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With a groan that roars, he wrenches from my mouth as his grip on my head loosens. “I’m going to come.” He attempts to dislodge and pull out, but I sink my nails into his ass and tug him back.

The words he mumbles as he releases into my mouth are inaudible. His body trembles as he empties into me and I struggle to swallow. It’s amazing how he can still remain semi hard even after such a powerful orgasm.

He stills, his breath finally slowing and then he reaches down and gently lifts me, cradling me in his arms as he returns to bed. There’s something so tender about the way he holds me only minutes after his actions were rough. Yet oddly, they both warm me the same.

The sight of Cooper Montgomery dressed in a crisp white shirt tucked into navy trousers that hang delectably from his narrow waist makes my mouth water.

“Stop looking at me like that.” He lifts the starched white collar and slides the tie around his neck, fastening a perfect knot with dexterous fingers.

“Like what?”

“Like you want to eat me?”

“I thought I already did.”

His eyebrows raise and he walks around the kitchen counter. I’m still only wearing his shirt from yesterday, even though he’s fully dressed. Grabbing my ass, he hauls me to the edge of my seat as he stands between my legs.

“This is a good height.” He pushes his bulge further between my legs. “Helen is going to call paramedics if I don’t show up to the office soon. It’s not like me to cancel a meeting.”

“Are you saying I’m a bad influence?” I pout.

“I’m saying you’re impossible to walk away from.” He tugs at my shirt, exposing my shoulder, and plants a wet kiss. “What are your plans for today?”

“I have to go to wardrobe to try on things. They want everything done before we get our filming break.”

His jaw flexes, but he nods.

He’s still never asked for confirmation that Flynn picked me to advance to the final four. We’re not in bed anymore, so I broach the subject again. “You don’t seem surprised I need clothes for the show.” I catch his gaze.

He looks away for a second, but it’s enough to tell me he already knew for sure I was picked. “How did you know? And don’t tell me from the way Flynn looks at me.”

His face hardens. “Can you not say his name?”

I’m not letting him change the subject this time. He promised he wouldn’t watch the DVDs and I’m curious how he already knew. “How did you know
Dickhead
picked me for the final four?” I say.

He sighs and then wraps his hands around my waist. He thinks I’ll storm off once he tells me. I brace myself for his response.

“I went to the taping last night.”

My eyes bulge. “You promised you wouldn’t watch it.”

“I promised I wouldn’t watch the dailies. I never said I wouldn’t watch the live taping.”

“That’s splitting hairs.” I squint. “And you know it.”

He exhales a frustrated breath. “Can we pretend the show doesn’t exist for the next week? You’re off for a week and I want you all to myself. No talk of the show,
Dickhead
or my brother. I just want you and me.”

I swallow hard. “Okay. I’ll go to wardrobe and then no talking about the show for the entire week-long hiatus.”

“Thank you.” He plants a chaste kiss on my lips, fishes into his pocket and hands me a set of keys. “Black Mercedes parked next to the Porsche. Don’t worry about anyone recognizing it at the studio. It’s never made it there yet. Keys to the apartment are on there too. I’ll meet you back here at five.”

“Bossy,” I mutter, taking the key ring.

He shakes his head and grins, kissing me one last time before taking off. “I tell you what, I’ll let you pick what we do tonight to show you how amicable I can be.”

Even two hours late to the office, I get more accomplished in a half day than I have in weeks. Helen delivers lunch along with the jewel case I’m usually tapping my finger waiting for.

“Throw the DVD in the shredder.”

“Pardon?” Helen is confused at my sudden change of heart.

“I’m swearing off reality TV for a week. I want that thing out of my sight.”

“Whatever you say.”

I sit through three meetings, have two telephone conferences and sign a half dozen contracts that have been sitting on my desk waiting for my attention for more than a week.

Mid afternoon my phone chimes, indicating a new text. A rarity for me. I prefer in-person conversations. Yet another thing I learned from my father. I use my phone to read the news and make calls. But seeing Kate’s name on the screen makes me smile.

What’s your favorite color?

Blue.

I expect more to come, but it doesn’t.

Why?

Just asking.

Just randomly decided to ask my favorite color in the middle of the day?

Maybe.

Where are you?

Lingerie store

Then can I change my answer?

LOL. Sure.

Black. Lace. Thong. Garters.

That’s more than a color.

Buy it or now I’ll have to stop on the way home.

Bossy.

Maybe texting isn’t so bad after all.

I clear as much of my calendar as I can, rescheduling the meetings that can’t be changed from in-person to telephone conferences. The corporate travel department has everything I need on my desk by four thirty and I’m out the door ready, even though I still haven’t asked her yet.

I’m anxious to get home. Women never frequented my apartment, and I certainly never offered anyone a key. Yet strangely, it didn’t seem like a monumental occasion to hand over the keys to everything I owned. It seemed … normal.

Kate’s in a floor-length silk robe when I enter. I head straight for her, my fingers going straight for the dangling belt tie. She stops my hands. “What are you doing?”

“I want to see what’s underneath here.”

“No ‘Honey, how was your day even?’”

“How was your day?” I say, uninterested, as I tug crudely at the belt, ignoring her hands trying to stop mine. Her robe opens, revealing a sight I haven’t been able to stop thinking about all day. Only, the actual vision is even better than the one I’d conjured up in my mind.

“Take off the robe.”

She looks up, sees my face, and lets it slip gently from her shoulders. It pools at her stiletto-clad feet. She’s wearing a black lace corset, tied together snuggly by a half dozen black silk bows. A present I can’t wait to unwrap.

“Turn around.” I want to see how well she followed my directions.

Slowly, she pivots on the ball of her foot and turns. Pale flesh, soft skin covering round hard globes, only a sliver of fabric runs up her sexy ass. Garters hold up sheer stockings. My request, followed to a tee.

I’m instantly hard, my hands groping her breasts as I push up against her ass from behind. “I’m going to fuck you leaning over the footboard. None of it comes off. Not even the shoes.” I growl into her ear, allowing my warm breath to linger before I kiss down her neck.

“You like it?” she whispers.

“What do you think?” I grind my erection further into her ass.

“I’m glad.” She turns in my arms. “But hold that thought. You told me I could decide what we do tonight. I want to take you somewhere first.”

He’s still scowling ten minutes into our drive. “Are you going to pout all night?” I ask.

“No. But I’m going to make you pay for that little stunt later when we get back home.” He flashes me a sinful grin and I cross my legs to quell the ache his threat incites.

“I did exactly as you instructed.”

“You gave me a present, but didn’t let me unwrap it.”

“Good things come to those who wait.” I smile. “Get off at the next exit.”

“I’m going to get off at the next exit and pull you over my knee, you keep playing with me like that.”

“I might like that.”

“Kate …” he warns.

“What? I promise I’ll make it up to you later.”

“I promise you won’t be able to walk when I’m done with you tonight.”

Maybe it wasn’t such a great idea to poke a lion and then take him where we’re headed.

“Left on Alan Street.”

“Where are we going?”

“Umm …” Suddenly I question my choice of destinations for the evening. “To my mother’s house.” He glances to me, then back at the road, then back to me.

“You’re not kidding, are you?”

“Nope.”

I watch his face, curious at the reaction I’ll get. Especially considering I just left him sexually frustrated. At first, his brows knit together and he’s not sure what to make of it. Then he reaches over and takes my hand. And for the first time since the accident and my Dad’s death, I feel like I’m not in this alone anymore.

My grip on our laced fingers tightens as we walk up the driveway at my mom’s house. She has no idea we’re coming, which only seems fair since Cooper had no notice either. That he never complained or asked me why we’re going makes me fall a little deeper for this man.

“Mom?” I let myself in with a key.

“Kate, is that you?”

“Yes, Mom.”

She’s walking to greet me before I can tell her to stay put. “What a nice surprise. And you brought company.” She smiles.

“Why don’t you have your oxygen on, Mom?” I rush to the living room and grab her portable tank. The one she’s supposed to have on at all times.

“It was only off for a few minutes.” Mom rolls her eyes as I wrap the flexible plastic tubing that delivers her air back around her face.

“Well, aren’t you handsome,” she says to Cooper.

He smiles amused and walks to her. “Thank you, Mrs. Monroe. It’s nice to meet you.”

Typical Mom. No filter between her thoughts and her mouth. Although she can sometimes embarrass the hell out of me, it’s one of the things that I love about her most. “Mom, this is Cooper Montgomery. This is my mother, Lena Monroe.”

“Call me Lena,” she smiles at Cooper and he nods. “Are you a friend of Kate’s, Cooper?”

“I am.” Cooper looks at me, squints slightly, then adds. “Boyfriend.”

“Well, I’m glad Kate brought you around then. You must be pretty special. Kate doesn’t bring many men around.” My plan was to show Cooper why I’m doing what I’m doing, so it would be easier for him to understand as I head into the last few weeks of the show. I forgot Mom would alternate between interrogating Cooper and sharing embarrassing stories.

“What do you do for a living, Cooper?”

“Mom,” I politely warn. “We just got here. Why don’t you give Cooper at least ten minutes before you interrogate him? And where’s Kyle?”

“It’s fine. I don’t mind at all. I make movies. I own a production company.”

“He’s in his room taking a nap. He gets tired after his therapy.” She turns to Cooper. “Are they adult films?”

Cooper chuckles. “No, ma’am. Regular mainstream movies. No adult films.”

“Do you have any children?”

“No children yet.”

“Do you play cards?”

“Once in while with some old friends.”

“Well, don’t play with my daughter. She’s a shark. Just like her father.”

“I could have used that advice a few weeks ago.” Cooper smiles.

“Are you superstitious?”