The doorman smiled at me. “Miss Williams?”
I blinked, startled that he knew my name. “Yes?”
“Mr. Moore added you to his permanent guest list. He told me to send you up.”
I blushed. “Thank you so much.”
“It’s my pleasure. Allow me.” He opened the door, and I stepped into the lobby, feeling a little fancy and a lot strange.
I’d been there almost a dozen times, but Cooper was usually with me, and we always came through the back entrance. But as I stepped into the elaborate foyer, I felt like a hayseed in my sneakers and jeans. To fit in there, I would have needed to be a little more Dior and Louboutin and a little less H&M and Converse.
I followed the doorman into the elevator well, admiring the golden compass on the floor between the two elevator doors. It always caught my eye, the elaborate starburst that made the compass rose, colored in alternating matte and shiny gold. It was like the cherry on the design sundae in such a brilliant building.
The elevator door opened, and I stepped inside. The doorman ducked in and waved his key fob over the sensor pad before hitting the P1 button.
He tipped his hat as he backed out. “Have a lovely time, Miss Williams.”
“Thank you again,” I called as the doors closed, and I leaned against the elevator wall, all of a sudden nervous, or intimidated maybe. Like I didn’t belong. When the doors opened a moment later to his black and gold foyer, I felt even less sure of myself. But I walked across the space and knocked on his door anyway. And the second he opened it and I saw his smiling face, it was like nothing before that moment had ever happened.
BOSS
Cooper
HER FACE LIT UP WHEN she saw me, and I smiled down at her, the little thing in my big, imposing entry. I dragged her into my apartment before either of us spoke — all she could do was giggle as I pulled her into my chest.
Her blond hair was so curly, all I wanted was to bury my hands in it as she looked up at me, smiling.
“I only wanted to send Bobby so I could get you here quicker, you know.”
Her cheeks were flushed, and my eyes followed the trail of freckles across the bridge of her nose. “It’s a gorgeous day, and I’m glad I walked. But thanks, bossypants.”
I moved her hair from her face, slipping a big curl through my fingers. “There’s only one thing I’m the boss of, and right now, it’s in your pants.”
A laugh shot out of her. “Oh, my God, Cooper.”
I chuckled and bent to pick her up, my hands on her ass¸ and she wrapped her legs around my waist, bringing her almost eye-level with me. One corner of my mouth pulled up in a smile. “Tell me it’s not true.”
She laughed, her arms hanging loose around my neck. “Nobody’s the boss of what’s in my pants but me.”
I leaned into her. “Let’s see about that.”
Her eyes closed, our lips only millimeters apart for a heartbeat before I closed the gap. Her lips were soft and sweet, mine strong and insistent, and I swept my tongue against her bottom lip, urging her to open her mouth. She did what I wanted.
The kiss was everything it always was with Maggie — a mix of recklessness and decision, playfulness and sincerity. Her kiss always told me more than she would admit with her words.
She tightened her arms around my neck, and I deepened the kiss, squeezing her tighter. I spun us, and she squealed, smiling against my lips as I walked blindly to my bedroom. I laid her down on my bed and arched over her, pressing my hips into hers.
My lips found her neck, and she sighed, slipping her fingers into my hair. I trailed a hand down her ribs to the hem of her tank and under. Up her hot skin, to her breast. The thin lace was a tease — I cupped her, thumbing her nipple that peaked under my touch. She sighed again, and I smiled.
“I can’t get enough of you,” I whispered against her skin, closing my lips to kiss her delicate collarbone.
“I know,” she whispered back as I lifted her shirt.
My eyes were on my hand as it traced the curve of her breast, my fingers as they hooked the fabric and pulled, exposing her to me. Her hips rolled gently against mine, and I brought my lips almost to her nipple. I let out a breath, teasing her, and she arched her back, begging me with her body. So I waited a second longer, my lips still inches from her, knowing full well what I was doing to her.
I squeezed and closed my mouth over her nipple, sucking gently.
Her fingers twisted in my hair.
I spent a long moment right where I was, with her soft breast in my hand and tight nipple in my mouth. My fingers skated down her stomach, to the button of her jeans that I popped open with one hand, to her zipper that I dropped. I kissed down her body until I reached the V of her open pants, laid a long, hot kiss just above the waist of her black panties before backing away. My eyes connected with hers, and when I smiled and she blushed, I felt like a god.
I reached for her heels and pulled off her sneakers, grabbed the band of her jeans and tugged until they were off and out of my way, then her panties. And all the while, she watched me, blushing like that with her bottom lip between her teeth.
I ran my hands up her thighs and pushed her legs apart, skimmed the tip of my nose up her thigh and spread her open. I licked up the line, pausing when I reached the top to suck, rocking my face against her as she whispered something unintelligible, her fingers roaming to her bare breast. Her legs tightened when I slipped a finger inside, then another, hooking them to press the sensitive spot inside, squeezing in time with my tongue.
Her back arched, thighs trembling, and I moved faster, steady, giving more pressure, matching the rhythm of my mouth and hand as her hips rolled against me. She came closer, closer as I spurred her on, on and on until she dragged in a breath, squeezing around my fingers once, tight, then in pulses. Her breath slipped out in a sigh, and she dragged in another, shallow, ragged as she came.
I slowed as her body relaxed, rolled my tongue gently against her, hands still splayed across her ass and hips. She ran a hand through my hair, and I broke away to kiss her thigh again.
Maggie mumbled something, and I looked up at her. She looked sated, fresh, her face soft and lips smiling, fingers absently stroking her breast.
I climbed up her body. “Hmm?”
She opened her arms, and I filled them, settling in against her. “I said, you win.”
“Won what?” I laid a kiss on her neck.
“You’re the boss of what’s in my pants.”
I smirked. “I know.”
She ran a hand down my chest. “Why do you have so many clothes on?”
“I had a point to prove.”
Maggie smiled and pressed, urging me back. I rolled over, taking her with me. “You’re never naked enough,” she said softly and sat, straddling me.
She crossed her arms and grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head, leaving her curls bouncing. Her bra was next — I watched as she reached behind her and unhooked it, slid it down her arms and tossed it away. My eyes roamed her naked body, the soft curves of her breasts and stomach, her hips, her thighs. I slid my hands up her thighs as her fingers found the buttons of my shirt and unfastened them one by one, and she slipped her hands underneath, up my abs, my chest, my shoulders, so my torso was exposed.
Her eyes were on her hands as they trailed across my skin, fingers grazing my nipples as she dragged her fingers down to my pants and unfastened them. She grabbed the band of my pants, sending a shock through me when her nails grazed my skin, and my eyes locked on her bottom lip, caught in her teeth. My heart thumped as she moved between my legs and pulled my pants and underwear down my thighs, down my calves and off.