Brett Cooper Hot Novels & Stories

Bella helped Austin to slip one hand under his shirt then Bella was silent for a moment enjoying everything. “We can do it here, come on.” Bella whispered. Austin smiled happily, then he guided Bella to bend over slightly, lifted her skirt and immediately made love there to her heart's content. In fact, the two of them didn't care at all whether anyone saw them, or whether the CCTV camera would record their hot scene. Bella's chest hung perfectly, moving in a restless manner. Bella started to thrust every time Austin filled her deeply. “Sorry, sir.” An employee immediately came in and was quite shocked by what was happening there. He immediately withdrew in an orderly manner.

He whispered holy in her ears, it's sounded so erotic, those words were enough to turn me on. I unconsciously parted my thighs, enough to free his hand that was trapped between them, Brett smirked and pushed higher until he cupped my heater entrance. I yelped, pulling my thighs tightly together, I trapped his hand and this time Brett didn't bother to tell me, he used his other hand to push my legs apart. “Relax” was all he said before he nudged my underwear aside and touched my core.

She regretted not bringing one so she can ask for his signature. "Your bags are my favorite,” Britney shared. "Just how much you earned every month? I heard you're doing a collaboration with Paris Hilton," Jenny asked. Besides of Brett’s looks, this is also one of his way to attract girls, as if he’s the flower in the middle of the buzzing bees. Women loves money. And when they found out the Brett is the owner of the famous and luxurious beauty and fashion brand, their eyes always turned into dollar signs. “It will probably awkward to answer that question,” Brett said, while looking at them women’s partners.

"She's not just his favorite bitch. The woman would become the mother of Rafe Wilder's children. You know, Rafe has got a replacement for Brittany. She was your daughter who died in the accident, right?” The calmness on Cooper's face evaporated, replaced by tension and a red face with anger. In all the years since Brittany's death, no one has bothered him and offered him business under the Brittany name. That person clearly knows how to activate the anger button in his heart. "Don't toy with me, bastard! I will definitely find you and kill you.”

She was annoyed to see a woman she didn't know being so familiar with Edward. "Miss Arletta is the model who will be featured in the promotional ads for the apartment and mall projects we're working on, Mister," Samuel continued explaining. "She's highly competent in this field and many major companies have acknowledged her ability to attract a wide customer base." The woman named Arletta smiled widely. "I'm actually very honored to be part of this project. Besides, who doesn't know AlphaBeta?" she said. "I never imagined that the CEO himself would be as handsome as everyone says."

I yell back, "YES BRETT WE ARE IN HERE." Brad walks in and stops, looking a little surprised, he says, "Looks like I missed out on some fun?" "Yep" I reply with a big smile on my face, "your brother is quite the romantic one, maybe the best passionate LOVE making I have ever had! You have your work cut out to top him!" Brett shrugs his shoulders and says, "Yea, he always was the romantic one, but that's not me. So if you want hardcore sex, treated like a slut and used, call me!"

More cheers erupted, encouraging me on. Smiling softly, I strutted towards the stage. I wrapped my hand around the cold metal, all the while maintaining eye contact with the hottie. From up here, I finally got a more proper look at him. He was dressed in a black suit, no tie, shirt undone just enough to expose the sharp cut of his collarbone and a hint of tattoo ink peaking beneath. And his face? Expensive jawline, thick brows, and the kind of dead-serious gaze that could turn your knees into soup.

"You are so perfect." "Aren’t you in a meeting, Brett." She whispered. "I turned off my camera. Gibson and Derin have it under control." "Gibson, your partner?" Brett nodded. "He’s going to fire me if he finds out that I'm the reason you can’t focus on work." She laughed. Brett hoisted her onto his lap, depositing her on his desk, then rolling his chair until he settled between her thighs. "I’d like to see him try."

Like I’m gonna turn down this hot piece of ass. He slaps her hip for emphasis. The smack of his palm on her skin hits me like a bullet. ‘God, she’s so fucking hot,’ Brett says. ‘I can’t get enough of it. You fucked her ass yet?’ I shake my head, dumbfounded. How is he talking so casually about this? I can barely absorb what I’m seeing right now. ‘It’s awesome,’ he says with a wink. ‘Brett!’ Gina’s moan drags his attention away from me. She reaches up to him with her slender arms.

She looked like something out of a dream — soft, alive, untouchable. My nails dug into my glass. The host’s voice boomed through the mic: “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the king of the Hellfire MC, Ryder Bishop, and his beautiful lady, Tessa Morgan!” The room exploded. Cheers, whistles, the flash of cameras. People surged forward for photos, reporters snapped shots like it was a red-carpet premiere. Tessa’s arm was looped through Ryder’s, her smile modest but radiant. I wanted to scream. Cassie whispered, “Holy crap, she’s gorgeous.”