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Every breath I take is laced with his scent. His hair is still a little damp, and the woodsy fresh scent of his shower gel oozes from him. My dick swells as I step into his space.

He might not have looked over, but it’s impossible to miss the way his chest moves faster under his shirt and tie.

Goddamn, this man looks insane in a suit.

It’s dark gray and fitted to every single inch of him like it was made specifically for him—which, let’s be honest, it probably was.

“Look at me.”

My heart slams against my ribs. I can’t imagine that Cooper Nash is the kind of man who takes well to being told what to do, and I’m aware that this could very well blow up in my face. But it’s too late now. The words are out in the open and⁠—

Holy fuck.

He turned around.

There are barely two inches between us. His breath tickles over my face as he gazes down at me.

I’m not exactly short at six feet tall, but Nash? He’s six-four, and right now, I feel every one of those inches.

Our eyes hold, and everything apart from the two of us in this moment ceases to exist.

I want to beg for him to kiss me again, but the words are stuck in my throat.

So instead of saying them, I do exactly what he did to me on New Year’s Eve.

I close the space between us and stretch up on my toes, pressing my lips against his.

He doesn’t move, and as the seconds tick by, I begin to think he’s going to shove me away.

But then…

A deep, hungry growl rips from his throat, his giant hand wraps around the back of my neck, and he starts kissing me back.

“Oh shit,” I gasp as he switches our positions and pushes me against the door.

His tongue slips past my lips, and I’m fucking here for it.

My fingers twist in the fabric of his shirt, holding him against me as our mouths familiarize themselves with each other.

It’s been a long six weeks.

Not counting New Year’s Eve, it’s the single hottest kiss of my life, and when his free hand drops to my thigh, hiking my leg up to his waist, it only gets better.

He’s hard.

Holy fuck. Cooper Nash is kissing me.

No, this isn’t just kissing. It’s wild and filthy and fucking delicious. He’s…he’s fucking me with his mouth, and he’s hard. Hard as fucking steel behind the soft fabric of his pants.

And he’s not the only one.

As he grinds against me, precum soaks into my boxers.

I haven’t been with anyone in a hot minute. My head has been full of memories of him, and I’ve also been a little busy imploding my own life and moving back across the country. For once, my dick hasn’t been at the forefront of my mind—but that’s all just changed, because it’s screaming for one thing and one thing only⁠—

Cooper freaking Nash.

I slide my hands around to his back, loving how firm his body is and the way his muscles quiver as my palms slide over them. The second I find his ass, I squeeze the firm globes, pulling him tighter against me.