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I nod. “Yeah. You have a meeting in twenty minutes.”

“I know,” he says, grinning. “Send him in when he gets here.”

“Okay.”

Is it possible he was stressing over me last night too? Over what I was doing and with whom? Or is he just merely curious? I really don’t think I’m cut out for all this. I’m not usually one to play games with men, and this certainly feels like one.

I just don’t know what to think anymore.

*****

I decide not to think at all.

We have lunch together, then after work Cohen follows me back to my house. As soon as I get of my car, he grab my by the waist and pushes me back against my door, kissing me like he hasn’t seen me in a month. He pulls my top out of my skirt, where I’d tucked it in, and runs his hands over the expanse of my skin. When he starts trailing his hand up my thigh, I pull him to the front door. He kisses my neck while I find my key then, when I finally get the door open, he lifts me in his arms, closes the door, and carries me to my bedroom, our mouths never parting. He puts me down and I finally get to play out my fantasy of ripping his work shirt off, the buttons flying everywhere, the white material thrown onto the floor. He slides his shoes off while I get on my knees, and then I undo his belt and remove his slacks.

I raise my eyes to his in disbelief. “You went commando to work?”

He grins and starts to stroke himself, then lifts me off the floor.

“What are you doing?” I complain. “I want you in my mouth.”

“And I want to f*ck you against the wall. Guess who’s going to get what they want first?”

I’m guessing it isn’t going to be me as he undresses me, lifts me once more and pins me against the wall. His mouth slams down on mine and his fingers work their magic, pushing inside me gently then working my clit. He removes his fingers and slides his cock inside me, thrusting gently at first, the cool wall behind my back. He sucks on my lower lip, pulling lightly with his teeth, then starts to kiss my neck. I lay my head against the wall and close my eyes, my nipples rubbing against his chest. His cock moves in and out of me in a perfect rhythm, hitting me at just the right angle.

“Cohen,” I moan, as he continues to kiss down my shoulder, my collarbone, then back up my neck. I love being kissed on my neck; it turns me on so much, takes me to that point of no return. The point where I don’t care what’s going on, I just have to be f*cked right then and there. The point where my mind turns off and all I can do is feel, and chase my orgasm.

“What do you want, baby?” he says into my ear, nibbling on the lobe. “You feel so good… Fuck, Jacinta.”

What do I want?

I want to come.

I want him.

I want this moment to never end.

I run my nails down his back, then kiss his lips when he brings them back to mine. “Don’t stop, Cohen,” I say against them before kissing him once more.

“Not going to stop until you’ve come all over my cock,” he grits out, licking my lips until I open for him again. His hands squeeze my hips, and my heels dig into his lower back. Cohen is in complete control right now, and I f*cking love it. I warn him before I come and he grabs my face, holding me still and looking into my eyes. He comes a few moments later, and I watch the expressions play out on his face, eyes shuttering in pleasure. I’ll never get tired of watching him come, never.

I could stare into those green eyes forever.





Chapter Thirteen


One Month Later


I’ve never been to Cohen’s house until now. I don’t know why, but it’s probably because I never asked to come here, and he never offered. For me, it’s easier to go to my house, because then it isn’t me who has to up and leave early in the mornings, or drive over late in the evenings. Tonight though, Cohen invited me to his, and said he’s going to cook for me. I didn’t even know he could cook. We usually eat out, or I’ll make something for the two of us. This is the first time I’ll be tasting something that he’s made, and I’m pretty excited about it.

“Your house is beautiful,” I say, my gaze landing on everything. It’s a modern three-bedroom, two-bathroom home, very spacious and masculine. Everything is black, grey or white, sometimes a splash of red here and there.

“Thank you,” he says as we walk through it, hand in hand. We stop in the kitchen, where he leads me to the table and pulls my chair out for me. “Have a seat. Can I get you something to drink?”

“Do you have any—”

“Red wine?” he cuts in, laughing. “I bought a bottle just for you.”

“Thanks,” I say, smiling at his thoughtfulness. I smooth down my floral dress and ask, “So, what’s on the menu tonight?”

“Hamburgers and fries, followed by chocolate cake,” he states, making me laugh.

“Really?” I ask, standing up and walking over to him, wrapping my arms around him from behind.

“Well, I thought to myself, what is her favourite dish? And it’s really a no-brainer. So I’m going to make you the best burger in the world, followed by chocolate cake that I didn’t make myself but went out of my way to buy from the best bakery in the city.”

I place a kiss on his spine, then let go of him. “You are so sweet, Cohen. You didn’t have to go through so much trouble.” Although, not going to lie, I do appreciate it.