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This lazy exploration is something different. Something I could easily get used to.

“Can you cook?” he asks, his lips now brushing the shell of my ear.

“Um…I’m okay. Can you?”

“I don’t have a choice. No one else is going to do it for me.”

“You could—” My words falter when he sucks on the sensitive bit of skin beneath my ear. “You could pay someone to. It works for Handsy.”

“I don’t want anyone else in my space,” he states.

“You have me here.”

He pulls back and looks me in the eyes.

“Yeah. You’re different, though.”

My heart skips a beat.

“Am I?”

He nods.

“How?”

“I’m not sure. I haven’t figured it out yet.”

“And you think cooking dinner together could help?”

“Maybe. Who knows.”

“I guess we should find out then.”

I force myself to take a step back and out of his hold, but only because his stomach is still growling obnoxiously loud, and I’m dying to see him work in his kitchen.

I wonder if he has an apron that says “Kiss the Chef,” because I already know I’m going to want to.

After catching and putting on the pair of sweats he throws at me, I follow Cooper out of his bedroom and watch as he studies the meal plan pinned to his fridge and then begins rummaging inside.

He pulls out chicken breasts, sweet potatoes, and a whole range of vegetables.

“Grab a knife and get chopping,” he demands. And just like that, I find myself standing side by side with Cooper Nash, cooking up a storm in his kitchen.

It’s unbelievable—incredible, but unbelievable all the same.

Once everything is cooking, he turns to me, his eyes dropping all the way to my toes and then back up again.

“We’ve got twenty minutes,” he tells me. “Is there anything you’d like to do in that time?”

I cock my head to the side and pretend to think.

“You know, I’d really like to see…” I drop my gaze to his crotch, delighted that despite being soft, there’s still a very obvious bulge there. “Your trophy again.”

“My trophy?” he asks, failing to keep the humor from his tone.

“Uh huh. It’s so big and…hard.” I bite down on my bottom lip seductively.

“I’m pretty sure I could show it to you again. In fact, if you’re a good boy, I might even let you play with it. All. Night. Long.”