More of that rough plea. It had my nipples tightening to the point of pain. I wanted that. Wanted to feel every part of him, moving in me, releasing. I wanted it all.
“Yes,” I breathed.
Cope’s hands were on the button of his jeans then, his fingers deftly undoing them and sliding them down his thighs. His cock stood at attention, long and thick, and I couldn’t help but swallow.
“Cope…”
His hand encircled his dick, stroking once, twice. “For the love of God, tell me you aren’t having second thoughts.”
“You have a big dick.” The words were out before I could stop them.
His lips twitched. “Thanks for noticing, baby.”
“I, um, uh?—”
Cope moved between my legs, one hand sliding into my hair and taking hold. “You’re ready for me. Don’t worry, Warrior. It’ll fit.”
I shuddered as his tip bumped my entrance, but my nerves slid away because, God, I wanted him inside me. Cope’s lips skimmed the column of my neck. “Tell me you’re ready.”
There was only one answer. “Yes.”
Cope’s hand tightened in my hair, arching me back as he slid inside in one long, powerful thrust. My mouth fell open in a silent O as he filled me. The sensation fluttered along that line of pleasure and pain, the kind that only drove every feeling higher.
Cope slid out and then back in, deeper this time. “Fucking heaven.”
My legs encircled him, my boots digging into his ass, driving him deeper. It was all he needed. Cope powered into me with a force that had my eyes watering and my muscles quaking.
“Cope,” I whispered.
His fingers tightened in my hair. “Hold on. Need more of you. More of this perfect heat.”
He took me. Over and over. My whole body moved with his, attuned to his every shift.
“Warrior,” he snarled.
I knew he was ready. And that nickname, roughly sworn, tipped me over the edge. I clamped down on Cope, my inner walls convulsing as my heels dug in harder. But he didn’t stop. Every wave of my orgasm only drew him deeper.
With a rough curse, Cope came. The feel of him releasing inside me pulled another wave from my body, and I couldn’t hold back the cry that escaped my lips. Cope rode each tremor, dragging them out until I collapsed back onto the desk.
He ran a hand down my neck, between my breasts, and over my now-bunched dress to circle my navel. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than this sight. Need to burn it into my memory.”
My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath. Cope came into focus in snapshots. His hair wild now. His dark-blue eyes lighter. Color in his cheeks. He was more alive than I’d ever seen him. I never wanted to forget this moment either. “You’re beautiful.”
His mouth quirked. “I’ve got nothing on you.”
Slowly, Cope slid out of me, and I couldn’t help the slight wince. His hands were instantly there, gently lifting me, concern all over his face. “Was it too much?”
My hands went to his cheeks, the scruff tickling my palms and reminding me what it had felt like against my thighs. “It was perfect.”
His concern melted into a softness that had the contents of my chest rearranging. Cope leaned over, his lips brushing mine. “Was it worth me breaking the girls’ night rule?”
A laugh bubbled out of me. “Definitely worth it.”
His eyes searched mine. “Stay with me tonight?”
My heart thudded against my chest. This was different. I wasn’t soothing him from a nightmare. It was more.Wewere more. But I still found one reckless word breaking free. “Yes.”
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