance between us.

By the time the last patient leaves, I'm so on edge, I can barely book his next appointment, and I can almost hear my teeth grinding, as he stands by the front door, talking to Greta for what feels like far too long.

Eventually, he's gone, and Greta returns to the surgery, giving me a smile as she passes. I lock the front door, and turn the ‘open' sign to ‘closed', leaving the keys behind so she can get out, before I return to my desk, my hands shaking with anticipation as I tidy my things away.

"No, really…" Cooper's door opens, and he ushers Greta out. "I don't mind tidying up."

"Are you sure? It would be great if I could get away a little early today. I couldn't get everything I needed at the deli, so I'll have to go to the grocery store before I go home." That explains why she came back from lunch earlier than we expected, and while I still regret that interruption, I wish she'd take Cooper up on his offer.

"It's absolutely fine, Greta. You go. I'll take care of everything." He glances over at me as she smiles and turns toward the lunchroom, and my body ignites at the look in his eyes. Is he thinking of ‘taking care' of me? I hope so.

Before I can say anything, though, he ducks back inside his surgery, and I feel more deflated than I think I ever have in my life. Why didn't he come out here? Has he changed his mind about tonight? About me?

Should I go ask him?

The lunchroom door opens again, just as I'm getting to my feet, and I plaster a smile on my face for Greta's sake.

"Are you going upstairs?" she asks, clearly noting the fact that, although I'm on my feet, my computer is still whirring away on my desk.

"In a minute."

She nods her head, her eyes sparkling as she smiles at me. "Have a good evening."

"You too."

She wanders to the door, letting herself out without another word, and I quickly shut down my computer, before I follow in her footsteps, locking the door for the second time and pulling down the blind.

"Ready?"

I jump at the sound of Cooper's voice and spin around. He's standing just outside his surgery door, and I notice he's turned off the light inside.

"Are you?"

"I've done everything that has to be done. The rest can wait."

"A—Are you sure?" I hate the uncertainty in my voice, and he clearly notices it too, tilting his head, like he's confused and then he walks over, coming to a stop right in front of me.

"Of course I'm sure. Why? Has something happened?"

"Not to me, but… but I haven't seen you all afternoon. You came out here so many times this morning, but then after lunch, after everything we did in your office, I haven't seen you at all."

I've never sounded so needy in my life. It doesn't suit me and I lower my head, knowing how much he'll despise me for it, and that I'm ruining everything.

"Hey…" I feel his finger beneath my chin, the upward pressure raising my head until I'm looking into his eyes. "Don't look so worried."

"Why wouldn't I? I'm becoming everything you hate."

"Are you?" he says, with just the slightest of smiles twitching at the corners of his lips.

"Yes. You can't abide women who ask for more… and here I am complaining that all you've done is behave exactly as you do every other day."

I try to pull away, despite having a door behind me, but he won't let me, and moves even closer, his feet either side of mine, his body pressed against me.

"Can I tell you something?" he says, moving his hand up slightly to cup my cheek.

"If you want."

He dips his head, his lips almost touching mine, and I can feel the tension between us. I want him to break it with a kiss, but I want to hear what he's going to say, too, and I gaze up at him… waiting.

"The reason I didn't come out here all afternoon was because I couldn't."

"Why not?"

"Because I know my limitations. Staying away from you might have been torture, but I knew if I came out here and saw you, I'd have to rip your clothes off and fuck you over your desk."

I gasp, and he traces a line around my lips with his forefinger, then dips it inside my mouth, far enough that I have to suck. His eyes widen as he watches, and he flexes his hips into me, letting me feel his arousal, before he pulls out his finger and shakes his head.

"I—I didn't realize," I murmur.

"Why would you?" He smiles. "I didn't explain, and I should have done. But please don't worry about asking for more, or demanding anything of me. I'll give you whatever you need."

"You will?"

"Yes. So, what do you need?"

"You."

He chuckles, flexing his hips once more. "The feeling's mutual, in case you haven't noticed."

I giggle and he steps back, taking my hand and leading me toward the rear of the building. I deposit the keys on my desk as he turns out the lights.

"I still need to feed Saffron," I say as we get to the top of the stairs and he turns to me, nodding his head.

"Okay. I'll give you five minutes. If you're not back by then, I'm coming to find you."

"Is that a promise?"

"Absolutely."

He gazes down at me, but rather than waste time talking, I pull away, giving him a smile as I run for the stairs. I hear him chuckle, the smile not leaving my lips as I let myself into my apartment.

"Saffron?" I call out, and her head peeps up over the arm of the couch. It's like she's surprised to see me, and rather than jump down to greet me, she takes her time, stretching her legs and flexing her paws, letting me know everything is done on her terms, not mine. I shake my head at her, and dash to the kitchen, aware of the passing time… because while I quite like the idea of Cooper coming to find me, I think I'd prefer our first time to be in his apartment, rather than mine. I've never been through his front door before, but I'm sure it's more comfortable down there than it is up here.

I grab some cat food and a clean bowl, and waste no time at all putting it out for Saffron, who's joined me in the kitchen.

"I hope I won't be back until breakfast," I say, setting her bowl on the floor. "But you'll be fine without me."

She looks at me like she doesn't doubt that for a second and then sniffs at her food and starts eating. I'm dismissed, and that's just as well, because I've got somewhere else to be.

I don't need my keys, so I leave them on the kitchen countertop and just pull the door closed behind me, running back down the stairs to Cooper's apartment. He's left the door ajar, but I knock anyway, and although I half expect him to call out, ‘Come in', he doesn't. Instead, he yanks open the door, grabs my hand and pulls me inside, straight into his arms, our lips meeting in a brutal kiss. His tongue is in my mouth, his hands on my ass, and a low growl leaves his throat as he kicks the door closed and walks me backward until I hit the wall just beside it.

I'm being consumed, and I'm loving every second of it… although I need some air. I can't breathe…

I pull back and look up at him, noting that he's filling his lungs, too… so I guess I wasn't alone in that, which is gratifying.

"I—I thought we were gonna talk," I whisper, and he smiles.

"I just said that because it sounded better than asking you to come to my place so I could get you naked and fuck you all night."

My body trembles, my pussy tingling with anticipation. "Oh, I don't know. That sounds pretty good. But don't you think we should set some ground rules first?"

"Ground rules?" He frowns slightly, like he doesn't understand.

"Yeah, for when we're at work."

"What would be the point? We both know we'd break them at the first opportunity."

He's right. We would. And to prove the point, he dips his head, kissing me again as his hands come between us, unfastening my blouse and pulling it from my skirt, before he pushes it off of my shoulders and lets it fall to the floor. He's still wearing scrubs, so I reach for the hem of his top, yanking it over his head to reveal his divine chest.

I lean back, struggling for air again, as he undoes my bra and I gaze up into his eyes as they widen, and he groans loud enough for me to hear before he bends, capturing my right nipple between his lips and sucking hard.

I grab his shoulders, holding on to him as he shifts from one side to the other, his hands kneading and squeezing my bare flesh, until I'm not sure my legs can hold me up any longer.

"Please, Cooper… please."

He stands up straight, looking right into my eyes, and I take my chance, flipping us around so his back is to the wall. He lets me, and maybe even helps with the maneuver, because there's no way I'm strong enough to make Cooper move, unless he wanted to. His eyes never leave mine, and I smile up at him. Perhaps he's wondering what I'm going to do next, as I let my hands wander over his firm, muscular chest.

"You've seen all that before," he says, his voice lower than I would have expected.

"Hmm… but I haven't touched." I take my time, examining every ridge and contour, never taking my eyes from his, even when I drop to my knees before him. His eyes sparkle and he smiles as I reach up and lower his pants, his erection popping free.

It seems even bigger than it did earlier, and I place my hand around it, slowly sliding it up and down, back and forth, watching his face as he studies my every move. I bring up a second hand, adding it to the first, and then lean in, opening my mouth to take him inside. His gasp is audible, and I let my tongue swirl around the bulbous head.

"That's so fucking good," he whispers, and I nod my head, because it is. It really is.

I take a couple of inches of him into my mouth, and he closes his eyes, letting out a hiss of satisfaction, my hands working a little harder up and down his shaft as I bob my head back and forth.

I want to tell him how good this feels, but I can't say a word, so instead I just moan, which makes him open his eyes, his own on fire as he looks down at me, his hands coming around behind my head. Does he want to hold me steady, to pull me in harder, or flex his hips into me? I can't be sure, but whatever he needs is just fine with me, so I stop moving, lower my hands, and look up at him, giving him a nod of my head to let him know it's okay. I'm his and whatever he wants, it's okay.

He lets out a gentle groan as he grips the back of my head just a little tighter and pulls me onto him. I expect to gag, but I don't… perhaps because I was half expecting this, or something like it. And also because the scorching look in his eyes is something to behold. I pull back, so only the tip of his cock is in my mouth. He lets me, but then repeats his actions, flexing his hips at the same time. That's incredible and although it makes my eyes water a little, I love it. Which is why I'm surprised when Cooper releases my head, pulls his cock from my mouth, and leans down, raising me to my feet.

"Why did you stop?" I ask, wiping my eyes with the tips of my fingers.

"Because you're too damn good at that, and I don't wanna come in your mouth. Not yet."

"You will, though, won't you?"

"If you want me to." I nod my head and he smiles. "Later, baby."

I shudder in his arms, but before I can say another word, he flips us around again, and I feel the cool wall behind me as he kicks off his shoes and pants, standing naked before me.

"What now?" I ask.

"I need to calm down for a while, so it's your turn." His lips twist up into a wicked, sexy smile and he drops to his knees, reaching behind me to unfasten my skirt, then pushing it down over my hips until it falls at my ankles.

I'm standing in just my thong, and my heels, and he leans back, looking me up and down, shaking his head.

"What's wrong?" I feel suddenly nervous.

"Nothing. I—I just can't believe how perfect you look."

"I'm not perfect."

"You are to me."

He reaches out, pulling my thong to one side, and then leans in, his tongue finding my swollen clit with ease. I gasp at the gentle touch, although he pulls back almost immediately.

"This is in the way," he says, tugging down my thong. He holds up his hand and I take it, stepping out of my underwear and skirt and waiting while he pushes them aside.

"My shoes?" I say.

"Leave them on." He moves closer, using his fingers to part my lips, his tongue flicking over me once more, and then he changes position again, putting his arms between my legs and lifting me. I yelp out my surprise as he stands, taking me with him, my knees hooked over his shoulders, his face buried between my legs. The wall provides some support, but Cooper takes my weight, his hands on my ass, holding me up, and I grip the back of his head, grinding into him as he feasts on me.

"Yes, Coop… yes." Ripples of pleasure run through my body as he sucks and nips at my clit. "Make me come… please. I need to come."

His tongue works its magic, flicking across me, over and over, and I marvel at the sight of him, his muscles flexing. He raises his eyes to mine and pulls back. "Give me everything you've got, Mallory," he says, his lips glistening with my juices. "I want all of you."

He dips his head again, consuming me once more, and that sight, coupled with his words, is enough to tip me over the edge. My body pauses on the precipice, watching his lips devouring me, and then it finally falls. I scream, crying out his name as my limbs contract, shaking, shuddering, wave upon wave of pleasure rushing through me, so fast, I can't control it… can't control myself.

This is more than anything I've ever felt in my life… and I never want it to stop.