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We bond over lemon chicken with cheesecake for dessert as my dad and Joanie get to know Cooper’s family. Connor especially seems to find an easy bond with my dad, and I sit back for a beat to take a look around this table.

There’s so much love here. So much joy. My dad has his arm around Joanie, and though they may have some things to work through, they’re going to be okay. They have a baby on the way…I’ll finally have a little brother or sister.

Cooper and I have some things to work through, too. It won’t always be sunshine and roses. We’ll bicker and argue, and we’ll miss each other when we’re apart, and we’ll have a baby to raise together that will lead to sleepless nights and busier days, but we’ll always end up right where we’re supposed to be—by each other’s side.

My dad and Joanie take off shortly after dinner, citing some business they have to attend to. I don’t want to even think about what that might mean, but Cooper and I have some business of our own to attend to.

“I’ll be back late morning for brunch,” he says to his mom.

“Brunch?” I ask.

He nods. “Opening day brunch. It’s a tradition.”

“I’ll take care of everything. You kids have a good time,” his mom says, and I’m sure my face is as red as a tomato given that she must know what he has planned for tonight.

Well, he knocked me up. I guess I have to get used to people knowing what we do in our private time together.

We hop into his truck, both of us armed with our overnight bags, and he takes off toward the highway. I have a feeling I know where we’re going, and my suspicions are right when we pull into the entry of Caesars Palace.

He glances over at me as he navigates toward the valet station. “We’ve spent so many important nights here, and I couldn’t think of a better place where we could share some private time before the season gets underway.”

I smile. “Don’t you want to spend the last night before the season starts at home, though?”

He cuts the engine as he pulls in behind some fancy sports car. “I am.” He shrugs. “I told you, Gabriella Rose Grant. You are my home.”

Tears heat behind my eyes at the sweet sentiment, and then he gets out of the car and tosses his keys to the valet. He grabs our bags and meets me on the passenger side of the car, and then we walk in together and head toward the Augustus Tower.

“Penthouse?” I guess.

“Nothing but the best for my girl.”

“When did you book this?”

“This afternoon. I had to bribe the woman on the phone to get it.” He presses the button to call the elevator. “Worth it.”

I laugh as I narrow my eyes at him. “You did not.”

He shakes his head. “No, I didn’t. I just got really lucky it was available.”

We both laugh at that, and then we head up toward the penthouse. When he lets me in, I wander over toward the windows to take in the spectacular view.

“You said you didn’t want me to rush through this,” he says once the door is sealed shut behind us. He drops our bags by the entry, and he stalks toward me. He moves in behind me, aligning the front of his body with the back of mine. “And I want you to tell me exactly what you want.”

“I want you,” I murmur.

His lips fall to my neck. “What do you want me to do to you?”

“I want you to make me come harder than I’ve ever come in my entire life.”

“How?” he presses. He moves his lips from my neck along my skin toward my shoulder, moving my shirt out of the way as he works.

“I want your mouth on me,” I whisper.

“Don’t be shy, baby. Ask me for whatever you want.”

“I want your tongue on my clit, and then I want you to suck my nipples while you move inside me.”

“What do you want me to put inside you?” His voice is low and raspy.

“You can start with your fingers and then once you see how wet I am for you, you can use your cock. What do you want me to do to you?” I ask.

“I want you to lie back and take it.” This time his voice comes out as a growl, and as he says the words, he spins me around and lifts me into his arms.

He carries me over to the couch that looks out over the Strip, and he sets me down on my feet just in front of it. And then he strips me .

My clothes go flying off in every direction, and for a split second I feel nervous. This is the first time he’s seeing my body in over a month, and it has started to change. My clothes are starting to get tighter, and I have a swell around my belly that wasn’t there before. My boobs are getting heavier by the day, and I feel bloated all the time—which must be about the unsexiest feeling in the world.

But that thought only lasts a beat before it vanishes.

Cooper moves back a step after he strips me completely naked, and he just stares at me for a beat. He shakes his head with a little bit of wonder. “How did I get so goddamn lucky?”

The way he looks at me with all the love and adoration in the world is enough for me to know I have nothing to be worried about. He loves me for me, and I’m carrying a gift he’s wanted for many, many years.

The pure, mutual love that passes between us in this moment is something different. It’s unique and special, but it’s also full of passion and desire and complete and total adoration.

My thighs clench together in anticipation as the ache that started earlier intensifies.

He rips his shirt over his head, and I can’t help but tilt my head and stare. “Hi abs,” I sing softly as I wave, and then I move toward him and run my fingertips along each beautiful ridge. “I missed you.” I reach for the top of his jeans and tug on them pulling him toward me a little. Then I lower my hand and run it along his erection. “But I missed you even more.”

He chuckles as he drives his hips toward my hand for a beat. “Oh, both the abs and the Captain missed you, too.”

Then he grabs me up into his arms and sits me on the couch. He kneels between my legs, shoving them open a little wider to make room for himself, and he moves his face nice and close before he inhales.

He growls some low, throaty sound, and my fingers thread into his hair as my chest tightens at what we do to each other, at how turned on I am just by the sound he makes to tell me how turned on he is in this moment, too.

It’s animalistic and carnal and hot .

So hot that it makes my pussy throb with need.

I nearly come when his tongue swipes through me, the feel of his stubble on my thighs raw and real, and I grip his hair a little tighter between my fingers as he moves toward my clit. He slows down once he’s there, his tongue moving leisurely and magnificently, and it’s enough to bring me right up against the edge. My thighs start to clench around his ears, but he doesn’t allow it…not yet, anyway.

He backs away, moving his tongue off my clit and down inside me, and then he adds a finger while his mouth moves up toward my nipple. I cry out his name when he starts to suck, and it’s an out of body experience for a beat as I imagine what the two of us look like, as if I’m standing above us looking down, watching his finger as it moves inside me and his head as it stops at my breast, watching his cheeks as they hollow at his sucking and watching my nipple as he pulls at it before letting it go and soothing it with his tongue.

He adds another finger and shoves it all the way in, and I ride his hand as my hips start to move along with him.

“Oh God, Cooper.” My voice is breathy as my hands move out of his hair and to his back. I claw at him as I try to express what I need, but I can’t seem to do it when this much pleasure pulses everywhere in my body.

I thrash in desperation. The need to come washes over me, and it’s all I can think about. He shoves his fingers in and leaves them there, and I grind my hips around for some friction, feeling like I’m going to explode if I don’t get it. I’m chasing my orgasm but he keeps moving the finish line.

He stops everything, pulling his fingers out of me. His mouth moves up to mine as I continue to thrash and claw at him, and I calm as I taste myself on his breath.

He kisses me slowly. Sensually, like we have forever when we don’t—not really. We have responsibilities that come tomorrow, but tonight…tonight is just for us.

He pushes two fingers back inside me, and I gasp as the orgasm looms largely in front of me. I chase it, so close my body begins to convulse, and he drives those fingers into me harder and harder as I ride them faster and faster, his mouth hot on mine and my aching nipples dragging across his hard chest.

It’s too much.

He pulls his fingers out to brush softly against my clit, and I fall apart. I shudder as the spasms rack my body, my thighs tightening against his hand and my tongue diving further into his mouth until I have to toss my head back and cry out in a song with the throbbing of my pussy.

He plunges his fingers back in as I ride out the wave, and I scream at the intrusion even as my hips move to fuck his hand.

“Yes, baby, just like that,” he murmurs, and I know he’s watching me and maybe I should feel awkward about that but nothing about this man ever makes me feel awkward. He makes me feel cherished and loved and maybe most of all… wanted .

Once my trembling starts to slow and my body moves from shuddering to warm tingling, I open my eyes and stare at him. “Damn,” I say, drawing out the word.

He laughs. “Good one?”

“Uh, yeah. Great one.” I lie back, my body feeling like jelly as I relish the bliss for a few hot beats, and then it’s like I’m ready to go again.

“I need you to fuck me now,” I say softly.

He drags me up into his arms. “Your wish is my command,” he says, and then he sets me down on my feet, takes off his jeans, and sits on the couch. He grabs my hands and pulls me down on top of him, aligning his dick with my pussy as I slowly lower myself onto him.

He growls again as his body makes contact with mine, and I sit all the way down on him for a beat, the two of us losing ourselves in one moment of pure intimacy. His eyes are hot on mine, and he wraps his arms around me. My breasts are smashed against his chest, and I lean down to kiss him as I wrap my arms around his shoulders.

He deepens the kiss, keeping it slow and steady but raw and intense, and I mark this as the single most erotic moment of my life. Neither of us moves, yet I feel his cock as it twitches inside me. My pussy tightens at every twitch and my greedy nipples ache with need, but he just continues to kiss me as he gives our souls a moment to reconnect after too much time apart.

Eventually he starts to move, but his mouth never leaves mine. His hands move to my hips, and he controls our rhythm even though I’m on top. He drives into me, setting the pace slow and leisurely like our kiss at first, but as the need starts to build in us both, he starts to move faster.

I tighten my grip around him as I feel my body starting to coil tightly again, and he stops the kiss as he keeps moving. He trails his mouth down my neck as I lean back, and he buries his face between my breasts. He drops wet kisses along my chest until he gets to my nipple. He sucks it in, and he drops one hand and moves it between us to brush my clit.

“Fuck, baby, I’m going to come,” he says against my breast, and then he lets out a few grunts followed by a roar. His mouth clamps back down on my nipple as he starts to come, and I yell out as I keep riding him. He comes hard, the warmth of his seed spilling into me, and it sends me flying into oblivion for the second time tonight.

I collapse over him, but he doesn’t pull out of me right away as neither of us wants to break this intimate connection. Instead, I lean forward and he cradles me into a hug. I rest my head on his shoulder, my face toward him, and I kiss his neck.

He tightens his arms around me, and after a short while, I feel his cock twitch inside me again as if it’s stirring back to life.

“Already?” I ask playfully, my breath hot on his neck, and he chuckles.

“I’m always ready when it’s you,” he murmurs.

He pulls out of me, and the sticky evidence of our sex drips out of my pussy.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he says as he watches. His eyes move to mine. “You did that to me. I did that to you. There’s something incredible about that and I just want to keep filling you up with more.”

He’s not kidding.

He makes me come twice more before the sun rises.