Page 59 of Falling for the Grinchy Bad Boy

I couldn’t form words, could only nod as he stroked me with maddening precision. He found my clit with his thumb, circling it slowly while one finger, then two, pushed inside me.

“Cooper,” I moaned, my hips rising to meet his touch. “I need more.”

He withdrew his fingers. I whimpered at the loss until I felt the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. He paused, his forehead pressed against mine.

“I don’t have a condom,” he said, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

“I’m on birth control,” I gasped. “And I’m clean. Haven’t been with anyone in over a year.”

“Neither have I,” he admitted. “Not since Lynn.”

The mention of his ex should have killed the mood, but instead it only made me want him more. I wanted to erase every memory of her, wanted to be the only woman on his mind.

“Then what are you waiting for?” I challenged.

He pushed forward slowly, stretching me inch by delicious inch until he was fully seated inside me. We both groaned at the sensation, and for a moment we just stayed like that, joined completely, breathing hard.

“You feel incredible,” he whispered, pressing soft kisses to my jaw. “Better than I ever imagined.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper. “Move,” I demanded. “Please, Cooper, I need you to move.”

He started slowly, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in, setting a rhythm that had me seeing stars. But it wasn’t enough. I needed more, needed him to lose control the way I was losing mine.

“Harder,” I begged, my nails digging into his shoulders. “I won’t break.”

That seemed to snap something inside him. His pace quickened, his thrusts becoming deeper, more urgent. The table creaked beneath us, and the sound of skin against skin echoed in the empty room.

“Is this what you wanted?” he growled, his voice rough with exertion. “Is this hard enough for you?”

“Yes,” I gasped, my back arching off the table. “God, yes, just like that.”

I could feel my orgasm building, coiling tight in my belly. Cooper seemed to sense it too, because he reached between us, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing in tight circles.

“It’s been too long,” he groaned. “I’m not going to last.”

“Me either.”

“Come for me,” he commanded. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”

His words pushed me over the edge. I came with a cry that echoed through the empty building. My body clenched around him as waves of pleasure crashed over me. Cooper followed seconds later, his rhythm faltering as he spilled inside me with a groan that sounded like my name.

We stayed like that for a while, both of us breathing hard, our bodies slick with sweat despite the cold air. Finally, Cooper pulled back to look at me, his eyes staring deeply into mine.

“That was amazing,” he said, breathless.

“Yeah,” I agreed, suddenly feeling vulnerable lying there half-naked on a break room table in City Hall. “It really was.”

“Come here. I’ll make us a bed in the corner. We’ll need the body heat.”

I looked at him, and suddenly, it wasn’t weird anymore. We were going to get the post-coital cuddle.

We snuggled together in the corner of the room, the Santa coat thrown over us like a blanket. We had both put on our underwear and nothing else. It was all skin-to-skin contact. It felt good. It felt right. And after the long day, I fell asleep within minutes of closing my eyes.

I woke to the sound of Cooper’s heartbeat beneath my ear, steady and strong, and for a moment I couldn’t remember where I was. Then it all came rushing back.

Reality felt both more and less complicated than it had in the darkness.

Cooper was still asleep, his face relaxed. The worry lines that seemed permanently etched between his brows had smoothed out. His arm was wrapped around me, holding me close even in unconsciousness, as if his body didn’t want to let me go.