“Come here,” he ordered, voice low, rolling back on his chair to allow space for me in front of him. That look alone sent a jolt through me, my body instantly alert, my nipples pebbling as I felt his words run the full length of my spine.
I listened, stopping in front of him and he immediately reached for me, gripping my hips and pressing a soft kiss to my stomach.
“Thank you,” he murmured, his voice barely above a breath as his hands slid around to grasp my backside, his head resting against me.
I threaded my fingers through his hair and held him close.
“It’s easier with you beside me.” His words were heavy, underlined with pain and it made me ache for him. “Everything is easier with you beside me.”
“They don’t deserve you,” I answered truthfully, my voice steady as I stepped back and slowly began to undo the buttons of his shirt. One by one I opened them, brushing my hands over his shoulders, down his chest, before lowering myself to the floor in front of him.
My fingers trailed along his thighs as I knelt, his curious gaze locked on mine, his chest rising and falling faster with anticipation.
“You’re a good man,” I said softly, reaching for his belt. “And you’re worthy of more than what they give you.” He watched me, eyes wide with disbelief, but I didn’t stop. Undoing his belt, I told him just how incredible he was. Dragging down his zipper, I spoke of how impressive it was that he’d built an internationally recognised brand on his own. His hands gripped the edge of the chair as he lifted his hips, letting me free his already hard cock as I continued praising him with truths.
It became harder to speak as my mouth filled with saliva, my own body pulsing with need, but this wasn’t about me. I wanted to do this for him. To show him how much I wanted him. How much he deserved to be seen, respected, wanted.
Taking him in my hand, I slowly stroked along his length, watching as his hooded gaze met mine, his lips parting with each breath.
“I’ve been thinking about this all night,” I murmured, before leaning closer and wrapping my mouth around his cock, slowly taking him deep.
“Fuck,” he exhaled, voice trembling and his hands reached to gently stroke my face. “You’re too fucking perfect,” he praised, encouraging me.
I kept moving, my lips and tongue working in rhythm, feeling every tremble in his thighs, every curse that fell from his lips. His hands were threaded into my hair, not to guide, but to hold on and I wanted to touch myself at the same time, my panties wet with arousal.
Reaching down my back, he pulled my nightie up and I sat back while he lifted it over my head before I took him in my mouth again. His breathing grew ragged, his hands roaming wherever he could reach as his hips twitched ever so slightly.
“God, baby, you’re so sexy,” he groaned, his voice wrecked.
I didn’t stop, his words only making me hotter, my hands gripping his thighs as I took him deeper. Over and over, choking on a cock I fucking loved until, with a broken moan, he shuddered, his fingers tightening in my hair as he released his pleasure, and I took every last drop.
For a moment, there was only the sound of his breathing and then he reached down and pulled me to my feet, his eyes still heavy-lidded.
“Come here,” he said again, but softer now as his fingers traced along my waist, before he bent down and took my hardened nipple into his mouth.
“You’re unbelievable,” he said, his hands roaming, before with a firm grip on my hips, he stood and lifted me onto the desk.
The cool surface met my thighs, and I gasped softly as his hands trailed down to hook around my panties and slide them off. Just like I had, he dropped to his knees withouta word, his eyes locked on mine even as he trailed kisses along the inside of my thighs.
I let out a shaky breath just as his mouth found me, hands gripping the edge of the desk as he devoured me in ways I could only have imagined. I whimpered at the feel of him licking and sucking, his hands tracing and touching me everywhere.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, his tongue spearing my entrance while he groaned into my pussy.
“I need you to fuck me,” I said. “Please.” I begged, overcome with want, need, pleasure.
Standing, he grazed the full length of his cock against me, his body lining with mine as I reached for him and pulled his body into me. His lips caught mine in an open-mouthed kiss that deepened as he pushed himself inside me. I gasped into his mouth, wrapping my legs around his waist, drawing deeper.
“I need you closer,” I panted, delirious as he pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “Need more.”
“Whatever you want, angel,” he promised, leaning over me until his weight brought me what I craved. The rhythm built between us urgently and he kissed me like it meant something. Like I meant something more than he’d ever dared to speak. Relentless in his thrusting, he pounded into me, holding me to him as he brought me closer to release.
He was unbelievably sexy, his body moving and grinding and all I could do was enjoy the feel and sight of him in and on me. And when we fell together, coming undone on the desk in his office, it was with his name screaming from my lips and the understanding that it would never be like this with anyone else.
Cooper Dane was it for me and there was no going back.
CHAPTER 36
Eva
