“Why yes, Matthew. I can see the question in your eyes. I do fully hope that the drink relaxes you and we can take a very relaxing bath again tonight.”
My heart thunders in my chest as I take the bacon out of the oven and get to work chopping it. The eggs are peeled next and the avocados sliced. By the time I finally hand him his bowl of salad, my dick is on full alert. It’s ready for a repeat of this morning.
I want a fucking repeat.
“Very good,” he says, placing a large bite into his mouth and chewing. He takes a sip of his lemon drop and then sighs. “Probably the best salad I’ve had.”
“Fucking doubtful,” I say, even though I feel myself swell with pride. No one has complimented my salad-making skills before. When have I actually had a compliment from someone about anything recently?
The only ones I’ve gotten have been from him.
And my body and mind eat them up.
I’m a glutton for his praise.
“No, for real. I’ve been all over the world and this is the best salad I’ve ever eaten. Unless I was to toss yours, of course. Then that would trump this.”
I choke on the egg lodged in my throat and take a glug of my drink. My head spins as Coop casually pats me on the back.
“I’d really like to try it sometime. When you’re ready. If you’re ever ready. You just say the word.”
“You’re not going to toss my salad.”
“Of course not. Forget I said anything.”
But of course, I can’t. I obsess over it as we finish our dinner and then sit outside together, my body lying between his legs, my head on his chest. And then I obsess more later on when he runs another bath for us and leads me into it, stripping me down and tugging me into the water.
He wraps his arms around me, and I lean back into him once more, loathing that tomorrow I need to wake up and go to work.
I have zero desire to work anymore. Not when I could stay here with Coop and be pampered.
I just want to stay in his arms night and day.
But that’s not reality.
“What are you thinking about?” Coop asks as he holds me against him.
“About how I don’t want to go into work tomorrow.”
“Oh, my poor baby,” Coop says, his lips brushing against my neck. I tilt my head slightly and let him kiss his way across my pulse point. My body trembles slightly at the feel of him touching me like this. It’s so intimate. “You could just quit, and I could take care of you.”
“Pfft,” I manage to squeak out. “I’ll never get that divorce if I do that.”
His body stiffens behind me and his lips leave my skin. I regret my words immediately. Why am I talking about divorce when he’s been so kind to me?
I sit up and turn around, straddling his legs and settling on his lap. I’m bigger than him, and for a second, I worry that perhaps I’m crushing him, but the way that Coop pulls me closer only encourages the lap-sitting.
“I’m sorry. This is all still so confusing for me,” I say, and Coop’s eyes flutter shut for a second.
“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”
I lean forward and press my face into his neck, letting him just hold me against his chest. I like this—really fucking like it and wouldn’t mind if this became some kind of nightly ritual for the two of us.
My dick is hard and pressed against his. I’ve just accepted that this is what happens to me now when it comes to Coop. It just seems that I like him against me. Like when he touches me, holds me. Does all the sweet things he does for me on a daily basis.
Would staying married to him for a while really be so bad?
“What do you need?” Coop asks gently, his hands sliding into the water and grabbing on to my bare ass.