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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,encounterssince 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 termcock sock, if I’m being honest.”

I can’t help a laugh at that, and I also can’t help but think how muchfunI’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 naïve 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.

CHAPTER 7: COOPER

How will I ever leave this place with just that little taste?

I tear open the condom and roll it on while she settles back onto the bed. She’s on her back, and I wonder how many guys she’s been with. It’s not a fair question to ask, and it’s not like I want to give her my total, but I get the strong inclination she’s never been with somebody who knows what he’s doing.

And I know what I’m doing. I enjoy doing it.

I’ve learned a thing or two over the years, and I want to show her all the ways I can make her come.

One night won’t be enough.

And furthermore, how do I leave this place with a girl like her, one who’s so eager to please, who can take my cock all the way down her throat the way she did?

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