Page 46 of Cooper’s Passion

The door opened, but she didn’t turn around. She knew it was Cooper.

“Hey, Baby,” he said, his voice dripping with tenderness. “Good morning.”

Was it all fake? Every touch? Every sweet word? Every kiss? What did he want from her?

“Good morning,” she forced herself to say, still not turning.

“How about I join you?”

It wasn’t a question, she knew that immediately, because he was already stepping into the shower, and pulled her against his broad chest, his arms reaching around her, gliding up her torso, until he cupped both breasts possessively.

She gasped, apprehensive now. Was it just sex he wanted? Or something else too? Something nefarious?

Cooper dropped his head to the crook of her neck and kissed her there, while he continued kneading her breasts. Her nipples beaded automatically, not listening to her brain that warned her that something wasn’t right about Cooper. He wasn’t the honest man he pretended to be. He had secrets. Secrets even his uncle seemed to be concerned about.

“Hmm, you’re getting me so hot, Anita,” he murmured into her ear while he slid one hand down her body to caress her pussy. To her shock, she realized that she welcomed his touch and that her clit was already pulsing with need, with desire for his touch.

Before she knew what was happening, Cooper thrust into her from behind, plunging deep, his erection stretching her tight channel, while she moaned involuntarily as intense pleasure charged through her. Despite Cooper’s lies, she couldn’t resist him. Was this how women who were in a relationship with bad men felt? Did they feel just as helpless as she did now, unable and unwilling to push him away even though she suspected that she was getting into something that was bad for her?

Cooper moaned softly as he fucked her from behind, one hand still on her breast, while he caressed her clit with the other. How could a man be such a considerate lover while at the same time keeping secrets from her and lying to her? How was that possible?

She couldn’t think straight anymore. Cooper’s pistoning cock robbed her of her ability to keep a clear head, and his skill at caressing her clit just how she liked it, was sending her toward another earth-shattering climax, killing millions of brain cells in the process. When she came, she couldn’t help but cry out in pleasure, then felt his cock spasm inside her, filling her with his semen once more.

“Anita, fuck, you’re amazing,” he murmured into her ear, his voice shaky as if he had trouble speaking.

“I didn’t do anything,” she deflected.

He chuckled. “Are you kidding? The way you grip me when I’m inside you… it’s out of this world. I don’t know if I’ll ever again get any work done when you’re around.”

His words gave her an excuse to free herself from him. “I forgot about work. We need to find the killer. We can’t stay here all day.” It was probably afternoon already.

“Unfortunately, not,” he whispered and pulled out of her. He reached for the liquid soap. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to forego the pleasure of washing you.”

“You don’t have to do—”

“But I want to,” he interrupted and began lathering her skin, starting with her boobs. When her nipples pebbled under his gentle ministrations, he whispered, “Damn, Anita, are you always so horny when you wake up?”

He kneaded her breasts with firmer strokes, and she let it happen. It felt good, even though she knew something about Cooper wasn’t what it seemed. And she had to find out what it was, and hope that he didn’t turn out to be a bad guy, because despite all the warning signs she was falling for him.