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“Nope. Never needed to. I got boobs pretty early.”

Cooper’s eyes fall down to my chest as if he’s seeing through my shirt with x-ray vision. “Yeah, I remember the first time I realized you had these things. And now I’ll never forget the first time I saw them all,” he mumbles before cupping them both in his hands and brushing his thumbs across my nipples.

“You like, huh?” I ask breathlessly, eager to recreate some memories from last night.

“These are the best tits I’ve ever seen, Clara,” he lifts me up and walks down the hall to my bedroom.

“The best?” I squeal as he throws me down on the bed and rips his shirt over his head.

“Yes. Now get naked. I need a shower from my bike ride and after I’m done with you, you’ll need one too.”

“Then we can eat Ben & Jerry’s?” My hands trail over his chest as he leans over me, nipping at my neck again.

“I don’t know that I’ll be hungry after eatingyou, but sure. I did promise,” he rips my leggings off and then goes to work with his mouth between my legs, making me come in minutes from the precision of his tongue. Once he’s granted me one orgasm, we finish stripping and continue in the shower.

With my hands above my head and my back to his front, Cooper slides inside of me and works my body over even better than the night before—like it only took one night for him to read what I need and push my limits just enough to drag out every quiver of ecstasy in my body.

“God, Cooper…” I whisper as I turn my head behind me to find his mouth with my own. Our tongues tangle and dance as he thrusts and smacks my ass a few times for good measure.

“Fuck, Clara. This is too good, babe,” he growls, releasing my lips and gripping my hips as he pounds even harder and brings us both to the finish line.

Once we’ve finished and he removes the condom, he washes my body lovingly—taking his time to soap up my skin and trace his hands all over me. I’ve never let a man shower with me before—I always finished bathing alone.

But having Cooper tend to me, and vice versa as I slide my loofa over his taught muscles—it’s an intimacy I’ve never experienced with someone else—and I feel a piece of the wall I’ve erected around my heart slowly break away.

Once we’re clean and sated, Cooper joins me on the couch with two pints of ice cream and we finish the episode of The Witcher I was watching. Apparently Cooper has been watching it too, which is something I didn’t know we shared in common. We stay up talking for a while after the episode finishes before he prepares to go back home.

“Why don’t you just call an Uber and leave your bike here?”

“Because how would I sneak back over here in the future then?” He presses a light kiss to my lips and then strokes my cheek with his thumb.

“You want to sneak over again?” I peer up at him from beneath my lashes, trying to hide the fact that in this moment, I truly don’t want him to leave. But I know he has to—not only because of work tomorrow, but staying over is a line I’m not sure I’m ready to cross yet.

“Absolutely. You’ll probably be sick of me, eventually.”

I study his eyes and ask myself if I ever could see myself getting sick of Cooper—a resounding ‘no’ popping up in my mind.

“Keep bringing me Ben & Jerry’s and giving me orgasms, and I don’t see that happening.”

“Deal. Good night, Clara,” he presses another kiss on my lips, this one slightly longer, before releasing me and walking out my back door. I hear the gate open and close accompanied by the click of the bike chain and then silence.

I’m teetering on missing him and anxious about how much I miss him after only two nights. I know I wanted to keep things casual, but I don’t know if that’s possible where Cooper and I are concerned.

Focus on the sex, Clara. Focus on the benefits of this situation—and hopefully everything else will work itself out.

Chapter 16

Cooper

“I’m glad you wrote that ass a ticket,” Cash informs me as I take my seat back inside the cruiser. We’re on patrol today together before I have to speak at Career Day, which makes the time pass much quicker, that’s for sure.

“Well, the dickhead was doing forty-five in a school zone with kids present. He’s lucky I didn’t cuff him right there for reckless driving.” I scribble a few notes on my clipboard and then click away on the keys of the dashboard computer.

“Technically, twenty-five over is considered reckless driving. But you still seemed to go pretty easy on him more than you normally would,” Cash eyes me from the side. “Are you getting soft on me, Walsh? Normally, you’re all about obeying the law.”

I shrug. “He didn’t have anything else on his record, and I don’t know… maybe I was feeling generous today.”

“You’re getting laid, aren’t you?”

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