I wanted more. I wanted it all.
“Fuck… These tits.” He slid his hands over my breasts, cupping them, feeling their weight, pinching my nipples through the lacy material. “I want to fuck them. I want to see my come on your skin. I want to bite them. I want—”
“Hunter,” I ground out, gripping the edge of the couch now. I loved his dirty mouth, but I needed it on my body.
“What?”
“Shut up and fuck me.”
His dark chuckle seemed to echo in the empty room. “Patience. Patience,” he tsked.
He rounded the couch, removing his bow tie before kneeling in front of me. Taking his sweet-ass time. Finally, he placed his palms on my thighs, nudging them apart.
“Spread those gorgeous legs.”
I wasn’t going to argue with that. I could play nice—when I got what I wanted. And I had a feeling Hunter was finally going to give me what I wanted. What I’d been denying myself all these weeks.
He massaged my legs, kissing his way up my thighs, spreading them farther apart. I was torn between watching us in the mirror and focusing on the man in front of me—both prospects were equally tempting.
The way the fabric bunched over his back to accommodate his muscles. The way he knelt before me, ready to worship me. But seeing his eyes, watching the way his lips parted when he moved my underwear aside—thatwas the hottest thing.
And when he placed his lips to my center, finally making that connection I so desperately desired, I fell back against the couch. Fuck me, the man gave oral sex like it was his mission in life. And I certainly appreciated his devotion with every swipe of his tongue, every flick and shudder of pleasure he ripped from me.
He met my eyes, his lips glossy with my desire. “Délicieuse.”
He was delicious. From his tousled golden tresses to his cool blue eyes that saw deep into my soul. I wanted to undress him because he’d certainly stripped me bare.
He buried his head between my thighs once more, attacking me with gusto. With every brush of his tongue, I climbed higher and higher. And when he added first one finger, then another, he pushed me to new heights.
I’d had attentive lovers in the past—men who knew how to please a woman. But Hunter seemed attuned to my body, as if he already knew the notes to a song he’d never played.
“Come for me,” he demanded. The maestro bringing me to a crescendo.
I met his eyes, finally admitting that this was inevitable.Wewere inevitable. Hunter and I were like two magnets, powerless to resist colliding.
And with that admission came release. I careened over the edge, falling into oblivion. I chanted his name, my muscles clenching around his fingers as he continued to extract every ounce of pleasure from my body, until finally, I could take no more.
“Holy hell.” I fell back on the couch, throwing an arm over my face. My limbs felt like jelly, and a warm, pleasant sensation spread throughout my body.
“Still think I can’t handle a woman like you?” he asked in a haughty tone.
I cracked open one eye and saw him peering down at me with a knowing grin. “We’ll see.”
In truth, there was no doubt in my mind that Hunter could keep up with me. He was…quite adept with his hands. And I couldn’t wait to discover his other talents.
I stood, struggling to gain my balance as I placed myself directly in front of him. He brushed a strand of hair away from my face, his touch gentle. Reverent.
But when he leaned down to kiss me, I stopped him with a finger to his lips. Despite my lust-fogged haze, I knew better. Kisses complicated things—or they could. And this situation was already complicated enough with him being my client—my unicorn client—plus my best friend’s husband’s best friend.
I shook my head. That sounded ridiculous.Whatever.
“You okay there?” He glided his hand over my shoulder and down my back.
I nearly closed my eyes, wanting to sink into his touch, but we needed to get a few things straight first.
“I think we need a couple ground rules.” I circled the top button of his shirt and loosened it before moving down to the next.
“Do you need a safe word?” he teased. Or at least, I thought he was teasing.
