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I shiver again when his breath tickles my shoulder and races down my back before he shifts his hips, allowing me to feel his hard length.
“M-morning,” he rasps, his voice rough with sleep. It’s sexy as hell.
“Morning,” I say, my lips still pulled up in a smile. “How did you know I was awake?”
“I could hear you thinking.”
“You could not,” I argue.
“Could too.” I can’t help but laugh. Cooper letting go and being silly is one of my favorite things about him. Everyone else thinks he’s so serious all the time, but I know the truth, and that makes me feel incredibly special. “How did you sleep?”
“Really well. Your bed is like a cloud.” He groans in agreement. “You?”
“Better than I can ever remember.”
His confession sends disbelief racing through me.
“It was probably all the orgasms,” I say, refusing to allow myself to believe it could be more than that.
“Yeah,” he agrees, but there isn’t much conviction in it.
“So, what are your plans today?”
“I…uh…don’t really have any. I’ve still got loads of unpacking to do. Probably head to the arena to get in a workout. You?”
“Oh, well, I’ve got a full schedule for the day,” I say enthusiastically, earning myself a confused look from Cooper. “It starts off with job searching and ultimately ends with wanting to drown my sorrows in a vat of gin.”
“That’s…not what I was thinking you were going to say,” he confesses.
“Oh?”
“I kinda arrogantly assumed that your plans might have something to do with me. Maybe my dick, too.”
I snort a laugh and finally flip over so we’re facing each other.
His face is still soft from sleep, and his lips are full and oh-so-tempting.
Reaching out, I trace my pointer finger around them, remembering all too well how they feel wrapped around my dick.
It jerks happily, hoping to experience it all over again.
“I mean, my plans always involve your dick one way or another,” I confirm.
His lips pull up into a smirk. “Knew it.”
“I like this,” I confess, my voice nothing more than a whisper. “I could get used to waking up in bed with a sexy man.”
His smirk only gets wider.
“I’ve never done it before.”
“Me either.”
“Even with—”
Cooper presses his fingers against my lips, stopping the name from falling from my lips.
“I don’t want to talk about another man while you’re in my bed.”
