Cooper (New York Players #2)

by Lulu Moore

“If he was man enough to be with you, then he’d be with you. No one worthy would let you go.”

But the way he looked at me, like he could ignite me from the inside out… I felt a heavy throb between my legs. That could fuck off for a start.

It had taken her forty eight hours to completely annihilate every defense I’d built the past thirteen years. And after that performance, she fucking owned me.

Hickeys! What were we, fifteen? He’d fucking branded me.

I can’t have another whirlwind romance and divorce under my belt.” I’m not a fucking Kardashian.

You’re my Wonderwall, Tiny.