drove two fingers inside her, spiraling thrusts, sending her sailing for the
finish line. With a few more intent licks, he pushed her over the edge into a
lovely, lazy drift back down to earth.
Cooper kissed her inner thigh and she realized that
she’d kept an iron grip on his head. She cupped her hands behind his ears,
bringing his face to hers, kissing him passionately as he remained on his
knees. She wrapped her legs around his waist, wanting him as close as possible.
“You’re unreal. I don’t know how any woman ever let
you out of her sight after getting that treatment.”
He smiled and rubbed his thumb along her cheek. “Not
every woman gets the Cooper Hale special.”
“Is that what you call it?” she asked, half laughing.
“I have no idea. I just thought it sounded snappy.”
She kissed him on the forehead before she stood and grabbed
the soap, turning it in her hands. “Whatever you call it, it’s spectacular. It’s
been a while.” She twisted her lips as she realized she’d said more than she
wanted to.
“Let me guess.” Cooper took the bar of soap from her and
she spread handfuls of citrus-scented lather across his chest. “The Grim Reaper
wasn’t a fan of the oral exam?”
She worked the suds over his strong shoulders,
committing every contour to memory. “Let’s say he was fine with receiving, but
not giving.” She smiled as Cooper gripped her rib cage with one hand and painted
her breasts in soapy, creamy white with the other. Her body responded to his
touch, tingling and tightening.
“His loss.” He wrapped his arms around her waist,
kissing her neck and the sensitive spot right below her ear. Their torsos skated
over each other, slick with lustrous bubbles. “I might have to make up for his
shortcomings.”
Her body warmed, even when it was tropical in the
shower steam. “You already have, but that still sounds promising.”
“It’ll just have to be later. I need a nap. You have
completely worn me out.”
Chapter Six
The minute Allie finished her presentation late
Tuesday afternoon, she felt as though she was buoyed by helium balloons.
Julie Nichols, founder and president of Valeti Cookies,
smiled wide and nodded in approval. “Fantastic stuff. I knew I’d be happy I
called you,” she said, tucking a legal pad into a brown leather shoulder bag.
Allie led her out into the modest yet expertly
decorated reception area. “Please call me with any questions. I know that some
of the creative is a little outside what you’ve been doing, but I think it’s
important for you to be bold right now. Valeti is growing so quickly. You need
to make sure people see a strong image.”
Julie grinned again. “As far as I’m concerned, this is
all a formality. I still have to run everything by Greg and Nancy after they
get back from their trip, but I know they’re going to love everything you
showed me today. Great job. I’ll be in touch.”
Allie held the office door and silently squealed as it
closed.
Patty the receptionist gave her a thumbs-up before
answering the phone, “Flynn Agency. How may I direct your call?”
Allie strode into her office and glided into her
chair, allowing it to spin once. “Holy shit,” she muttered to no one.
After several phone calls and a quick meeting with her
art department, she hopped into a cab. It was a beautiful day, sun shining and
warm, but not hot yet. She asked the driver to let her out a few blocks before
her building to enjoy the day. Striding down the city sidewalk, she thought to
herself that she’d never felt so accomplished in her professional life. Even
nailing a big account at her old company wasn’t the same—it wasn’t hers
and hers alone.
After she got home, she opened a bottle of cabernet,
slipped into jeans and turned on some music. Standing at the fridge, she saw
how badly her dinner options were lacking. Salad or salad? I need to go
grocery shopping, big-time. Her phone buzzed on the kitchen island with a
text
finish line. With a few more intent licks, he pushed her over the edge into a
lovely, lazy drift back down to earth.
Cooper kissed her inner thigh and she realized that
she’d kept an iron grip on his head. She cupped her hands behind his ears,
bringing his face to hers, kissing him passionately as he remained on his
knees. She wrapped her legs around his waist, wanting him as close as possible.
“You’re unreal. I don’t know how any woman ever let
you out of her sight after getting that treatment.”
He smiled and rubbed his thumb along her cheek. “Not
every woman gets the Cooper Hale special.”
“Is that what you call it?” she asked, half laughing.
“I have no idea. I just thought it sounded snappy.”
She kissed him on the forehead before she stood and grabbed
the soap, turning it in her hands. “Whatever you call it, it’s spectacular. It’s
been a while.” She twisted her lips as she realized she’d said more than she
wanted to.
“Let me guess.” Cooper took the bar of soap from her and
she spread handfuls of citrus-scented lather across his chest. “The Grim Reaper
wasn’t a fan of the oral exam?”
She worked the suds over his strong shoulders,
committing every contour to memory. “Let’s say he was fine with receiving, but
not giving.” She smiled as Cooper gripped her rib cage with one hand and painted
her breasts in soapy, creamy white with the other. Her body responded to his
touch, tingling and tightening.
“His loss.” He wrapped his arms around her waist,
kissing her neck and the sensitive spot right below her ear. Their torsos skated
over each other, slick with lustrous bubbles. “I might have to make up for his
shortcomings.”
Her body warmed, even when it was tropical in the
shower steam. “You already have, but that still sounds promising.”
“It’ll just have to be later. I need a nap. You have
completely worn me out.”
Chapter Six
The minute Allie finished her presentation late
Tuesday afternoon, she felt as though she was buoyed by helium balloons.
Julie Nichols, founder and president of Valeti Cookies,
smiled wide and nodded in approval. “Fantastic stuff. I knew I’d be happy I
called you,” she said, tucking a legal pad into a brown leather shoulder bag.
Allie led her out into the modest yet expertly
decorated reception area. “Please call me with any questions. I know that some
of the creative is a little outside what you’ve been doing, but I think it’s
important for you to be bold right now. Valeti is growing so quickly. You need
to make sure people see a strong image.”
Julie grinned again. “As far as I’m concerned, this is
all a formality. I still have to run everything by Greg and Nancy after they
get back from their trip, but I know they’re going to love everything you
showed me today. Great job. I’ll be in touch.”
Allie held the office door and silently squealed as it
closed.
Patty the receptionist gave her a thumbs-up before
answering the phone, “Flynn Agency. How may I direct your call?”
Allie strode into her office and glided into her
chair, allowing it to spin once. “Holy shit,” she muttered to no one.
After several phone calls and a quick meeting with her
art department, she hopped into a cab. It was a beautiful day, sun shining and
warm, but not hot yet. She asked the driver to let her out a few blocks before
her building to enjoy the day. Striding down the city sidewalk, she thought to
herself that she’d never felt so accomplished in her professional life. Even
nailing a big account at her old company wasn’t the same—it wasn’t hers
and hers alone.
After she got home, she opened a bottle of cabernet,
slipped into jeans and turned on some music. Standing at the fridge, she saw
how badly her dinner options were lacking. Salad or salad? I need to go
grocery shopping, big-time. Her phone buzzed on the kitchen island with a
text
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