Clarity of Lines by N.R. Walker Read Free Book Online Page B

architect, who had mentored me ten years ago—had assumed Linkin Park was a period-drama play, because he wanted to know which theatre on Broadway it was showing. “He thought it sounded Presidential.”
    Cooper laughed. “You work with dinosaurs.”
    I corrected him. “We’re very talented, prestigious dinosaurs, thank you very much.” Then I teased him, “Aren’t you glad you weren’t his intern?”
    Cooper nodded and bit his bottom lip. “Yeah, I wouldn’t have fantasised about being pushed against his draughting board, letting him have his wicked way with me…”
    Forgetting what it was I was reading, I looked up and stared at him. “Fantasised? My draughting board ?”
    Cooper sat on the armrest of the sofa and smirked that smug, salacious smile at me. “You’d make me face the board and I’d hold onto the top of it with my pants around my ankles. You wouldn’t even bother to undo the button on your suit pants…just the zip…”
    I got up from the dining chair and walked over to stand between his legs, pressing myself against him.
    Cooper smiled and his voice was gruff and slow. “And you’d fuck me.”
    “Jesus, Cooper,” I said, pushing my hips against his, and he ran his hands over my ass. He could feel how hard I was. “I just can’t get enough of you.”
    “Good,” he whispered. “Because I want you all the time.”
    I kissed him, filling his mouth with my tongue. He pulled my hips harder into his, but I wedged my hand between us. I undid the button and fly on his cargos first, then on mine until our hardened cocks were pressed together. I gripped us both in one hand, still tongue-fucking his mouth while I jerked us off together. His cock was hot and silky-hard against mine.
    He groaned in my mouth and I needed air. I pulled my mouth from his and sucked back a breath, only to scrape my teeth down his jaw to his ear. “I’d fuck you so hard,” I whispered in his ear, his head fell back and his cock surged and swelled in my hand.
    Watching him come, feeling his warmth erupt over his stomach and down my hand, down my cock, brought me undone, and I shot white stripes over his skin.
    He wrapped his arms around me and we slid over the armrest of the sofa, landing in a sticky mess with me lying on top of him.
    The room still hadn’t stopped spinning when Cooper chuckled underneath me.
    “Fuck, Tom,” he murmured. “That was intense.”
    “You shouldn’t talk about fantasies like that,” I mumbled into his neck.
    He laughed again. “I think I really should talk about them more often.” He ran his hands over my back and through my hair. “We should get cleaned up for tonight.”
    I noticed then that he still had one leg bent over the back of the sofa and his other foot on the ground while I was lying awkwardly over him. “I don’t want to move. Too comfortable.”
    He chuckled. “Is this some old person yoga position? The dual pretzel?”
    I laughed as I leaned up off him. “The sticky dual pretzel.”
    We untangled ourselves, and Cooper suggested we shower together. “To save water,” he said. “We should be responsible, ecologically sound citizens,” he said.
    I rolled my eyes. “You just want to see me wet and naked, don’t you?”
    He laughed and put his wrist to his mouth, pretending to speak into some covert-operative mouthpiece. “My cover’s been blown, I repeat, my cover’s been blown.”
    “You’re such a smart ass.”
    “Yeah, well,” he said, pulling me into the bathroom. “You love me and my smart ass.”
    “Yes, I do.”
    Once we were out of the shower, dressed and almost ready to go, the intercom buzzed. Lionel’s familiar voice said, “Mr Elkin?”
    I walked over and pressed the intercom button. “Yes, Lionel?”
    “Sir, sorry to interrupt, but Ryan’s on his way up.”
    That was odd. “Okay, that’s fine, Lionel.”
    “Um, Mr Elkin?”
    “Yes?”
    “Your ex-wife is with him.”
    “Sofia?”
    “Yes, sir,” he replied. “Just thought