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“You’ve had dinner with my parents plenty of times, why would you be nervous?” I sit on the counter of his bathroom and grab each end of his tie.
“It’s different now. I’m your boyfriend, not just your friend.” He watches me in the reflection of the mirror. Although we both know the student has surpassed the teacher in regard to knotting a tie.
I’d asked him to teach me years ago, and we practiced almost the entire day, so now every time I’m around, I do his ties. This is the first time since we’ve been a couple, and I like the way his hands rest on my legs, his thumbs running back and forth along my skin. The fact I’m sitting here in a pair of silk underwear and a bralette proves how far we’ve come.
My parents demanded we go to the club for dinner—probably to show off Cooper to their friends—but I didn’t fight them on it because I can tell my dad sees Cooper as a problem when it comes to my future. Cooper isn’t going to be like my mom and keep a good house and raise our kids and wait until I come home. Nor would I want that. I want to be an active part of my kids’ lives, unlike my dad, who was only really involved when it came to big decisions, and even then, he dictated more than discussed.
“My mom loves you, and she’s thrilled we’re together.”
“And your father?” He eyes me.
“He’s happy—ish.” I laugh.
“Exactly. And you know I’m at a disadvantage there with all of his friends.” I finish, and of course he takes it in his hands and messes with it as if I didn’t straighten it enough.
I move to slide off the counter, not ready yet, but his large hand stops me.
“Not so fast,” Cooper says. “Thank you.”
He leans forward, and I press both hands on either side of his face, kissing him. Nothing deep or uncontrollable, just a little peck.
“Why are you prancing around this apartment in hardly anything?” His gaze falls down my body, and I instinctively push out my breasts.
He raises his hand and molds over my lace-covered breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple. I moan, and he brings his other hand up, doing the same thing with my other breast.
“You’re so damn sexy,” he whispers, although we’re alone in my apartment.
I place both my palms on the countertop and push myself back up as he bends down, and our lips meet. He steps in closer, and my legs wrap around his waist, our kiss deepening. Will there ever be a time I don’t want this man? Common sense says yes, but how was I only friends with him for ten years?
He strips his lips off me. “Yeah, we’re gonna be late.”
I giggle as he picks me up by my ass and carries me out of the bathroom into my bedroom. Dropping me on the mattress, he fiddles with his belt, but I place my hands on his.
“Allow me. We don’t want you all wrinkly.” I give him my best seductress look through my eyelashes.
Coming to the edge of the bed, I unbuckle his belt, unbutton his pants, and as I’m lowering the zipper, his hand cradles my face, his thumb running over my lips. Damn him and his ability to make me even hotter. At this point, I’m changing my thong before I go out.
“Fuck, babe,” he says like he’s about to come.
The flaps of his slacks open, and I slide my hand in, taking out his throbbing dick. I hold it in place with my hand, guiding it to my mouth. I lick up his shaft and cover the tip with my mouth, causing him to jolt.
I take him in inch by inch, swallowing just as the tip hits the back of my throat. His hand tightens on my face, and I’m glad he’s staying away from my hair. I don’t have time to redo it again.
“That’s it, Elle.” His tone is soft and seductive, turning me on even more, and I slowly release him, only to do the exact same thing again. I keep him as far back in my throat as I can. One thing I’ve discovered about Cooper is how much he loves it when I blow him. And I know that when we really get going, he’s going to fuck my face. It’s hot as hell making a guy who has control over everything in his life crazy. On the field, his finances, his private life—but as soon as my mouth is on him, he loses it all, and I revel at being the one to cause it.
Just as I thought, I remove my hand from his shaft, and he grabs both sides of my face pulling me off and on his dick, the sloppy sound echoing through the room.
“Damn,” he says. “Your mouth… never enough… god. Tell me if I’m too rough.”
I shake my head, and his eyes focus on mine as he uses me to get himself off. “I’m coming,” he says a second later.
I nod, and he pumps into me three more times before he stills and pumps his release into my mouth. Once I finish swallowing, I slowly move my mouth off his dick.
“You’d tell me if I hurt you?” There’s so much concern in his eyes.
I chuckle and nod. “Yes.”
He picks me up and tosses me further onto the bed. “Now it’s my turn. Spread your legs.”
