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“Good. What the hell is going on?” she asked as he heard her trying to get to her feet.
“Stay down,” he and Seth ordered in unison, giving Alicia no room to doubt that they expected to be obeyed.
There was a stillness in the foyer that seemed almost unnatural. From outside, they could hear running, shouting and more gunfire.
“Are you packing or just happy to see me?” quipped Seth.
Coop realized he was still lying on top of him.
“Asshole.”
Coop got to his feet and extended his hand to Seth to help him up. Seth turned to get to Alicia to keep her safe in case someone tried to get inside. Coop moved toward the door in order to get a peek outside. He was just inching toward the frosted glass doors from the side when one of them was flung open, knocking Coop back on his ass as a woman in a trench coat, fedora, and large sunglasses burst inside.
“Is this Cerberus?” she asked, looking at Seth before noticing Coop on the floor. “Are you all right? Did they shoot you?”
“No, ma’am. You might say your beauty and the door knocked him on his ass,” said Seth with his trademark grin.
Coop and Seth exchanged glances and went into action. Coop pulled her completely inside, pushing the door closed and Seth hit the automatic lock button behind the desk. They’d need to go over security procedures with Alicia again. There was another click from behind the desk, and bulletproof roller shades descended, which made getting to anyone inside the building virtually impossible.
Not knowing yet whether the woman was friend or foe, Coop began to pat her down for a weapon. The woman simultaneously slapped his face and tried to bring her knee up into his groin. Able to deflect it, he spun her around and gave her a shove toward the wall. She stumbled a few steps, recovered and turned on him, lunging at him. Coop stepped to the side and used his foot to trip her, grasping her arm as she fell forward so that she would hit the ground a little more gently.
The woman grasped both of his arms and jerked him forward. It was the second time he’d fallen on top of someone today—only this someone was a whole lot softer, curvier, and more comfortable than Seth. Coop could easily imagine being in this position with both of them naked. He tossed her hat to the side and removed her sunglasses. Helen of Troy had nothing on this woman. Not one damn thing. He could easily imagine the face that stared back at him having launched a thousand ships and could also easily see men going to war in order to possess her.
His cock responded to being in such close proximity to a woman he found incredibly beautiful. She had porcelain skin and long, blonde curly hair put up in a messy bun. Without thinking, he reached up and pulled the pins from her hair. The effect of it falling would have been more dramatic had they been standing, but Coop rather liked being on top of her and looking down into her eyes. His mouth hovered over hers and her parted lips seemed like an invitation.
She groaned.
“Are you hurt? Can I offer you any assistance?” he asked in a deep voice, meant to soothe and reassure.
“You can start by getting off me,” she said, her eyes shooting daggers at him as she pushed on his chest.
“I can do that, but you need to promise you’re not going to try and knee me or slam something into me again.”
“Funny, I thought you lifestyle people liked a little pain.”
He grinned. A tourist. “Only when used to enhance pleasure. So far you haven’t brought me any of that and besides, I’m usually the one inflicting it, not receiving it.”
She shoved at him again as she squirmed beneath him. Coop wondered if she had any idea how much the way she bucked beneath him was affecting his libido.
“Yeah, well, I’m not interested in any of it. Get off me!” she snarled.
“Generally, they respond better if you ask them nicely,” offered Alicia.
“Nice isn’t happening until this jackass gets off me. Jesus, what is wrong with you? That had better be a gun.”
Seth cracked up. “I asked him something similar just a few minutes ago. Fortunately for me, I think it was his gun. With you, I’d say probably not.”
Coop had wondered if she could feel his expanding dick. He also wondered if she was even aware of how her own body was responding. He could smell her arousal and he was pretty sure if he got the ugly overcoat off, he’d find her nipples were stiff. The trench coat was truly dreadful. It was a muddy olive-green color and did nothing for her complexion. If she was his, he’d make sure she wore clear colors and things that enhanced her beauty rather than detracting from it.
“I think we both know it isn’t. I would imagine you’re used to having that effect on men.”
“Hardly,” she snarled.
“Then you’re seeing the wrong men. I’m Cooper McCullough. My associate is Seth Newcomb, and our assistant is Alicia.”
“Just Alicia? She doesn’t have a last name?”
“Of course she has a last name,” Coop said, confused.
