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It feels too good. Too right. Too much like what I never knew I needed.
“Can’t do it, can you?” Hunter’s smile widens. “That’s what I thought. The good little Harvard girl seems to like the Shark fingering her pussy in public. I wonder what else I can get away with.”
“You…are such an asshole.” My words come out on an anguished moan that would have definitely given me away if anyone were closer to us.
But no one hears. The waiter hasn’t come back to check on us and the man is still reading his newspaper. However, if anyone were to look at me, they’d see my face and know that something is going on.
Hunter speeds up his pumps and I moan out a little louder than before.
Someone could have definitely heard that, and it’s utterly crazy how I manage to cover my mouth again, but I don’t stop him.
“Come here.” Hunter crooks his finger for me to come closer. “Kiss me and moan into my mouth.”
As if he’s just offered me the antidote for a deadly poison, I move closer to him, and then we’re kissing.
He pushes my legs wider and I allow him to finger-fuck me under the table while he strokes my left nipple with his free hand. Now that we’re kissing, we’re closer, so no one can see that he’s fondling my breast. We just look like a couple making out in the restaurant.
Us—Hunter and me making out. A little over an hour ago we were practically arguing in the street. I was calling him an asshole and he was warning Ryan away from me.
Now he’s touching me in all the ways my body craves and I have that insatiable feeling of wanting more.
As if he can read my mind, he gives me more by massaging my clit, and I forget where we are. My body arches into his thrust and he rubs harder, detonating the fierce pleasure inside me.
That’s when I come. A gush of wetness pours out of me and I moan louder than ever into his mouth.
I no longer care where we are or if we have an arena of people watching us.
All I care about is how I feel and that I never want him to stop touching me or kissing me.
Hunter continues devouring my lips until I climb down from the high and my breathing balances out.
He moves away from my lips and shocks me once more by bringing his fingers up to his mouth to lick off my juices.
I watch him while he does so but he doesn’t take his eyes off me. Not even for a second.
Just like the other night, as soon as my awareness returns, shame fills me. I’m about to move but he presses one large hand to the flat of my stomach.
“Slowly look up, to your left.” He brushes his nose over my cheek.
“What?” I don’t know what he’s talking about now.
“We have a Peeping Tom. Casually glance up and look at him.”
The menace in his voice tells me he knew someone was watching the whole time. When I glance up to the second-floor balcony and spot Ryan sitting at the bar, my entire body shuts down and I nearly die. In fact, I feel like quite possibly I have.
Oh my God.
He saw us. And I think I’m right. Hunter knew he was watching us the whole time.
Hunter guides my face back to his and hovers before my lips. I’m so stunned my mind struggles and I’m like a rag doll in his arms.
“You need to tell soldier boy you don’t like him anymore.” His voice drops to that low menacing rasp that makes my skin crawl. “Tell him you don’t like him as much as you like me. Tell him before I do.”
My lips part but as usual he’s left me speechless.
“You need a man, not a boy. A man would have no need to spy on us like that. If he does shit like that again I’ll lay you down and fuck you right in front of him, so he gets the message that you’re mine. Do you understand me?” He holds my gaze as if he can reach into my mind and force me to obey.
“Yes.”
