Chapter 21

Twenty-One

Haden

Six Months Later…

Marshall has been busting my ass for the last three hours.

We’ve run through the budget, our current shares in the market, and even Lex looked exhausted after Marshall gave us his quarterly projections, which involve expanding the business yet again.

“We’re at capacity,” I warn him.

“We’ve got interest, Cooper. The European market is the romance capital. How’s your Italian?” he jokes, patting me on the back then turning to Lex. “C’mon, Edwards, will you get this guy to relax?”

Lex’s vein on his forehead almost pops out of his head when Marshall mentions Europe. Yes, the market is huge. We are at capacity with staff, especially since we hired a new Editor-in-Chief at Indie Press which cost us a small fortune. Our profit’s high but fuck me—this man pushes my goddamn limits.

There’s a knock on the door, Presley standing with a gracious smile in that hot little red number she is wearing which she knows gets me hard every goddamn time.

“Good afternoon, gentlemen.”

Lex stands, kissing Presley on the cheek. “Aren’t you supposed to be with Charlie? What’s wrong? Is everything okay?”

Presley rests her hand on his shoulder, attempting to calm him down. “She’s fine. We had lunch next to the most adorable baby place. She’s home, resting.”

Lex sits back down, though he’s still tense. Charlie is ready to pop at any moment, and he is worried every second he is away from her. Presley and Noah are on standby, and at times, Noah’s worse than Lex. Although Charlie is his cousin, he treats her like a sister.

Charlie’s pregnancy has flown by fast, and I’m glad Presley and Charlie have fixed things between them. It makes Lex and my life easier.

“Presley, sit, please,” Marshall says, gesturing toward the empty chair.

She wouldn’t interrupt us unless it is important.

Shit, did something happen with Masen?

Calm the fuck down, she looks happy.

“Thank you, Henderson, but I just wanted to see what time this meeting finishes?”

I wish it would fucking end now.

“Everything okay?” I ask, worried.

“I have something urgent I need to discuss with you when you’re done.”

“I’m about done.” Lex stretches in his chair.

“I just want to run over one more thing,” Marshall says, head down reading a contract.

“Another hour or so. Mr. Yukon is going to teleconference in. There’s a supply-chain issue in China, and print costs look set to rise,” I tell her, placing my head in my hands to reduce the beginning of a headache. “Would you mind having Maria send in more coffee?”

“Certainly, Mr. Cooper. I shall await your presence.”

Mr. Cooper.My head lifts immediately, just in time to catch a glimpse of her walking away with a flirtatious wink. She only ever calls me that in front of people if she wants to fuck. I did have a headache. My dick stirs beneath my pants.

Fuck it! I want to screw my wife now.

“I’ll be back in a moment.”

Lex lifts his head with a knowing gaze. “Ten minutes, Cooper. Make it pretty damn quick.”

The fucker knows what I am doing. Thank God Marshall takes the opportunity to answer a call on his phone.

I rush out of the room toward the main foyer not sure where Presley went, but in the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of her entering the janitor’s closet.

Smiling at Maria, I ask her to make sure coffee is served in my office. She kindly obliges, and the second she abandons the reception desk and is out of sight, I open the door to the janitor’s closet.

The room is dimly lit, a hanging bulb the only illumination. I shut the door as Presley throws herself on me, slamming her lips to mine, nearly knocking all wind from my lungs. I hardly have a moment to react before she presses her tongue to the seam of my lips, delving inside my mouth.

Pulling away, she pants. “I’m ovulating. I don’t know how long this window is, but you need to own it.”

“I can’t just switch it on at a moment’s notice,” I lie, just to see how far she’ll go.

“Me masturbating in the shower with my white t-shirt on.”

Bitch.

She got me good.

I pull her dress up, pushing her panties aside while she unbuckles my belt, tossing my pants and boxers to the floor.

“Turn around,” I demand.

With my cock resting in my hand—hard as fucking hell—I stroke myself as I spread her cheeks, admiring the beautiful sight in front of me. I slide myself into her pussy, groaning as the sensation ripples through me.

Lex’s voice echoes in my head, “Ten minutes, Cooper. Make it pretty damn quick.”

Argh, I squeeze my eyes shut, pumping myself hard, skipping all foreplay and gentle lovemaking. She wants to be fucked hard and fast, and that’s exactly what I’m going to give her.

She is so fucking wet, wanting this as much as I do. Her hands clutch onto the closet door for support until her moans become harder, and her walls contract against my hard dick.

Fuck.

I’m done.

I’m seeing stars, grabbing her hips with force as I ram her harder one more time. My body follows in a euphoric state, taking my breath away as I try to calm down.

“Thank you,” she whispers.

“You’re welcome, you freak.” I pull my pants up, strapping my belt back on, then plant a kiss on her shoulder. “Now, I have to go back.”

“Go, go... I’ll see you tonight. Round two?”

I stop just shy of the door watching her fix her dress. She lifts her head, her beautiful face gazing back at me with a beaming smile.

“How did I get so lucky to have a wife like you?”

She moves closer to me, running her hand along my tie and fixing it straight. “You made my life a living hell, jerk. It was impossible to ignore you.”

I graze my thumb against her bottom lip, watching her lips part with an angsty moan.

“Rubber and glue, baby. I’m the jerk, and you’ve crowned yourself the bitch.”

Even in her heels, I tower over her. She tilts her head, her breath brushing against my ear. “Watch yourself, Mr. Cooper. You know what happens when you anger the beast.”

Oh, I fucking know what happens.

My dick ends up right back inside her.

Because, hey, I’m the jerk, right, and that’s the kind of thing guys like us do.

The End