Page 37 of Vegas Heat

Speaking of Cooper, we talked last night for an hour before we both reluctantly called it a night, and we’ve already texted a little this morning.

I decide to try calling him on my way home from my meeting.

“Good morning,” his warm voice answers, and it sends a little thrill up my spine. “How was your meeting?”

“Good,” I say. “My advisor told me I need to figure out an internship next semester.”

“Have you thought about it?”

“A little. I have some ideas, but nothing set in stone yet.”

“Let me know how I can help,” he says.

I hear someone in the background yelling from what sounds like another room. “Cooper Michael Noah! You have to come see this!”

“Just a second!” he yells back.

“Is that your mom?” I ask.

He chuckles. “Yeah.”

“Cooper Michael?” I tease.

“What’s your full name?”

“Why do you want to know?” I narrow my eyes even though he can’t see me.

“So I can yell it out when I come inside you.”

I gasp. “Gabriella Rose Grant.”

“Well, Gabriella Rose, I told her about you.”

“You did? What did you say?”

He lowers his voice. “That you’re so goddamn hot it’s not right. That when I slide my dick into your tight pussy, it’s the best feeling I’ve ever experienced in my life.”

“Shut up,” I say, my cheeks flaming as I merge onto the highway, his voice filling my truck with his dirty words over the Bluetooth. “You didnottell her that.”

“No, I didn’t.” He laughs. “I said you’re funny and beautiful and honest and smart, you light up the room with your sunshine, and you make me feel things I’ve never felt before.”

“Back at you, Captain.” Warmth spreads through my chest at his words.

The depth of emotion I feel with him already is frightening. I can’t imagine the exponential growth that might occur if we nurture this and give it time to grow.

“I better go before she asks to talk to you,” he says.

I giggle. “Tell her I said hi.”

“And stoke those flames? Not a chance in hell. I’ll call you later, okay?”

“Okay. Miss you.”

“Not as much as I miss you, Sunshine. Bye.”

We hang up, and I can’t help the dreamy and breathless little sigh that falls from my mouth.

Instead of heading home to my dad’s place, I head to the apartment Mia and Chelsea share to pick Mia up for lunch. Chelsea headed to California for a trip with her family for a few days, and Mia and I made lunch plans.

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