Chapter 5
Hunter
Harrison gets a notification banner pop-up on his screen and sighs.
“Fuck, I need to head off for my meeting,” he says, eyes darting to Ari before returning to me.“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
And with that,he carries his glass over to the sink, his front flush with Ari’s back as his chin rests on her shoulder. Ihave no idea what he just said to her, but whateverit was has her stiffeningbefore he presses his lips just belowher ear and sucks, causingher to shiver before he forces himselfto take a stepback.
“Have fun,” he says, adjusting his erection right before he walks away, leaving us alone in the kitchen.
Her shoulders relax slightly, but I know she knows I’mstill here. Becauselike when she’s in the same room as me, Iknow, and she feels us too.
I push my chair back with a high-pitched screeching sound.
Her entire body tenses, but she refuses to look over her shoulder. I love how stubborn she is when she wants to be.
My socked feet pad softly over the tiles as I walk towards her, placing my glass next to the one my brother left as my front presses against her back.
“Who were you texting?” I ask, a hair’s breadth away from her ear.
She swallows hard before replying defiantly.
“None of your business, Hunter.”
I don’t know what I love more, the fact that she said my name or that she saidnone of your businessas opposed tono one.
“Hmm, that’s where you’re wrong. It’s very much my business.”
Her sleeves are bunched up to her elbows, her hands still buried in the suds. We have a fucking dishwasher, but His Highness insists she hand-washes everything after breakfast.
She shuffles her feet, but the movement causes her body to brush against every fucking inch of me, including my erection that’s fighting against the cotton of my grey joggers. The ones I wear with her in mind.
I know she likes them. She thinks we don’t notice the stolen glances, the clear appraisal as she objectifies us in the best possible way.
Before she can move away, one of my hands moves to her hip, pinning her body to mine.
I inhale her fragrance. So fucking delicious.
“What do you want?” she asks, her voice taking on a raspy quality that turns me on so much, it’s a similar sound we’ve heard her make when she’s getting herself off.
“Many things, little rabbit. Many things.”
And then, before I have time to think about it any further, my other hand slides across her stomach, up and under her T-shirt, dipping into the waistband of her leggings and underwear.
Her breathing hitches, the sound heaven to my ears, as I splay my palm right over her hot centre. And whether it’s conscious or not, she spreads her legs wider.
“Such a little slut, aren’t you?” I say, my fingers moving to slowly brush over her clit. She bucks at the contact.
It sets my nerves alight, and I know I won’t be walking away from her until she’s coming all over my fingers.
Harrison did say not to do anything he wouldn’t do—and let’s face it, with her, there’s nothing he wouldn’t do.
My middle finger slips between her sweet centre. Fuck, either she’s still thrumming from getting off this morning or from our encounter in the hallway.
But either way, I’m here for it.
“Hmm, wet, just how I like you,” I praise, my lips brushing against her temple.
