Lane Hart - Cooper (Savage Kings MC Book 10)

A re there any messages for me? I ask Barbara, our firms secretary, when I walk back into the office after the morning session of court.

Ah, no, but Mr. Cummings stopped by to see you, she replies with a grin.

Well, its a shame I missed him, I reply, disappointed that I didnt get to see the sexy biker who is so gorgeous I could easily picture him posing shirtless on a billboard ad.

Oh, hes still here, Barb whispers.

Glancing around at the sofas in our empty waiting room, I ask, He is? Where?

He, um, insisted that he would wait for you in your office, she responds. Hope thats okay?

Thats fine. As if a Savage King would take no for an answer, I mutter, totally blaming him and not her for the invasion of my privacy. Hold my calls, please, I say as I try to recall the color of my underwear. Do my bra and panties match? Since Im wearing a tight-fitting, ivory skirt, I had to wear an ivory thong, so at least theres that. But I think my bra is black

Even if Owen calls? Barb asks, interrupting the obsessive thoughts about my intimates.

Hearing his name is almost the equivalent of having ice cold water dumped over my head. But it doesnt reach the lower part of my body that needs what only Cooper can give me.

If Owen calls, tell him I went out to lunch and to try me back tomorrow, I reply. Even talking to him later today will only kill whatever buzz I hope to be riding soon enough.

Sure thing, she agrees. Oh, and dont forget that you have a one oclock appointment with the Donovans.

Oh, right, I say, looking up at the clock on the waiting room wall and wincing since thats only ten minutes from now. Do I want to keep paying clients waiting or hurry up and get Cooper out of my office? Who am I kidding, thats not even a choice. Im sure hell make it quick, once I give him the proper motivation. Besides, we both know this visit of his is about sex and nothing more. If he wanted anything else, he would ask for my phone number or ask me out on a date. But its not like I have time for a relationship anyway

Offer the Donovans refreshments when they come in. Just tell them Im dealing with aclient emergency and Ill be with them as soon as possible.

Will do, Barb says with a knowing grin.

I run my fingers through the front part of my blonde shoulder-length hair to fluff it up a little as I hurry down the hallway and then reach for the doorknob to go into my office.

Not that you would know its my office thanks to the man currently occupying my chair. Wearing his usual leather cut and jeans, his black, scuffed boots are propped up on my desk and even crossed at the ankle. Coopers wavy, brown hair looks longer than the last time I saw him a few weeks ago, almost to his chin now and pushed back behind both of his ears to display his perfect, handsome face. The cocky grin, however, is still exactly the same as I remember.

My panties were ready to hit the floor as soon as Barb told me he was in my office, but I dont plan to ever let him see just how much he affects me. Hes an outlaw biker who runs a strip club. Thats not exactly long-term, safe boyfriend material, so I have no idea why I keep fooling around with him. Except for the fact that the sex is amazing and its nice to be wanted by a man like him. Besides, Im not looking for anything more, which makes him the perfect companion.

What do you think youre doing in here, Cooper? I ask him as I set my briefcase down at my feet, trying to sound annoyed. Theres no reason to make this any easier than it already is for him. Hes probably never had a woman turn him down.

Waiting for you, counselor, he responds. Lowering his legs and placing his feet on the floor, he pats the top of his muscular thighs and says, Now, why dont you come climb up on my lap and give me a proper welcome.

I have clients coming soon, so well have to make this fast. Why dont you just tell me why youre here?

Reaching inside the front of his cut, he pulls out a pink, tri-folded sheet of carbon paper and places it on the center of my desk.

Another speeding ticket? I remark, inwardly pleased since I recently learned about his little secret and all the trouble he goes through to keep seeing me. Still, I play along with the charade. How many tickets is that this year? Four? You know I cant keep getting you off with just court costs.

When he raises his eyebrows arrogantly, I brace myself for the suggestive comment hes about to make. Not letting me down, Cooper says, Oh, I think youll be surprised by how many times you can get me off.

Pervert, I tease because I sort of love his dirty mouth.

Cock tease, he responds.

I gasp indignantly before throwing the taunt asshole back at him.

Sure thing, baby, but youre so uptight I figured you would be opposed to me putting my dick there.

Never gonna happen, I respond with a puff of nervous laughter. Hes right, I am too uptight to even consider such a thing.

Cooper doesnt respond to my remark. Instead, he waits patiently, silently, before speaking again when I dont say another word.