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I’ve never been with a man like Cooper before. I don’t know what life experiences he carries or what baggage he has because of them, but I find myself thinking less about the fact that he was twelve when I was born, that he was seventeen when I started kindergarten, or that I was six when he started college.

Instead, I’m thinking about what he knows as an experienced, confident man compared to the unsure boys I’ve been with before.

I’m thinking about all the ways he knows how to pleasure a woman—because he certainly knows how to kiss one.

And I’m thinking that I’m pretty damn lucky that I sat down at that blackjack table tonight…and not just because I walked away two hundred dollars richer than I was when I sat down at it.

His hands start to move, dragging along my back and up into my hair, and then they trail down to my ass. He squeezes it then slides one hand along my thigh and beneath the hem of my dress. I moan into his mouth, never wanting this to stop, and then he grabs the backs of my thighs and tugs, lifting me. I link my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, straddling him as we shift so I’m situated above him now. Our tongues continue to tangle as he carries us over to the bed, and then he gently leans down as if I weigh nothing, setting me on my back on the bed. He thrusts his hips toward me, hovering over me as he still stands on the floor, and I haven’t let go of the way I’m clinging to him. He drives his hips again and again, and I feel his hard length as it pummels against me through his jeans and through my dress and panties.

I finally loosen my grip on him, and he doesn’t stop kissing me as he reaches under my dress for my panties. He slides them to the side as if he can’t get to me fast enough, and he dips a finger right inside me.

“Oh!” I cry out, arching my back and accidentally disconnecting our kiss. He uses the opportunity to dip his face down into my cleavage, and then he reaches down and pulls one of my breasts out of the cup of my dress. He sucks my nipple into his mouth as he drives that finger into me then lets it go to swirl his tongue around the tip. He groans as if it’s the best meal he’s ever eaten, the sound landing straight in my core and pulsing a needy ache between my legs.

He moves down the bed then pulls his finger out of me. He uses both hands to yank my panties down my legs, and he tosses my shoes to the side, too. He pushes the hem of my dress up then dives face-first into my pussy.

That joke I told back there about the G spot?

Yeah…it doesn’t apply to Cooper Noah.

He’s the type of guy who doesn’t need to search for his golf balls or the G spot. He already knows just where to find it.

He sucks on my clit as he shoves a finger into me, and then he adds another one, curling them in a way that also makes my toes curl. I grip onto the sheets as my legs start to thrash, and then my body seems to lose all control as my legs clamp around his ears and violent contractions of pleasure careen through my entire system.

I’m not sure what animal noises come out of my mouth, but growls and moans seem to burst forth out of me the likes of which I’ve never heard before. When the spasms start to slow, this heady sense of euphoria takes over for a few precious beats, a blissful sort of paradise I would live in forever if I could.

But these things aren’t meant to last forever, and even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t.

Because Cooper straightens, and then he unbuckles his belt. He flicks the button of his jeans and lowers his zipper.

Since I want a front row seat to this show, I sit up. Wooziness overtakes me, but I fight through it. I’m not about to miss a single second of this.

He yanks his black shirt over his head and tosses it to the side.

Oh. My. God.

I’ve never seen an actual six-pack in person before.

Wait…is that six? Or eight?

It’s unreal.

I think for the briefest second he’s wearing one of those t-shirts with a picture of hot abs on it…but nope, it’s real. I know because I can’t help when I reach out and touch them. I run my fingertips along every cut ridge, and my mouth waters.

He pulls his jeans down along with black boxer briefs, exposing a thick erection pointed straight up at the ceiling.

My mouth waters again.

I have never had a male form in front of me that I’ve wanted to taste so badly in my entire life. The ache between my legs is back in full force even though he just satisfied it, but I have a feeling that with someone like him, I’ll always want more. It’ll never be enough.

It’s animal and primal and not meant to last. I push away the sadness that seems to blanket me at the thought, and I reach forward, taking his cock in my hand. He hisses when I fist him and pump my hand up and down, the tip of his cock glistening with his arousal. I scoot forward to the edge of the bed and take him in my mouth.

He grips my hair with a throaty growl, and I already know that sound will be the soundtrack of my dreams for the foreseeable future.

I take him all the way to the back of my throat, and he groans. “Fuck, Gabby,” he mutters. “Your mouth is magic.” He pushes his hips toward me then pulls them back, his head tipped back in pleasure and his neck corded as he fucks my mouth.

It’s hot.

Like… really hot.

Hot enough that I have the sudden urge to let my fingers drift down to touch myself, and I can’t say that’s something I’ve ever done in the middle of the action. I always let the guy take over.

Just another thing that feels different with Cooper. I can just be myself, I guess, even in the heat of the moment. Something about him allows me to just let go, to take what I need.

I glance up, and our eyes connect. He’s watching me as I suck him down.

“You’re so gorgeous taking me all the way like that,” he mutters. “Do you like how my cock tastes?”

I moan my affirmation to that question. God, yes, I fucking love how it tastes.

He shoves into my mouth again, and I swallow as he hits the back of my throat. “Good girl,” he murmurs, and I rub the circles over my clit with one hand a little faster as I fist the base of his cock with my other hand at his sexy words of praise.

He moans through his pleasure, and then he pulls back abruptly. His eyes are ferocious when they meet mine.

I let go of his cock, and he pulls my hand away from where I’m touching myself. “That orgasm belongs to my cock,” he says, his voice raspy with a needy desperation that I feel, too.

I’m not sure I’ve ever heard anything hotter in my entire life.

He’s possessing me, possessing my pleasure. He wants to give it to me, and I want to take it, and I don’t know how I’ll walk away from this hotel room after knowing this guy all of a few hours with just the memories. I don’t think I can do it.

Maybe that’s my age showing. My naivety.

It’s just one night , I remind myself. Just enjoy it. Get out of your own head.

I decide to listen to that inner thought.

“Fuck,” he mutters.

My brows dip. “What?”

“There is nothing I want more than to be inside you right now…but I didn’t bring any condoms with me.”

“Oh.” I snag my bottom lip between my teeth. “I, uh…I have a few. Over in my purse.”

He looks surprised. “Were you expecting to get laid tonight?”

I giggle and nod. “Oh, yeah. I just found the first guy who looked desperate and sat at the same blackjack table as him.”

He chuckles as he shakes his head. “Well, mission accomplished.”

“Do we need to have the talk before we have the sex?” I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have said that if I hadn’t had a handful of glasses of champagne tonight, but it felt like something that merited mentioning.

He wrinkles his nose. “Do we have to? I’d rather just get to the sex.”

I laugh. “Do you do this with a lot of women?”

He shakes his head. “I got out of a serious relationship about a year ago. I had a few…uh, encounters since then, but it’s been a few months since the last one.”

I raise a brow, and then I think better of it. It’s not really my business to question what he means by that. “It’s been a few months for me as well,” I say, not going into detail about my recent dry spell.

“Are you on birth control?” he asks.

I shake my head. It doesn’t merit mentioning why, but suffice it to say I had an IUD that was less convenient than advertised, so I had it taken out after my last relationship ended, and I haven’t really had much reason to get back on anything.

“Condom it is, then,” he says, and I stand and walk across the room. We’re both naked, and as I walk by, he says, “God damn, you’re fucking hot.” And then he proceeds to grab my ass.

I squeal with a giggle. “Back at you, Handsome.” I grab my purse and pull out a condom. I hold it up between my fingers. “Your love glove, sir.”

He chuckles as he snatches it out of my hands. “I prefer the term cock sock , if I’m being honest.”

I can’t help a laugh at that, and I also can’t help but think how much fun I’m having. Is sex supposed to be fun? It’s always been serious for me. Pleasurable, sure, and most often with a boyfriend or with someone I knew more than a few hours, but I can’t recall cracking a smile in the midst of it.

But with Cooper, it’s different. It’s fun and it’s easy. It’s lighthearted and uncomplicated.

I can’t help but wonder whether he’s like this in everyday life, too—outside of this bubble where we find ourselves. He seems laidback and easygoing. I wonder what he’s like when he’s fired up. I wonder what he’s passionate about. I wonder what makes him angry, what makes him happy, what drives him and what challenges him.

I can’t think like that, though. I can’t allow my na?ve expectations to creep in on our good time. Whatever happens tonight happens, and either I walk away with a memory or I walk away with a phone number.

I’m hoping for the latter, especially after the way he licked my pussy, but I guess time will tell.