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painfully into her back.
    “Yeah, I’m fine.” She attempted to push past him but his hold became tighter, unrelenting. She glared up at him and he stared emotionlessly back. “Let me go. I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable again,” she hissed irately through her teeth, and Cooper caught the hint of hurt in her eyes.
    So that was it.
    His eyes narrowed and he let her face go free, moving out of the way. She strode back to the couch and sat on one corner, while he watched her from his vantage point in the kitchen.
    Now he really was uncomfortable. His cock was aching, his balls getting heavier by the second. Having Jenny around in his apartment hadn’t been the smartest idea after all. Maybe I should set her up somewhere else. A hotel or some place. But she would never agree.
    As soon as he took a step toward the couch, she stood up casually, straightened her loose, baggy t-shirt, and moved toward her bedroom. “I'm exhausted. I think I should go to bed early.”
    “Mhmm?” He changed direction and stopped her from moving any further. “Jenny? Look at me.”
    His tone was harsh. She couldn’t help but do as he asked.
    “We’re not kids anymore.” He glared at her.
    “Yes, I see that.”
    “We’re adults, and we very obviously want each other.”
    “What?” she cried, chuckling in shock at his bluntness.
    He reached for her face and she lurched backward, but he grabbed her arm instead to draw her nearer. She shuffled in his hold, not meeting his eyes, her gaze glued to the front of his t-shirt. His hand rested on her back for an instant before sliding upward, lifting her baggy shirt, baring her skin, and stroking it.
    With a shattered gasp, she attempted to bolt but he was holding her tightly, her small body crushed against his tall, muscled one. Wordlessly, she struggled to pull away and wordlessly he rubbed her back, holding her imprisoned.
    “Stop it, Cooper!” she whispered and the words didn’t have any commitment whatsoever. She cursed herself. Her pussy was tingling. Her boobs seemed to be tugged toward his chest by some force that she was trying very hard to fight.
    “Look at me!” he roared and she gazed up angrily. Her mind was in turmoil, her body distressed at being stroked…on only her back. She wanted to be wrapped in his arms, naked, their skin touching. The ache in her pussy was agonizingly obvious to her troubled resolve. “Do you feel that?”
    “What?”
    “My hand. Do you know where I’d rather rub you?”
    No words formed. She was dying, shaking with the urge to give up. It didn’t matter that she thought he was a player. She only wanted to see his body naked, feel his cock stretching her insides. His blue eyes were drawing her into their depths. She remembered the old Cooper again. She couldn’t gaze into his eyes and not remember.
    His hand stubbornly slid over her back, over her ass, and delved down between the cheeks.
    “Unh!” she groaned and jerked. Her pussy was a wet, quivering mess.
    He yanked her closer and her face was pressed against his neck. “Do you feel how hard you make me, Jen?” It took a moment for her to realize that there was something very hard and unbending poking her in her stomach. The thrill of knowing that he was so aroused made her go limp and she inhaled sharply. “You can’t lie to me, Jen. I know you want me.”
    “I don’t!” she mumbled against his shoulder, her traitorous body relaxing a little as his fingers stroked her crack, and delved even lower. As soon as they touched the wet spot on her PJs where her pussy was juicing through, she lurched in shock and he instantly let her go.
    A smile spread across his face. “Liar!” he said with a chuckle and she pursed her lips, burning in mortification, her cheeks ablaze. She slammed the bedroom door shut and pressed the lock in the center of the knob. It wouldn’t catch.
    Frustrated, she jerked off her wet PJ bottoms and baggy shirt, and slipped into a white tank top and blue