“I think I know what I want to do. It may take time and our, uh, baby making plans will need to take a back seat, but as soon as I come up with a solid game plan, we can revisit that marriage and baby talk,” she suggests.
“Yeah, you let me know when you’re ready. I’m just waiting for you to catch up, Hadley.” I prowl towards her as she backs up against the elevator wall. My hand grabs the back of her thigh, and I let her know exactly what I want to do with her with every movement of my body.
“I’m in the here and now. I promise you, Coop.” Her back arches as she moves to feel me against her core. That’s when the lights flicker, the elevator jars, and we start moving. This time, though, we’re going down.
“I guess this can wait. Hold on to the bar, darlin’.” I stand beside her, knowing if she goes crazy, I’ll do whatever I need to.
“I’m just glad this happened while you were with me. I don’t know how I would have handled this situation if I were by myself.” Her voice is low. Hadley doesn’t like showing her weaknesses, even when she first started leaving magazines around while I wasn’t there, trying to hide them as soon as I walked in the door. I didn’t give two shits. My place was a shell of a house until she moved in.
“There’s no place I’d rather be, Hadley.” I kiss her forehead. The elevator comes to a stop, and the door slides open.
“Sorry about the elevator, sir, ma’am.” I’m guessing it’s the elevator mechanic who’s standing with the building superintendent.
“No problem. I think we’ll take the stairs up. Unless you need us for anything?” I ask. Hadley’s hand is in mine. I probably won’t let her go for a while now, if at all.
“Nope, you’re free. My apologies once again.” I nod, looking over my shoulder at Hadley, watching as she tries to contain her laughter. There, behind the mechanic and superintendent, is Mrs. Smith. Hadley is not wrong—if we hadn’t gotten dressed, Mrs. Smith would have seen a whole lot more of us besides the sexy bedroom hair Hadley’s sporting and my wrinkled mess of a shirt from when she fisted her hands in it while she was taking me deep inside her mouth. Something tells me this is just the beginning with Hadley. There’s a whole lot more to explore.ThirteenHadleyTWO WEEKS LATER“No way. I’m sore, Cooper.” that stops him in his tracks. It’s been a couple of weeks since I pulled my head out of my ass and admitted my feelings that were creeping in where Cooper is concerned.
“Fuck, let me make you feel better.” I’m trying to get ready for the business proposal to take to his parents. His mom called the other day and told me she had an idea to pitch to her husband. I guess since Cooper took over the family business, he’s been bored at home and is tired of golfing. She knew what I was thinking about doing since, well, since Cooper tried to offer to pay for the startup plan. Of course, he wouldn’t adhere to what I wanted, including the interest rate. He wanted to just hand over a chunk of change, not worrying if my plans failed. I wasn’t having any of that, so his mom, Sandra, called yesterday and told me to come over today and pitch my business plan.
“No way! I have to leave, and you’re staying here. No following me, no listening to this meeting, and no meddling.” Cooper looks fit to be tied by my demands. I know if he comes, I’ll be even more of a mess than I already am.
“Hell no, I’m not having that. I’ll drive you and sit on the patio while you give this your all, but there is no fucking way I’m letting you take a goddamn Uber when I can drive you. Plus, we’re celebrating afterwards,” he states.
“Fine, but don’t you dare barge in during the meeting,” I give in, probably too easily, but he’s practically chomping at the bit to throw money my way to make my plan a success, and I’m saying no to him left and right. I know he needs this, at least.
“Good, now let me see your pretty pussy.” His voice is deep, causing me to rub my thighs together.
“You can look, but no touching,” I tease, knowing full well if he has it his way, we’ll be more than late. I half wish we had more time, because I could really use an orgasm to take my mind off potentially screwing this up.
I pull down my business skirt, something Cooper set out for me to wear when I was in the shower this morning. He has an obsession with these skirts even though I haven’t worn them in a couple of weeks. He made noise about them last week when I went to the doctor’s office to get on the depo shot after we sat down and had an honest to goodness talk. We both want children. Cooper sooner than me, but we settled on revisiting the decision in six months. I’d like to get my business started and see where it goes. If it doesn’t work out, I already told him I’d be looking at becoming a freelance architect. It would require me to take over a part of the apartment. Cooper offered up his home office. I knew that wouldn’t work when it came to him wanting to work from home. So, if it happens, we’ll turn my room into a second office, since you know, Cooper had me moving into his room. I rolled my eyes at his dominant tone when he told me. Secretly, though, I loved it. I’m sure he knows it too, but it’s fun to try and pretend that it bothers me.