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Her words heighten the growing intensity, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. Tightening my grip on her, I guide her movements as she grinds against me. The pressure builds and builds until I’m right on the edge.

“Oh God,” I groan, my head falling back against the couch. “Scarlett, I’m gonna?—”

“Yes,” she encourages, her tempo increasing. “Come for me, Cooper.”

With a strangled moan, I explode. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me as I come harder than I ever have before.

As the intensity fades, I slump back into the cushion, breathing heavily while Scarlett’s hands gently caress my chest.

“Wow,” I husk, still trying to catch my breath.

She smiles, leaning in to press a soft kiss to my lips. “That was pretty amazing.”

Running my hands up and down her back, I enjoy the closeness of this moment. “I can’t believe I came in my pants like a teenager.” I laugh. “And I’m not even embarrassed because I enjoyed it so fucking much.”

“Hey, no shame,” Scarlett says, cupping my face. “That’s what this is all about—exploring intimacy without judgment. I’m just glad you enjoyed it.”

“But you didn’t…” I trail off, suddenly feeling guilty I got off while she didn’t.

She shakes her head. “Don’t worry about that. This was about you. We’ll get to me another time.”

I nod, still feeling a bit overwhelmed by what just happened. “Thank you.” I brush a strand of hair from her eyes.

“You’re welcome. I enjoyed it too, you know. Seeing you let go like that was so sexy.”

“Really?”

She nods, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest. “I already can’t wait until next time.”

I chuckle. “I have a feeling you might be the death of me.”

She laughs. “You might be right.”

CHAPTER 16

SCARLETT

“Why does it feel like I haven’t seen you in ages when it’s only been since last night?” I ask Autumn.

“It’s weird, right?”

“I’m still adjusting to you sleeping at Rogan’s so often. Is this what parents feel when their kids go off to college?”

She laughs. “That depends on the parents.”

“Oh, true. We know my parents barely noticed I was gone.”

“They noticed but they didn’t mind,” she corrects.

“Right. That’s probably more like it.”

“Did you come home last night after the gala?” she asks.

“Yes, but first we stopped at the grocery store for cake and ice cream.”

“He didn’t like the carrot cake either?” she asks. After being best friends for twelve years, Autumn is familiar with my distaste for desserts that include vegetables.

“Nope. And, frankly, I don’t know how you can stomach it.”

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