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She shakes her head, and she tips her chin up. I drop my lips to hers for a quick kiss.

She pulls back but not out of my arms. “Have you done this before?”

“What?” I ask cautiously.

“One night with a stranger,” she clarifies.

I duck my head a little, averting my eyes behind her for a beat before bringing them back to hers. “I’ve had a one-night stand before, yes. But it wasn’t like this. It was just attraction, no substance. But with you…” I shake my head as I trail off, grappling for the right words. “I don’t know. There’s substance. There’s something between us I can’t explain.”

“Why does it feel like I’ve known you my whole life?” she asks.

I shake my head. “I don’t know. It feels like the start of something, though, doesn’t it?”

She nods. “It feels important, Cooper. It’s a little scary.”

“I keep thinking about your words from earlier, about doing what brings you joy. I’ve been in such a goddamn rut for the lastyear, but tonight…it’s been full of joy.” I can’t help but wonder if it’s because of her age. There’s a certain naivety that comes with being over a decade younger than me. Shit, if she’s twenty-one, she’s probably not even out of college yet.

Disappointment looms over me at the thought. I can’t go back into the big league holding onto a girl that’s still in college. It wouldn’t be fair to her, and the press would have a fucking field day with that.

But that doesn’t mean I can’t bask in her joy for tonight. Besides, we’ve made no promises to each other going forward. We didn’t agree to anything beyond tonight.

But without anything more than a kiss, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that whatever this is will take us beyond tonight. It has to. A connection this magnetic feels like a once in a lifetime experience.

Her eyes seem to sparkle at my words, and then she leans in and rests her head on my chest. I tighten my arms around her, and as much as I feel the heat radiating between us, as much as I want to strip her naked and slam into her for the rest of the night, I’m also content right here, just talking and getting to know her on a different level in private without prying eyes wondering what we’re up to. Up here in my room, I can just be Cooper and she can just be Gabby and the rest of the world ceases to exist. There’s something magical about that. Something I’m not going to be ready to let go when the time creeps in on us.

“I feel the same way,” she whispers, and her eyes flick to my lips for a beat.

“Is this okay?” I ask. “I mean…are you drunk?”

She nods then shakes her head. “Yes, it’s okay. And no…I’m not drunk. But I do want this. I wantyou.”

And then because I can’t wait another second without tasting her again, my mouth crashes back down to hers.

CHAPTER 6: GABBY

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 ballsorthe 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.

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