Page 62 of The Purest Fake

“No. I’m gonna take a shower and then I’m leaving.” I wiggle my fingers in a wave before I walk away.

Cooper livesabout ten minutes from me, so the drive passes quickly. I park in the driveway behind his Corvette and look overthe front of his gray-sided house as I walk up the brick path to his front door. I push the doorbell and hear the loud chiming followed by the sound of a lock being undone. And then Cooper is standing in front of me, smiling his perfect smile.

“Hi,” I say, my lips reflexively curving.

“Hey, come on in.” He steps back, allowing me to pass by before he closes and locks the door. “Would you like something to drink?”

“I’m all set, thank you, but will you show me your home?”

“Sure.” He takes my hand, leading me around. “This is the great room. It’s my favorite area of the house, at least indoors.”

My eyes slowly take in all the details of the large space. From the hardwood floors to the beige walls, and the brick fireplace with built-in bookcases on either side. “Holy massive sectional,” I say.

He laughs. “That’s the most comfortable piece of furniture you’ll ever sit on.”

“I guess I better try it out, then.”

He releases my hand. “Go for it.”

I lower down and wiggle my ass into the leather. “Nice, but I don’t know if I’d say it’s outrageously comfortable.”

Cooper moves over to sit beside me. He pushes a couple of buttons, raising my feet and reclining my seat. “How’s that?”

“Hmm, this changes everything.”

“Right? And now for the pièce de résistance,” he says in a French accent, pushing another button. But nothing happens.

“Why didn’t it work?” I ask. He holds up his index finger, and ten seconds later, I realize why when my entire backside feels warmth. “Wow. I bet this is nice to sit on in the winter.”

“It is. You’ll see,” he says, reminding me there are still months left in the football season. Months that we’ll no doubt be taking advantage of. I rub my hand over the soft, sumptuousleather. Maybe we’ll even have sex on this baby sometime. “How do I get out of this thing?”

“I’ve got you.” He laughs, adjusting the controls until I’m sitting up. He stands, offering his hand to me. I take hold and he tugs me to my feet, leading me through the dining area and around the long farmhouse table with matching chairs. The kitchen is on the far side of the great room, and the light-gray cabinets and black granite countertops and backsplash give it a masculine feel.

“This is beautiful.” I run my hand over the large island. “Did you pick everything out yourself?”

“I chose the granite, and Cassie helped me with the paint color for the cabinets.”

“Where’s your bedroom?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” He races toward the stairs and then up them, tugging me along. I laugh, which only makes it harder to keep up. We head down the hallway, and he calls out what each room is for. When we reach the last door on the right, he pushes it open.

“Wow, this is huge.”

“That’s what she said,” he jokes.

“That remains to be seen,” I droll, but from the feeling of him between my legs last night, I’d say he’s well enough equipped to get the job done.

His king-sized bed dominates the space, with plush gray bedding that looks incredibly inviting. Large windows let in plenty of natural light, and there’s a cozy seating area in one corner with a small sofa and armchair.

Cooper grins, looking pleased by my reaction.

I walk farther into the room, running my hand along the soft duvet. “Your bed looks so comfortable.”

“Want to test it out?” he asks, his voice low and suggestive.

My heart rate picks up at his words. I turn to face him, finding his blue eyes dark with desire. “I thought you’d never ask,” I say, echoing his earlier words.

In two quick strides, Cooper closes the distance between us. His hands grip my waist, pulling me flush against him. Our lips meet, and all the pent-up desire from last night rushes to the surface. Melting into him, I wrap my arms around his neck and press myself closer as his tongue sweeps into my mouth.

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