Cooper (New York Players #2)

by Lulu Moore

I grabbed hold of the oh shit handle as she squeezed between two cars moving across the lane. “Fucking hell, slow down! I have a dangerous activities clause in my contract.”

“Next time you kiss me, it’ll be because you can’t not.” I didn’t add that if I had my way there would definitely be a next time.

She was so beautiful, like nothing I’d ever seen before. She could outshine the sun and stars.