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“What I’m saying is sometimes things can be said without saying a word. Do you get my drift?” That’s as close as I’m going to get to telling her what happened between Cooper and me. I am not one to kiss and tell, even to close friends like Fiona. I’ve always been this way and am not about to change now. My sex life is private.
She arches an eyebrow at me, and the smirk turns into a devious grin. “Say no more. I completely understand. Blink once if it was shit or twice if it was as incredible as I think it was.”
I stare at her, not blinking at all.
“Oh, my God. It was even better.” She starts fanning herself dramatically, and we both burst out into laughter. My silence said everything I wanted to say, and I know Fiona shares my happiness.
“That’s all I’m going to say on the matter.” I cross my arms over my chest and take on a stern expression to convey my stance on the issue. But even I don’t know if I’m kidding or not. Even though I didn’t say anything, it feels good to share.
Fiona pretends to zip her lips and toss away a key. “Say less. And I will say nothing.”
At the end of the day, I finally see Cooper, and I can’t help the butterflies beating against my rib cage at the sight of him. His bruises are finally starting to heal, and for some reason, just seeing his hands and knowing they were on me, and what they can do to me, and how they make me feel so alive makes me want to drag him into the studio and shut the door behind us.
As he saunters across the hall toward me, I sense a nervousness about him, and I wonder if he gets butterflies when he sees me, too. I doubt it since it’s not as if flirting with a girl is new to him. And while flirting isn’t new to me either, he’s had much more practice at it than I have. And it’s evident because he is really freaking good at it.
He gets a look so predatory, hungry, and singular in its aim at me that I wonder what is happening in his brain when he gets this way. There is a spark in his eyes that is so fucking attractive I don’t know what I would do if he looked at me that way in public in front of people. Right now, I can react a little because we’re alone, but if we weren’t, I think I would be in trouble of being his next internet scandal.
“And what is that look for?” I ask, grabbing his wrist and leading him into the studio. I chance a quick kiss but leave the door open. As much as I want to shut the door and have my way with him right here and now, I probably shouldn’t act on it at the Foundation.
His eyes roam my entire body from head to toe and back again, as if he’s having the same thoughts I am, and I can feel my blush climb up my neck and into my cheeks as I imagine things I shouldn’t be imagining in a school-like setting.
“I think you know what this look is for, Angel.” He wraps an arm around my waist, and I instinctively melt into him. Screw my inhibitions. Leaning down, he starts trailing kisses along my neck and whispers in my ear, “I have been thinking about you all day, Ms. Castle, and all the things I want to do to you. You have no idea how hard you make me with just a thought.” Taking my hand, he presses my palm against his obvious erection, straining against his jeans, and I inhale a sharp breath as I feel it. “This is what you do to me, Sloane. This is what a day spent fifty feet away from you, knowing I can’t touch you, does to me.”
I rub his length over the denim fabric, unable to stop myself. The thought of his thick cock in my hand, or better yet, in my mouth, weakens my knees. I want nothing more than to make this man come.
Pushing against him gently, I walk him into the door so it shuts behind him with a loud click. And I reach around him and engage the lock.
“I think I like where this is going,” he says, squeezing my ass and pulling me into him.
As I start to unzip his jeans, I glance up, and the heat in his gaze as he looks down on me is enough to set me on fire. “Do you want to see what it does to me?”
Reaching into his pants, I wrap my fingers around his length, and this time, it’s his turn to inhale the sharp breath. He leans in to kiss me, but before he reaches me, I drop to my knees and lick his cock from base to tip in one stroke, and he grabs the sides of my head gently.
“Fuck, Sloane. This feels so good.” He starts to thrust as my mouth takes all of him, or as much as can fit. As he hits the back of my throat, the moans that escape him are so delicious I know he won’t last long.
I chance a look up at him and see his eyes trained on me, taking his cock. Licking him. Sucking him. And driving him crazy. There’s a power to holding someone’s pleasure, and with Cooper, I like holding that power. Not because I’m going to withhold it, but because I’m going to give it, and there is nothing better than giving someone you care about pleasure only you can provide.
He’s about to finish, and I can tell he’s trying to lift my head, but I insist on seeing this to the end. So I grip his base a little tighter, and I suck just that little bit harder to let him know he can go ahead. And as I meet his eyes as he comes, his whole body trembling with the sensation, a sense of euphoria washes over me as the salty tang of his seed slides down my throat.
“Jesus Christ, Sloane. I was not expecting that,” he says, pulling me up to him and kissing me thoroughly. “I need to return that favor.”
“Oh, that wasn’t a favor. That was a gift.” I give him a wicked smile, knowing I just broke my own rule that I made in my head a minute ago when I thought about us alone here in the studio. I guess that’s the good thing about being the boss: I get to change my mind when I want to.
He smiles back, fixing his clothes. “I came here to see if you wanted to grab some dinner.”
“In public? Like on a date?” I ask, knowing the magnitude of potentially being seen with him. I’m not quite sure what to make of it, and I'm kind of shocked he’s asking with the press breathing down his neck. “Is this because I just gave you a fabulous blowjob?”
His laugh is infectious, and he pulls me to him, rubbing my back softly. I can’t help but lean my head against his chest and wrap my arms around him. I’ll never get sick of standing like this with him.
“While, yes, that was, in fact, a fabulous blowjob, that is not why I’m asking you to dinner. I was going to ask you beforehand, but I kind of got sidetracked.” He reaches behind for my hand and pulls it to his lips for a quick kiss before leading me further into the room. “There are a few things we probably should talk about, and I thought maybe dinner would be a good time to do that.”
The hesitant way he says that makes my antenna go a little crazy. It’s not what he said. It’s how he said it that concerns me.
“What do we need to talk about?”
Again, he pauses before answering me. And I automatically don’t like where this is going. It hasn’t gone anywhere yet, and I can tell by the vibe in the room I won’t like what he has to say.
He avoids looking me in the eye, and I know right away my instinct is correct. “Well, we met with Nyx yesterday at Blackmore to talk about a settlement.”
