Page 128 of Vegas Heat

So basically…I’m in a suite with the wives and girlfriends of football players I’ve watched play on television for years, and it’s all a little surreal.

I suppose this could’ve happened courtesy of my father, who’s fairly well-known in the sports world, but instead, it happened because of Cooper. Either way, three years ago—before I knew who my father was—this would’ve been nothing more than a dream.

Yet it’s my reality.

The Aces jump to an early lead against the Rams in the home opener, and by halftime, it’s a clear blowout. We eat, and we drink, and we cheer. We laugh and we high-five and we fist-bump as we get to know the other people in our suite. Kaylee is a sweetheart, but she’s also got a tough side to her that I already love. She’d have to considering she’s married to the former party king of the NFL.

And the best part? Everyone in this suite makes me feel like I belong. I never feel like I’m just Cooper’s shadow, and I don’t know if Kaylee told them we’re something more or not, but either way, it’s a fun group and a great atmosphere.

It’s just after halftime when Cooper asks if I want to take a quick walk. We’re on the suite level, and we pass by a bunch of doors that appear to be other suites or possibly offices.

He tries the handle on one, and it’s locked. He tries the next one, and it opens.

He pulls me into a dark office, and he locks the door.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

His mouth collides with mine, and he kisses me like he needs my mouth for his very survival…and I’m starting to think I need his for mine, too.

“Jesus, I can’t stay away. I can’t keep my hands off you.” He tugs at my shirt, and suddenly he tears it over my head and tosses it to the ground. He works my bra next, pulling it off, and then he buries his face between my breasts before he moves his lips over to suck a nipple into his mouth.

“Ah!” I cry out, my entire body arching toward him. He reaches down into my jeans and skips the foreplay, bypassing my panties and shoving his fingers right into me. I cry out again as I grab onto his shoulders, digging my nails into the cotton of his t-shirt and wishing I’d been coherent enough to pull his shirt off, too.

He works my nipple with his mouth, and he works my clit with his fingers, and before I know it, I’m falling apart in some stranger’s office as my body pulses and throbs its way through a fierce orgasm.

I sigh as I sag back against the door, and his lips immediately find my neck.

“I love when you fall apart like that,” he murmurs close to my ear. “I’ve never seen anything sexier.”

“I love it when you make me fall apart like that,” I whisper. “Nobody’s ever done it as easily as you.”

He crushes my body against his as he pulls me in close. “That’s a damn shame. Good thing you ran into me.”

I giggle, and he lets me go. He bends down to collect my clothes and he hands them to me.

I pull my bra back on first. “What about you?” I ask.

“What about me?”

“Um, don’t you want me to get you off, too?” I rush through the words, embarrassed as I pull my shirt over my head.

He gets close, his fingertips touching my chin. “It’s not some eye for an eye thing, babe. I wanted to hear your moans as I made you come, and I found a place to do that.” He shrugs.

“But what if I want to hear you come, too?” I protest.

He grabs the door handle when he’s sure I’m decent again. “You will.” He tosses a wink over his shoulder, and I guess I’m just supposed to follow him back out into the hallway and act like everything is normal after that brutal orgasm he just gave me.

I have to admit, finding a place to do that in secret was sort of fun.

I can’t wait to see what sorts of places we can find around the House for more secret fun.

CHAPTER 7: COOPER

We spot Troy’s car in the circular drive, so we know he’s home. I squeeze her hand. “Ready to put on the act again?”

She sighs, and I feel it deep in my own chest. “Nope.”

“Me either.” I lean my head back on the headrest then slide to the side to face her.

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