BOSS

Cooper

HER FACE LIT UP WHEN she saw me, and I smiled down at her, the little thing in my big, imposing entry. I dragged her into my apartment before either of us spoke — all she could do was giggle as I pulled her into my chest.

Her blond hair was so curly, all I wanted was to bury my hands in it as she looked up at me, smiling.

“I only wanted to send Bobby so I could get you here quicker, you know.”

Her cheeks were flushed, and my eyes followed the trail of freckles across the bridge of her nose. “It’s a gorgeous day, and I’m glad I walked. But thanks, bossypants.”

I moved her hair from her face, slipping a big curl through my fingers. “There’s only one thing I’m the boss of, and right now, it’s in your pants.”

A laugh shot out of her. “Oh, my God, Cooper.”

I chuckled and bent to pick her up, my hands on her ass¸ and she wrapped her legs around my waist, bringing her almost eye-level with me. One corner of my mouth pulled up in a smile. “Tell me it’s not true.”

She laughed, her arms hanging loose around my neck. “Nobody’s the boss of what’s in my pants but me.”

I leaned into her. “Let’s see about that.”

Her eyes closed, our lips only millimeters apart for a heartbeat before I closed the gap. Her lips were soft and sweet, mine strong and insistent, and I swept my tongue against her bottom lip, urging her to open her mouth. She did what I wanted.

The kiss was everything it always was with Maggie — a mix of recklessness and decision, playfulness and sincerity. Her kiss always told me more than she would admit with her words.

She tightened her arms around my neck, and I deepened the kiss, squeezing her tighter. I spun us, and she squealed, smiling against my lips as I walked blindly to my bedroom. I laid her down on my bed and arched over her, pressing my hips into hers.

My lips found her neck, and she sighed, slipping her fingers into my hair. I trailed a hand down her ribs to the hem of her tank and under. Up her hot skin, to her breast. The thin lace was a tease — I cupped her, thumbing her nipple that peaked under my touch. She sighed again, and I smiled.

“I can’t get enough of you,” I whispered against her skin, closing my lips to kiss her delicate collarbone.

“I know,” she whispered back as I lifted her shirt.

My eyes were on my hand as it traced the curve of her breast, my fingers as they hooked the fabric and pulled, exposing her to me. Her hips rolled gently against mine, and I brought my lips almost to her nipple. I let out a breath, teasing her, and she arched her back, begging me with her body. So I waited a second longer, my lips still inches from her, knowing full well what I was doing to her.

I squeezed and closed my mouth over her nipple, sucking gently.

Her fingers twisted in my hair.

I spent a long moment right where I was, with her soft breast in my hand and tight nipple in my mouth. My fingers skated down her stomach, to the button of her jeans that I popped open with one hand, to her zipper that I dropped. I kissed down her body until I reached the V of her open pants, laid a long, hot kiss just above the waist of her black panties before backing away. My eyes connected with hers, and when I smiled and she blushed, I felt like a god.

I reached for her heels and pulled off her sneakers, grabbed the band of her jeans and tugged until they were off and out of my way, then her panties. And all the while, she watched me, blushing like that with her bottom lip between her teeth.

I ran my hands up her thighs and pushed her legs apart, skimmed the tip of my nose up her thigh and spread her open. I licked up the line, pausing when I reached the top to suck, rocking my face against her as she whispered something unintelligible, her fingers roaming to her bare breast. Her legs tightened when I slipped a finger inside, then another, hooking them to press the sensitive spot inside, squeezing in time with my tongue.

Her back arched, thighs trembling, and I moved faster, steady, giving more pressure, matching the rhythm of my mouth and hand as her hips rolled against me. She came closer, closer as I spurred her on, on and on until she dragged in a breath, squeezing around my fingers once, tight, then in pulses. Her breath slipped out in a sigh, and she dragged in another, shallow, ragged as she came.

I slowed as her body relaxed, rolled my tongue gently against her, hands still splayed across her ass and hips. She ran a hand through my hair, and I broke away to kiss her thigh again.

Maggie mumbled something, and I looked up at her. She looked sated, fresh, her face soft and lips smiling, fingers absently stroking her breast.

I climbed up her body. “Hmm?”

She opened her arms, and I filled them, settling in against her. “I said, you win.”

“Won what?” I laid a kiss on her neck.

“You’re the boss of what’s in my pants.”

I smirked. “I know.”

She ran a hand down my chest. “Why do you have so many clothes on?”

“I had a point to prove.”

Maggie smiled and pressed, urging me back. I rolled over, taking her with me. “You’re never naked enough,” she said softly and sat, straddling me.

She crossed her arms and grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head, leaving her curls bouncing. Her bra was next — I watched as she reached behind her and unhooked it, slid it down her arms and tossed it away. My eyes roamed her naked body, the soft curves of her breasts and stomach, her hips, her thighs. I slid my hands up her thighs as her fingers found the buttons of my shirt and unfastened them one by one, and she slipped her hands underneath, up my abs, my chest, my shoulders, so my torso was exposed.

Her eyes were on her hands as they trailed across my skin, fingers grazing my nipples as she dragged her fingers down to my pants and unfastened them. She grabbed the band of my pants, sending a shock through me when her nails grazed my skin, and my eyes locked on her bottom lip, caught in her teeth. My heart thumped as she moved between my legs and pulled my pants and underwear down my thighs, down my calves and off.

She settled between my legs, eyes down, lips parted, her arms around my waist, breath hot against the length of me. Every nerve in my body focused on her — she was close enough that I could feel her mouth, millimeters away. Her nose brushed the sensitive skin next to my shaft, and I closed my eyes, sucking in a breath when she licked the very top of my thigh, her cheek brushing against me.

I slipped a hand into her wild hair.

She ran the tip of her tongue up the length of me and kissed my crown, softly, sweetly. And when she closed her hot mouth around me and dropped down, I sucked in a breath, watching as I disappeared in her mouth. Her hand worked my base when she pulled out, her tongue rolling before she dropped down, again and again until I couldn’t take it anymore.

I wanted the rest of her. I wanted all of her.

I whispered her name — it was all I could manage — and when she let me go, I rushed to meet her halfway, taking those swollen lips for my own.

My fingers shifted in her hair, and I broke away. “Lie down,” I said, my voice rough.

I guided her to lay on her stomach, lifting her hips, angling her to me. Her cheek pressed against the bed, and her eyes closed as I stripped off my shirt. I touched the wet length of her, circling the bundle of nerves, and her lips parted again with a sigh.