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I pounded back the rest of my drink. “Coming.”
Lingerie or no? I could take it off, walk out therenaked.
Veto.
Put the jeans backon?
I made an executive decision to go with the lingerie, took a deep breath, and opened the door. Despite the fact that I didn’t feel quite as special about Coop as the lingerie implied, my night had just gone to hell and Ireallyneeded thisdistraction.
I just hoped he had time to help me blow off all this steam; it could take awhile.
Coop stood back, his eyebrows raising as he drank me in. He wore a vintage Sex Pistols T-shirt with the sleeves cut off, showing off his incredibly decent arms, with gray jeans and a studded belt. His blond hair was tousled to shit, like it always was, and an impish smile broke out on his face. “Whoa. Maggie… shit.” He scrubbed his hand through his hair. “I feel kindaunderdressed.”
“Then let’s get you undressed,” I said, letting my inner slut take over as I grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him over to the giant bed. I’d claimed the smaller of the two bedrooms in the penthouse suite, yet the bed was king size, which made me wonder what was in the master bedroom. Haremsize?
Fitting, given who’d be sleeping init.
Don’t even gothere.
I yanked Coop against me and we came together in a hungry, slightly awkward kiss. He pushed me back onto the bed, his warm weight settling over me. Despite the offer of free champagne, he tasted vaguely like beer, which reminded me of finding him in the hotel bar half an hour ago… which reminded me of running into Zane about half an hour beforethat—
Do. NOT. Go.There.
Coop’s body was lean and hard as he ground himself against me, his hips dragging over mine, the hard ridge of the unmistakable erection in his jeans setting off sparks of pleasure between my legs, and Igasped.
Oh,hellyes… this was exactly what Ineeded.
He kissed his way down my neck and I groaned, arching my back, getting into it as he sucked on mythroat—
Holy. Shit.I stiffened as joyful screaming and laughter erupted in the room next door—the main room of the penthousesuite.
The voices of multiplewomen.
Coop didn’t seem to notice. Or care. He just ground his hard dick against me and kissed me again. I shut my eyes as his weight pressed me down, his hips moving faster against me, his body heating up. He grabbed my breast, squeezing hard, and sank his tongue deep in mymouth.
Then I heard it. I heardhim. My “roommate” for the night. His smoky voice so close outside the bedroom door Icringed.
My eyes flew open. I ripped away, stopping Coop with a hand on his chest, so suddenly I startled usboth.
He looked down at my hand as I panted beneath him. “You okay?” he asked, disoriented. “Did I hurtyou?”
“No,” I managed to choke out, clearing mythroat.
Fuck.Me.
My head was spinning, and I could still hear his voice in the other room. I couldn’t tell what he was saying, but I knew that cocky timber. I knew the sound of Zane Traynor working his magic on a bunch ofwomen.
“Just… don’t…” I gasped out, shaking my head, “… don’t stop.” Then I grabbed Coop by his neck and smashed my mouth to his as a ridiculous wave of guilt crashed throughme.
I didn’t feel guilty about breaking The Rule. I’d been breaking it with Coop on a casual but semi-regular basis for a whilenow.
I felt guilty I wasn’t breaking it withhim.
Yeah. That was the messed-up truth of it. Because I’d always secretly fantasized that if I was ever going to break The Rule I’d do it balls to the wall, in a total blaze of glory, me and the ice-blue-eyed reigning god of rock—and cock—swinging from chandeliers and breakingfurniture.
But thank God my mother didn’t raise that kind offool.
I, Maggie Omura, was never going to let my incredibly misguided lady parts lead me to Zane Traynor’s bed. No matter how much they might want meto.
