I set my phone down and flipped through my lesson plans, trying to clear my mind of boys and their pretty smiles, and before long, I’d buried myself in the task at hand, feeling productive for the first time in a very, very long time.

Cooper

My doorbell rang early that evening — it was either Chinese food or Maggie. I tried not to hurry to the door, imagining it was her, and when I opened it, I wasn’t disappointed.

She stood in the entry, rosy cheeked and smiling up at me, wearing a sweet dress with tiny flowers all over it and white sneakers, unfussy and perfectly beautiful. “Hey.”

“Hey.” I wrapped my arms around her and laid a hot kiss on her lips.

She looked up at me dreamily when she broke away. “I was kinda hoping you’d already be naked.”

“That would have been awkward if you’d actually been the delivery guy.”

She chuckled.

“How was your day?” I closed the door and followed her into the apartment.

“Long,” she said as she set down her bag. “I have a lot of work to do tonight. Our benefactor is coming tomorrow, and I’m supposed to put a proposal together for her.”

I stiffened, smiling to cover my discomfort, hoping my decision to keep any details about her new boss to myself was wise.

Her eyes narrowed. “Why do you look weird?”

I grabbed her around the waist and dipped her. “I’m just hearing that you’re not going to stay very long, and I don’t like it. Not one bit.” I kissed her deep, and her arms wound around my neck.

Her cheeks were flushed when I broke the kiss. “Well,” she said, voice raspy, “better make the most of it while we can.”

I wasn’t one to argue.

I kissed her again with intention, contemplating just how I’d like to undress her when the doorbell rang. I didn’t stop.

Her hands pressed my shoulders, and she broke away, smiling. “That’s dinner.”

“Fuck dinner. I’m ready for dessert.”

She giggled and kissed me gently. “Well, I’m starving.”

“Me too.” I covered her mouth with mine, and she pulled away, laughing.

“Answer it, Coop.”

The doorbell rang again, and I set her down, grumbling before flying to the door and ripping it open, glad I’d already paid and tipped when I called it in. I swiped the bag of Chinese food and closed the door in one motion, leaving a stunned delivery man in my entryway. I tossed the bag on the island on my way back to her.

I scooped her into my arms.

She laughed into my neck. “Seriously, I’m so hungry. Can we eat first?”

“Nope.” I pressed my lips to hers.

She pulled back, smiling. “If you feed me first, I’ll last longer.”

I sighed. “Well, in that case …” I kissed her gently and let her go.

“Thank you.”

I made my way into the kitchen to grab plates. “Water or wine?”

“Water,” she said as she sat down. “If I have wine tonight, I’ll never get my work done.”

I stacked up plates and napkins. “Meaning you’d stay longer? Because if so, I think you should reconsider.”

“You are the worst influence.”

“Thank you.” I made my way to the island where she was already unpacking dinner.

She opened a carton and took a long whiff. “God, I could eat a horse.”

“How about a Giant Hammerhead Cooper?”

A laugh shot out of her. “Why, did you get shark soup?”

I snorted.

She was still chuckling. “I’ve actually been thinking about The Hammerhead all day.”

“Oh?” I sat down next to her, amused and very turned on.

She nodded. “Mmhmm. Sometimes I just need your dick in my face.”

My brows shot up, and I smirked. “Keep talking like that and I’m not going to let you eat first.”

Maggie pouted dramatically, though her eyes smoldered. “Aww. I really wanted some egg roll.” She pulled one out of the paper envelope and inspected it. “They’re so hot and fat.” I watched as she opened her mouth and wrapped her pink lips around it, took a bite with a crunch and closed her eyes, moaning.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away, and I realized distantly that my mouth was open. I wet my lips. “Mags …” The word was almost a warning.

She opened her eyes and blinked up at me innocently. “What?”

I turned and grabbed her stool, pulling her between my legs. “I thought you wanted to eat?”

She set down the egg roll and dusted off her hands. “I did say that, didn’t I?” she asked as she slipped off the stool. “I’m hungry, Cooper.” Her hands trailed down to my pants and tugged at my belt, her eyes wide as she looked into mine. My hands found her waist. “Will you feed me?”

I would have laughed if my raging boner wasn’t straining against my underwear — I couldn’t even answer. She unzipped my pants and wrapped her fingers around my shaft. Her gaze was locked on mine, but when I leaned into her for a kiss, she backed away smiling, teasing me.

She hooked her fingers in the elastic band of my underwear, eyes on her hands as they gripped me. I watched her tongue slip out to wet her lips, lips that smiled when I pulsed in her hand involuntarily.

She bent over, ass out, breath hot, lips wet as she closed them over me. I sucked in a breath, but I couldn’t close my eyes, just slipped a hand into her curly hair and watched as I disappeared into her mouth. She pulled back and dropped down again, looking up at me, hand around my base as I hit the back of her throat.

“Fuck,” I whispered, and her eyes smiled before her lids fluttered closed.

Her body moved in a figure eight as she backed away and dropped down again and again, sucking and rolling her tongue when she came to the tip. I reached for the back of her dress and gathered it with my fingers until the hem hung in the curve of her waist, ass exposed, my eyes on her black G-string.

My heart banged as I gripped her hair and pulled to stop her, and she popped off, lips swollen, lids heavy. In a breath, I was kissing her, our tongues rolling, lips a hard seam. I could have devoured her in that moment.

But instead, I turned her around and bent her over my kitchen table. She panted, forearms on the surface, as I lifted her dress and hooked my fingers in the string of her panties, dragged it over the curve of her ass and down her thighs. She shimmied until they were on the floor and spread her legs. I gripped my shaft in one hand and slipped the other around her waist, down her stomach until I reached the sensitive spot to trace letters with the pad of my finger.

F. 

I guided my crown to the wet line. She turned to look behind her, sucking in a breath.

U.

I dragged it up the length of her.

C.

“Cooper,” she moaned shifting her hips as I rested against the dip.

K.

“Are you hungry, Maggie?” I flexed my hips and filled her slowly.

Her mouth hung open, lids fluttering closed, and she gasped when I hit the end. “Yes,” she whispered, lowering her cheek to the surface, her fingers clenching and releasing against the wood, looking for something to hold on to. I arched over her and took her hand, guiding it over her head as I pulled out and slammed back in. She threaded her fingers in mine, her other hand grabbing on as she used the leverage to press back into me. I nuzzled into her neck as I thrust again and again, rolling my hips until her breath sped up, legs trembling against mine, fingers white-knuckle, and then she came with a cry, squeezing me, releasing me. And I couldn’t wait, wouldn’t wait. I pumped faster, the soft pat of skin against skin driving me, and seconds later I let go, eyes pinned shut, breathing her name.

I opened my eyes as our bodies slowed, and I wrapped her in my arms, lying against her back, still inside of her. I kissed her shoulder, and she hummed before mumbling something.

“Hmm?”

“Thatwasfuckinghot,” she muttered, her cheek still resting on the surface of the table.