Only One Regret (Only One 5)

"Ten. I have to go home and pack." His finger plays with my nipple softly, rubbing it back and forth. "I’d like another round here and one at home before I leave," he says, and who am I to say no to that.

"I’ll call you when I land," he states when we pull up to the office building, and I have this weird feeling in my stomach.

"Okay," I say to him, and he leans over and holds my chin with his finger.

"And you're going to answer," he pushes, and I roll my eyes.

"I’m going to answer," I confirm, and he leans over and kisses my lips softly. "Fly safe," I say, getting out of the SUV and walking away from him. My feet are getting heavier and heavier with each step.

He calls me when they land, and I answer him. He FaceTimes me that night, and even though at the beginning it’s a bit forced, it’s just Cooper and me by the end. It’s the longest five days of my life, and when I get a text that he’s landed, I smile.

Me: Welcome home.

Cooper: Good to be home.

I’m putting the key into my door when my phone rings and I see it’s Cooper. "Hey," I answer, opening my door. "I just got home.”

"Why didn’t you come here?" he asks, and I can tell from his voice he’s tired. The two games they played in Vegas were fucking rough. They were outshot and outplayed, and by the end of the second game, it was getting physical.

"I don’t know," I say honestly. " I just thought you wanted to relax tonight."

"I am going to relax when you get here.”

"But you have the girls," I remind him. "And you haven’t seen them in two weeks."

"I miss you." His voice comes out softly, and I turn around and close my door. "And I was hoping you could come over, and we could have dinner together."

I get in the car. "I was giving you space," I say honestly. "I didn’t want to be all over you when you just got the girls."

I make my way over to his house. "I just," he starts to say, and I park in the driveway beside him. "I," he says when I ring the bell, and I can hear him moving in the house. "I wanted you here."

He opens the door, and my stomach flips when I see him. He still has his dress pants on with a white button-down shirt that is rolled up on his forearms. His scruff is longer than normal, but it’s the playoffs, so I’m expecting it to get longer. His blue eyes look tired, but what makes my whole face light up is when the smirk on his face turns into a full smile. His hand reaches for me, and he pulls me inside. "The girls?" I ask, knowing his mouth is going to find mine.

"Eating a snack and watching television," he replies as his mouth comes down and kisses my lips as his tongue slides into my mouth. "Fuck, I’ve missed this," he says, letting go of me. His hand goes to my cheek. "You look beautiful," he compliments as he looks at me up and down. I didn’t even have time to change, so I’m wearing my loose floral skirt and a white short-sleeve silk top with nude high heels, "Nice dress.” His hand grips my ass, pulling me into him.

"It’s loose," I say, kissing his neck. "You know, just in case someone wanted to pay me a visit at the office, and we would go for lunch," I tease, and he looks at me. "I wanted you to have easy access," I say, winking. "Sucks you didn’t come to see me."

"Daddy!” Emma yells for him. I step out of his arms and walk away from him. I look over my shoulder and see him with his hands on his hips, and he looks at me.

"Are you telling me that if I came to see you for lunch …?" he says.

"That we would have used the back seat in your SUV?" I fill in the words for him. "The answer is yes," I say, walking into the kitchen and seeing the girls. "Well, look who it is." I walk to the counter, and Emma claps her hands and rushes to me.

"Auntie Erika," she says, wrapping her arms around my waist. "I missed you." I kiss her head and look over at Mia, who is trying to climb down from the stool. I walk over to help her and take her in my arms.

She hugs me and kisses my cheek. "Okay," Cooper says when he finally joins us, and I see his cock is still half-mast in his pants. "Dinner is ready," he states, walking over to the stove. I put Mia down on her stool and walk over to him.