Holy shit. I can’t feel my toes.
Maybe virgin vaginas really are magical because that was the best damn orgasm of my life.
Or maybe it was just that good with Quinn.
We have chemistry. There’s no denying it. But could sex be like that every time?
There’s only one way to find out.
I reach for her just as she climbs out of bed. Oblivious, she picks up her discarded sweatshirt, fumbling to turn it right side out.
I push myself up on my elbow. “What are you doing?”
“Getting dressed.”
I glance at the clock on the nightstand. It’s barely ten.
“I came over to have sex and we did it, so…” She gestures awkwardly at the door.
“You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart.” I crook my finger and gesture for her to return to bed. “We’re not finished here.”
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QUINN
Consciousness tugsat me and I pull the blanket over my head, blocking out the bright rays of sunshine determined to pry my eyelids open.
Just five more minutes.
The alarm hasn’t even gone off yet.
Shit. Did I forget to set it?
I blink awake slowly, a thick fog muddling my thoughts. It’s dark under the covers. Warm. Cozy. And there’s a comforting weight across my midsection.
I glance down to find a muscular forearm curled around my waist.
Cooper.
The memories of our night together come rushing back, the warmth in my chest expanding until it’s possible I’m glowing from the inside out.
I had sex last night.
Three times.
And it was… intense.
I didn’t even know it could be like that.
I’ve had plenty of orgasms courtesy of my vibrator, but they were like foreplay compared to sex with Coop.
Now, here I am, curled up in his arms, my back pressed to the hard planes of his chest, soaking up his body heat and savoring the warm afterglow of great sex.
Oh, no.
I’m wrapped in Coop’s arms.
That’s a direct violation of our no strings agreement.
