“So, what do you think?” The saleswoman clasps her hands, smiling down at us with that customer service smile all salespeople have. “Is this the one?”
“Hmmm…” Maya says, tapping her finger against her chin. “Can we have a few moments to discuss it?”
“Of course!” the woman says cheerfully. She points to a desk in the center of the room. “I’ll be right over there. Give me a wave whenever you’re ready to get this baby loaded up in your truck.” She gives us another megawatt grin, then shuffles away, leaving us in our blissful state.
We’ve been sitting on this couch for the last fifteen minutes, letting our bodies sink into the cushions.
I decided the moment we sat down this was the winner, but Maya insisted we needed to sit on each couch for at least fifteen minutes before we made a final decision.
“Are you sure this is the one you want?” she asks once we’re alone. “The thing is massive and will take up your whole living room.”
“So? Isn’t the point of the living room to live in it? If I buy this thing, I’ll definitely be living in there. Do you like it?”
“It doesn’t matter what I like. It’s not my couch.”
“Then why are you trying to talk me out of it?”
“I’m not. I’m just playing devil’s advocate.”
“I’m pretty sure the devil doesn’t need more of those.”
She shrugs. “Just doing my duty as your official decorator.”
“Tell me, official decorator, other than it being too big—though that’s not an attribute you’ve been complaining about lately—does this couch have any qualities you’re not fond of?”
She bounces up and down a few times, patting the cushions. “No. It’s a solid couch. Sturdy. It’ll hold up for all those extracurricular activities you’re so fond of.”
“I’m going to assume you’re not referring to my Netflix marathons.”
She gives me a flirty grin, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I was thinking more horizontally.”
“Oh. Like this?”
I pounce on her and she shrieks as I pin her to the couch, her hands above her head. I’m glad we’re at the back of the building, tucked away in our own little corner so no one can see us.
“Nolan!” She wiggles under me in an attempt to escape—a big mistake because I can already feel my cock stirring to life—as I pepper kisses across her face. “Stop it! I was teasing!”
“You were not. You like my horizontal marathons on the couch.”
“I do. Which reminds me…maybe I should be couch shopping too. We’ve spent far too much time on it for it to be sanitary any longer.”
She’s not wrong there. If we’re not in my bed, we’re on the couch…or on the kitchen counter…or on the living room floor.
With the addition of my shower just hours ago, I’ve had her almost all over the apartment at this point.
All but her bedroom.
And man do I want to take her in the library so badly.
I hit the spot above her collarbone and she moans, arching into my touch as I tease the skin between her jeans and t-shirt where it has ridden up.
“Nolan…” She sighs.
A throat is cleared, and we both freeze.
We peek up at the intruder, and the last person I’m expecting to see is standing over us.
“C-Caroline,” Maya says, shoving at my chest. I take the hint and roll off her, spreading my legs to help alleviate the pressure in my throbbing dick. “Cooper.” She clears her throat. “Uh, what are you guys doing here?”
They smirk down at us like they caught us with our hands in the cookie jar.
And I guess they kind of did.
Cooper hitches his thumb Caroline’s way. “Caroline broke my office chair trying to give me a lap dance.”
“Cooper!” Her cheeks turn a bright red. “What the hell!”
“What?” He lifts his shoulders. “It’s true. You have awful coordination. I mean, that’s what got us into this mess in the first place—when you tripped in the hallway and grabbed my junk.”
“This mess? You mean our relationship?”
He shrugs again, and Caroline rolls her eyes. Cooper’s darken at her reaction, and I bet she’ll be catching hell for it later.
“I’d ask what you guys are doing, but that’s kind of obvious.” Caroline giggles. “Glad to see you took my suggestion, Maya.”
“What suggestion?” I ask Maya.
“Nothing,” she mumbles. “It’s nothing.”
It doesn’t sound like nothing, but I drop it because Maya looks mortified right now.
She hasn’t told River about us, just like I haven’t told Dean.
And now that Caroline knows…it means they will soon too.