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biting his lip as if he couldn’t take it anymore.
    Her back arched as the waves tore through her, starting between her legs and making a thundering trip through her chest and limbs.
    He pulled her tight and, with a few masterful thrusts, prolonged her climax before he called out. “Oh God.” He pulsed inside her and she squeezed her muscles to give him every last bit of pleasure she could. His head dropped into the crook of her neck and he nearly collapsed on top of her. He rolled to his side, his chest heaving until his breaths grew longer and more even.
    Allie curled into him and smoothed her foot over the front of his calf. “Wow,” she said. “That was unbelievable.”
     
    Cooper felt as if his brain was nothing more than jelly. He couldn’t remember an orgasm like that. He couldn’t recall whatever was a distant second. “I’d say that was better than unbelievable.” He worked his hand into her now disheveled hair and tenderly kissed her.
    Her tongue playfully prodded his. “I’m far less stressed out about work now.”
    Cooper shook his head. “Work? What’s that?”
    “Exactly.”
    He got up and stepped into her spa-like bathroom, with its fluffy white towels and slate tile. He tossed the condom in the trash and washed his hands, a pleasant herby smell from the soap filling the air. Candles surrounded the large soaking tub, the perfect spot for next time. If there is a next time.
    He’d been so wrapped up in his desire for Allie that he hadn’t thought about things like repercussions. I wanted her and I guess she wanted me. Maybe that’s all there is. I guess I could be cool with that. As long as we get to do it a few more times.
    Allie wasn’t in bed when he returned, so he snatched his boxer briefs from the floor and traipsed into the kitchen to find her lighting the stove, wearing a short black nightie with lace trim and narrow straps. Stepping up behind her, he wrapped his arms around her tiny torso under her breasts and kissed the top of her head. The nightgown, made from a knit like a t-shirt, was soft against the bare skin of his stomach.
    “Are you cooking for me again?” he asked.
    She wiggled her hips, pressing her curvy ass into his crotch. “I thought we should make the crepes.”
    “We’re going to be making more than crepes if you keep rubbing against me like that.” He slid his hands to her hips and fought the urge to dip them lower and rake the nightgown up and away.
    She peered up at him with the back of her head against his chest. Her eyes were as crystal clear as the Caribbean Sea. “Food first. I’m actually hungry.”
    “You know what? You sit. I’ll make the crepes.”
    “You?” She turned in his arms and held her hand to his forehead. “Are you feeling all right?”
    He released his hold and pulled a barstool from the center island. “You sit. I will cook. You just need to tell me what to do.”
    Allie plopped down on the seat, the hem of her nightgown hiking to the middle of her creamy thighs. “The pan’s probably ready.” She nodded toward the stove. “Put a pat of butter in the pan and swirl it around until it’s melted and bubbly. Then add a ladleful of batter.”
    “Got it.” He did as she instructed but the batter sat in the middle of the pan after he poured it.
    “Oh sorry. You have to swirl it in the pan until the batter covers the bottom.”
    He shook his head. “I’m holding you responsible if this doesn’t work.”
    “Now wait until it looks like it’s mostly cooked through and flip it. I just use my fingers.”
    He reached into the skillet and the searing hot metal singed his hand. “Shit.” He shook his wrist, pain stinging his fingertips. “How do you do this?”
    “Here. Let me help.” The metal barstool scraped on the wood floor.
    “No, you sit. I can figure it out.”
     
    He reached into the pan again and managed to lift the crepe, but it tore and collapsed into the skillet.
    Allie took her perch. “You sure?” She watched