Page 19 of Vegas Heat

I’m pretty sure my ovaries explode. Something is definitely happening down there, and I’m not sure I’ve ever gotten horny before just fromlookingat a man the way I feel around Cooper. I’m at a point where the disbelief is hitting me so frequently that I’malmoststarting to get used to the idea that this is reality.

I follow him out to the hallway, and he tosses an arm around my shoulders. I slide my arm around his waist, and we navigatedown the hall and toward the elevators as if we’re a real couple and we’ve been together forever.

He turns his hat forward and tugs the bill down lower once we’re on the elevator. Still hot, still captain of my orgasms, but the backwards thing was moreking of the worldmaterial than captain of one single entity.

It’s half after six as we’re seated toward the back of the restaurant in a booth. He faces the kitchen from the seat he chooses, while I can see the entire restaurant from where I sit.

It’s as we’re perusing the menu that I ask, “So Snuggle Bunny is a hard no?”

He laughs, and it’s that same hearty laugh I’ve heard out of him before. It lights me up from the inside, and the wide smile that accompanies it is nearly enough for me to strip naked so he can take me right on top of the laminate tabletop between us.

“At least make it something cooler thanbunnyif you’re going that route. Snuggle Fucking Tiger or something.”

“Snuggle T-Rex?” I suggest.

“Snuggle Wolf,” he throws out.

“Snuggle Jellyfish?”

His brows dip. “Jellyfish? You want to nickname the best sex of your life fuckingjellyfish?”

I shrug. “I read somewhere that there’s this one jellyfish that has a sting a hundred times more potent than a cobra. That’s pretty freaking ferocious, right?”

“Oooh, Snuggle Cobra. Now that’s kick ass.”

“Maybe we drop the snuggle all together,” I say, squinting at him as I twist my lips.

“Back to square one, then. Captain Orgasm?”

I giggle. “You’re not letting that one go, are you?”

He shrugs.

“Okay, Captain.”

He smirks at me, and a waitress comes by to take our orders a few beats later. He orders a protein-filled breakfast skillet, while I opt for the pumpkin-walnut pancakes with a side of bacon.

He wrinkles his nose after the waitress walks away. “Damn, just when I thought you were the perfect woman, you go and order pumpkin pancakes.”

“What’s wrong with pumpkin pancakes?” I demand.

“Just the thought of what it’s made out of…pumpkin guts.” He shakes his head. “Disgusting.”

“You’re trying them, and you’ll like it, Captain.”

He laughs again.

“When do you head back to San Diego?” I ask.

“My flight is tomorrow morning,” he says.

“What’s your plan for the rest of your trip?”

His eyes seem to glaze over with lust, and he leans in a little closer toward me across the table. “You.”

I raise a brow. “What if I have plans?”

“You’ll cancel them. After all, it’s not often you get full access to the captain.”

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