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Jane reached behind her and pinched the fastening of her bra, pulling it off and flinging it at Cooper, much to his delight. It hit him in the chest, and he lifted the lacy confection in front of him to admire the feat of engineering dangling from his fingertips. Jane had plenty up top, and this scrap of lingerie had been doing a hell of a lot of work.
A job he was happily going to take over in just a few minutes.
“I love it when you talk dirty to me, baby,” he laughed, tossing the bra on the floor where most of their clothes had ended up. She was only wearing a tiny thong that he was planning to remove with his teeth. “Tell me again how much you hate me.”
“I don’t hate you, Cooper Winslow,” Jane declared, walking over to the bed where he was lounging but not yet joining him there. “But you are the biggest horn dog I’ve ever met. How many women in this county have you fucked? Dozens? Hundreds?”
Cooper had been fucking only this one for months. She’d kept him plenty busy. He didn’t have the time or energy to see any other women. Her sex drive was almost as high as his.
Not that they were a couple. They weren’t. They’d both made it clear from the beginning that this was playtime. Nothing serious. No entanglements. Jane had been screwed over by her lousy ex, and Cooper was in no hurry to be tied down.
Tied up, however? He was game if she was. He had a couple of silk ties in his dresser.
“A gentleman never kisses and tells,” he teased. “Now get your gorgeous ass in this bed with me. You know you want to.”
“Of course, I want to. I’m half-naked here, asshole. And you won’t tell anyone, right? I’m totally not kidding, Cooper.”
She wasn’t joking. She was standing next to him, a scowl on her expressive face while her long dark hair played peek-a-boo with her petal pink nipples. His cock had already noticed and was impatient as hell. But Cooper had learned a few months ago that Jane liked to talk a bit first. Not that he minded. She was as intelligent and funny as she was beautiful, and he liked spending time with her in the sack and out of it.
“You’ve kept my secret,” he replied. “I’ll keep yours. Although, I have to say that it’s a bit hurtful that you don’t want anyone to know about us, babe. My ego almost can’t take the bruising.”
He was giving her some shit. He knew good and well why she didn’t want people to know. He had a reputation, and it wasn’t all that great. She’d be a fool to get truly involved with him and let the town gossips wag their tongues about their relationship.
“I think Lucy is getting close to figuring out that you’re S.S. Cooper,” Jane declared. “Honestly, I don’t know how you’ve kept it a secret this long. You know Zack - and probably the rest of your family - think you’re a drug dealer, right? They’re worried about you. You should probably tell them yourself.”
Jane had figured out his secret identity about six months ago. They’d been talking about one of “S.S. Cooper’s” latest works and he’d accidentally slipped up and talked about a plot point for a book that hadn’t yet been released. She was smart as a whip, had put two and two together, and asked him why he was keeping it all so hush-hush.
Cooper still wasn’t sure why he hadn’t told his family or friends. He’d written a book on a whim, and a friend who knew a publisher had convinced him to let him show it to the guy. That had started the ball rolling about ten years ago, and now here he was. He made a nice living as a bestselling murder mystery author, and people didn’t have a clue. He kind of liked being a man of mystery. His siblings assumed that he’d never worked a day in his life, which was kind of funny. Eventually, he was going to have to tell them, especially as now he lived at home. It had been easy to keep the secret when he’d been traveling all around the globe.
“I am going to tell them. Eventually. Now are you coming to bed, or should I just order a pizza and turn on the ballgame?”
“You turn on that television set and I’ll walk out of here.”
“Down the back stairs. Because you don’t want to be seen.”
They were going to have to find another way for her to sneak into his place now that he and Zack were working on reopening the old movie theater. Zack would definitely see Jane coming in and out.
Jane titled her head, her gaze resting on his face.
“You’re not really hurt, are you? You don’t want a relationship any more than I do.”
He totally understood why she didn’t want people to know, and he didn’t want a relationship. Frankly, he sucked at them. But he could admit that he liked having Jane around. Maybe if he was a different kind of guy…?
Tired of talking, he reached out for her hand and pulled her down on the bed with him, tumbling her onto the mattress. She didn’t fight him in the least, simply giggling as he rolled her over so she was trapped beneath him, pressing baby kisses to her neck and shoulders. Her skin was soft, and her subtle scent filled his nostrils, making his head spin.
He pressed a wet trail of open-mouthed kisses down her torso and over her ribcage. Jane squirmed underneath him, softly sighing in encouragement. Her back arched as he lapped at first one rose-tipped breast and then another, delighting in the heady moans that she couldn’t hold back. Her fingers were digging into his shoulders, and there would be red crescent marks there tomorrow from her nails, but it would all be worth it.
Remembering that he wanted to remove those panties with his teeth, he moved farther down and captured the elastic, tugging on it while she wriggled around, laughing as he slid them down her long, tanned legs and tossing them aside with a playful growl.
“You’re a maniac,” she whispered, her eyes soft and full of desire.
She wasn’t making it sound like a bad thing either.
“I’m an animal,” he corrected, making another growing noise, but it came out as more of a half growl-half laugh.
Luckily, Jane was used to his goofy side, and she simply rolled her eyes before reaching up to wrap her fingers around his hard and ready cock, stroking him gently while their gazes were locked together. Eventually, he couldn’t take her sweet torture any longer, and he dove between her legs, wanting to make her as crazy with want as he was.
Her thighs clamped his head, holding him where she needed him as her climax hit her hard and mercilessly. Her hair clung to her face in damp strands, and her breath came in pants as she slowly came back down to earth.
