Boss Me (Private Listing #3)

I lean against him as my eyes travel over the curves and dips of the woman’s body. It’s a beautiful painting. “It’s lovely.”

“Pretty sure the woman was my grandmother’s lover.” Coop presses his hard cock against my ass. “I’d commission an artist to paint you like that, if you wanted.”

“That seems a little excessive.” My eyes flick to the painting. It really is gorgeous. Though I can’t imagine having a nude painting of me in existence.

“Maybe I’ll have it hung in a museum in your honor. Would you like that, goddess?” He takes my hand and draws me deeper into the room. His smile is mischievous, and his heated gaze strokes over my body, making awareness prick at my skin. “People through the ages gazing at your delightful body, taking pleasure in the artful curves and precise strokes of the artist’s brush?”

I laugh and it fills the room. “You wouldn’t keep it for yourself? So you have something to remember me by?”

“Why would I keep it? When I have the real thing to warm my cock?” He pulls me into his arms. His gaze falls to my lips and my heart skips a little.

I can’t even think about the future, but the guys will move on from me. All that we’ll have left is our memories of our time spent together. My throat thickens and I clear it to loosen the lump lodged there.

I need more memories. So many more to squirrel away for a future that just seems bleak without them.

“Will you dance with me tonight, Coop?”

Kayla brought it up earlier, and I hadn’t thought about dancing. Worrying about the guys’ dates and the stalker had me so stressed out, I didn’t even think about the actual benefit. I want nothing more than for Coop to sweep me into his arms and lead me around the dance floor.

He spins me out suddenly before spinning me back in. I release a surprised laugh. My insides grow warm and fuzzy as he dips me over his arm and holds me suspended in the air. He has me under his full control and can choose to either lift me back up or drop me.

“Do you want to dance, goddess?”

Not taking my gaze from his, I nod. “I would love to.”

He lifts me slowly and presses me back until a marble column stops us.

“I’d love to dance with you,” he says.

I see the twinkle in his eyes before his mouth claims mine. Our tongues dance as his fingers drag my skirt up. This isn’t some darkened corner. This is the middle of a room, where anyone can walk in. Where security could find us.

What happens when we get kicked out?

“Coop.” I shift my lips from his. He continues to kiss down my throat, leaving sparks in his wake. I squeeze his shoulders. “We can’t do this here.”

“That’s the good thing about being me.” He slides his tongue along the necklace before easing my dress off my breast. I flick my gaze to the right and left, positive that someone will find us.

His eyes capture mine as his fingertip trails over my nipple. Seeing the hunger in his eyes, I forget why I’m even arguing with him. His hunger calls to me, traps me. I crave his mouth on my body.

“Money provides me a lot of finer things.” He punctuates each word with kisses trailing over my breast. My nipple is painfully hard, waiting for his touch. My breast feels heavy. “One of those things is fucking you in a room where you can see what my wealth can afford.”

“I don’t care about your money.” As his mouth encloses my nipple, I gasp and arch into him. Too quickly, he lifts from me slightly and blows lightly over where his lips were. I whimper with need.

His darkened eyes hold mine captive.

“No, you don’t, do you?” His voice has a sense of wonder to it. “You just want my cock deep inside you.” Gathering my skirt, Coop lifts my leg to the side, opening me up to him. “But I won’t come in your pussy or ass. As much as I want my cum dripping from your cunt to remind you who you belong to, I don’t want to ruin your beautiful dress.”

I catch his jaw in my hand and hold his eyes. “Are you going to make me come or not?”

“Such a needy cunt you have, my little whore.” His fingers tease my inner thigh, so close to where I ache for him. My legs tremble. Needing whatever he’ll do to me, not caring if this is on security cameras. I trust Coop to take care of me in all ways.

He leans in slowly until his mouth is just a hair’s breadth from mine.

“I’ll fuck you until you come, sweetheart, but then you’re going to suck me off with those gorgeous red lips of yours.” His every word makes me throb.

“Yes, please.”

His finger trails over my clit.