"Oh God, I wish I was there. But I will be soon. I'll take that ache away, baby."
On any other man, it might have sounded big headed. But not on Cooper. My pleasure had always been his priority, and I'd known that since the beginning. It was why I'd been able to relax as much as I had around him. There had never been any shame in my needs with him. And for a woman who’d been raised, inadvertently, to believe that those needs were shameful, his attitude was incredibly freeing.
"Are you hard?" I asked, my voice ridiculously breathy.
He grunted. "What do you think? My cock is aching with need for you, Lauren."
“For what? My pussy? Or… my mouth?"
He gritted out, "At this moment, your pussy. You get so wet, sweetheart. So god damn slick it makes me feel like I’m about to go insane. You love it when I touch you, and respond so beautifully when you're in my arms. How can I not find that so incredibly sexy?"
I didn't feel sexy, but with him any doubts slipped away. And I knew that he meant it. Every single word. His words gave me the confidence to spear a finger inside myself, to use the base of my wrist to rub my clit as I explored my pussy with my fingers. The hissing breath that escaped me had a groan roaring in my ear.
"Tell me how wet you are," he demanded.
"Oh God, Cooper, I'm so wet. I'm so ready for you, sweetheart. I need you so much. I need your cock inside me. Need it to take this ache away."
My fingers became frantic as I worked myself over, trying to replicate motions that he had down pat, but which were new to me. My words turned breathy, high-pitched, as I cried out, “Why aren’t you here?"
"I will be soon, sweetheart," he promised, and maybe that promise was all I needed, because release was ridiculously close.
Seconds later, as I ground the heel of my hand into my clit, climax roared through my body, and as I grunted and groaned through my pleasure, I listened on in disbelief as he too climaxed.
The knowledge that he'd found release, filled me with more confidence. As well as power. However long he was away, I had no problem in seeing to his needs. That was for damn sure.
Chapter 23
COOPER
“Gandy wants you for all these designs?”
My VP, Eric Banton, looked pleasantly surprised by the plans I’d laid out in front of him an hour ago.
He’d been flicking through them as we chatted about my trip and the work I’d done while away.
I’d decided that a hard sell wasn’t the way to go with this pitch.
Eric was a great boss, but that was because I was a great employee. I did my job, never complained about working insane hours, and generally brought the bacon home. It would have been hard to be a shitty superior with a guy like me to manage.
I wasn’t being big headed there either.
My pay was good, great even. But my salary was doubled thanks to incentives and bonuses… My reputation spoke for itself.
So, his being usually great to work for didn’t necessarily mean he’d give me what I wanted if it went against the company’s bottom line.
If I was too passionate about this project, then he’d get suspicious. Eric had been born and bred in New York. The dipshit didn’t seem to realize that life could be lived off this island—so to him, being sent to Maine was a punishment.
If I was eager, then he’d think it was weird, and might dig around. I didn’t know what he’d find—likely nothing—but suspicions might make him act out.
So, I’d decided that being my usual laidback self was the way to go. Even when I’d won my biggest account, I’d not been particularly exuberant in my glee.
It just wasn’t my way.
Each conquest required a private celebration that involved me, my stockbroker, and a discussion of my stock portfolio.
That was I how I celebrated, by further securing my assets.
Yeah, I was boring. I knew that. I was just grateful Lauren didn’t seem to realize that, or if she did, didn’t seem to mind it.