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I had briefly forgotten this was his first time. That he had probably never made a woman come before. I couldn't have stopped the cry that slipped out between my lips if I'd wanted to. But I didn't. I wanted to scream for him, to make this memorable.
"Coop." The shortened version of his name was all I could get out before I came, moaning and bucking so his cock rubbed my G spot and my clit, alternating as he thrust. My back arched and I all but screamed as I came, the orgasm slamming into me like a thunderous wall of pleasure.
"Ivory." He thrust hard, deep, frantic. His cry when he came again was no less intense than mine. His breath came in ragged gasps. "Fuck… Yeah… Fuck."
Finally, he sagged and rolled so he lay beside me while we both caught our breath.
"That was," pant, "absolutely," pant, "incredible."
I smiled over at him. "You are everything I hoped you would be. And more. Are you sure that was your first time?"
He grinned. "It was. But not the last." He leaned forward to claim my mouth with his.
5
I hadto give it to the guy, he was a quick learner. And energetic. Before the fourth, or was it fifth, round, I almost begged him to stop so I could sleep. Somehow, he got me going again anyway. I finally fell asleep a couple of hours before dawn.
I woke to the late summer Sydney sun pouring through the window. I was tired and my body ached gloriously. Cooper was still asleep, his mouth open slightly.
"Morning." Jake stuck his head through the door. He looked rested. He must have slept with earplugs in and his smart watch on vibrate in case he was needed. "I've ordered breakfast from Scarlett's. It should be here soon."
I stretched, too sleepy to do more than mentally acknowledge that the covers were down to my stomach. It was nothing Jake hadn't seen before. "You're the best."
Money could buy a lot of things, but it couldn't buy the ability to cook. Neither of us had bothered to learn beyond making coffee and toast. When you own several restaurants, and have a private chef on call, it's a skill you don’t need.
"Yeah, I know," he said distractedly. His eyes were on my breasts. And on the guy sleeping beside me. "Did you have a good night?"
I couldn't contain a smile. "I've had worse."
Cooper stirred. He opened his eyes and seemed confused for a moment, until he remembered where he was. "Hey." He sat up and ran a hand over his head. "Last night was amazing." He looked like he couldn't quite believe it happened.
"It sounded like it." Jake pushed the door open and stepped inside. So much for wearing earplugs.
He held a handful of papers and a pen toward Cooper. "I have a bunch of shit for you to fill out. Bank details, assuming you want to be paid. Tax details. And our offer for your uncle's garage. You just need to sign that and I'll lodge it with the relevant authorities."
Jake handed that to Cooper first.
Cooper signed it without even glancing at it, then handed it back to Jake.
"Huh." Jake folded the paper in two. "We should have offered less."
Cooper sat back against the pillows. "I told you, I don't care about the place."
"You should," I told him. "The property is worth over a million dollars." It must be later than I thought, if Jake already had someone assess the value of the garage.
Cooper looked surprised but unfazed. "I'm just happy to get something for it."
He really should be more careful, but I understood. Sometimes you just needed to move on with your life.
Says the woman who bought, and lives in, the home where her parents were murdered. In spite of the memory of coming home from school as an eight-year-old to find their blood splattered all over the walls, I had a connection to the place. That and I had to keep it out of the hands of the Onyx Ridge pack. It was the principle of the thing. Of course, I had the whole place gutted and completely remodelled before I moved in. Clinging to memories is one thing. Living inside my own personal PTSD is another.
"You can fill out the rest of the forms later," I said. "I'm going to have a shower, then we can work out what your role in the organisation will be."
Okay, I admit it, I pushed the covers off myself and walked naked to the bathroom in part to punish Jake for being all business this early in the morning. Especially after the night I had. I knew he did it to remind me not to get caught up in Cooper's pretty face and smoking hot body. I didn't need the reminder. Hadn't I proven to him yet that I knew how to put business before pleasure? If I didn't, I would have fucked his face a thousand times and not regretted any of them.
Both sets of eyes followed me until I closed the door. I listened for a moment, but it didn't sound like they were going to kill each other, so I stepped into the shower and washed myself of dried sweat and cum.
By the time I was clean and dry, my hair back in a ponytail, light make-up on my face and dressed in a knee length pencil skirt and a white silk blouse, breakfast had just arrived.
