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I sigh, pretending to be exasperated. “We were having a moment, and you ruined it.”

His mouth curves into a smile that I’d like to think he only reserves for me, revealing pretty white teeth and that damn dimple that still gets me every time. “You’re right. I’ll stop.”

“You do that.” I narrow my gaze at him, grabbing my water glass from the table and taking a sip.

Hunter takes a sip of his wine, his penetrating gaze on me the whole time. I know that look. It’s his sex look. I’m a big ole slut for that look.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Our tongues wrestle for dominance as Hunter takes me against his bedroom wall. I’m wrapped around him, gasping and moaning, while he fucks me with brutal strokes.

This. This is what I can’t get enough of. It's what we always come back to, no matter what.

He moves us from the wall, pushing me up and down on his dick as he hums his pleasure into my mouth. With our bodies still connected, he lowers us to the bed, hooking my legs over his shoulders. It pushes his cock deeper inside of me, making us both groan. Slowing his movements down, he pulls out of me, then drives back in again, making my eyes roll to the back of my head. He does it over and over, picking up speed until my walls are contracting around him.

“Fuck, Daddy!” I grip him by the rippling muscles in his arms as he pumps my orgasm out of me.

“Tell me.”

I tell him what he likes to hear when he’s balls-deep inside of me. “It's yours!”

“Again.” He drives into me, his face a picture of euphoric bliss.

“It’s …” I grunt when he slams into me. “Yours!”

He slinks his tongue back into my mouth, swallowing our sex noises. I claw at his shoulders like a cat as he serves me his dick like he has something to prove. I think he’s about to come, the way his muscles are constricting and by the sounds he’s making. But he pulls out of me, climbs down my body, and replaces his dick with his tongue.

I throw my arm over my face, sinking my teeth into the skin. Hunter goes to town on my pussy, fucking my channel and slurping my arousal like it’s a melting ice cream cone. Wanting to see what he’s doing to me, I push up on my elbows and grip his head, holding him against me. It’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen—me fucking his face, while he fucks his hips into the mattress to get himself off.

Hunter pulls orgasm after orgasm out of me, and just when I think I can’t take another without my head exploding, he climbs back up my body, jerking his dick in his fist. “Open your mouth.”

My mouth falls open, and I take him, hallowing my cheeks so that he can have his way with me.

“Oh, fucking hell,” he growls. “That’s so good, baby. Drink my cum.”

He fills my mouth, and I drink him in like he’s a Slurpee and it’s one hundred degrees outside. I don’t let off until he’s shaking like a leaf and mumbling incoherent things mingled with swear words. I’m high and keyed up when he pulls out of my mouth. He falls onto his back and pulls me on top of him. The look of awe on his face makes me giggle while I wipe my mouth. But he doesn’t laugh. He gathers my face in his hands and takes my mouth in a burning kiss as if he didn’t just come down my throat.

“Stay,” he says.

I pull back from him and look him in the eye. “What?”

“Sleep with me tonight.” He drags his thumbs over my cheeks. His blue eyes are pleading, and it’s throwing me off my game.

I swallow, as silence settles between us. “But it’s not what we do,” I finally say.

“It’s what I want.”

He makes it sound so simple. Like sleeping in his arms won’t complicate everything. Hunter and I walk a very fine line between fuck buddies and lovers. One wrong step and this whole thing falls apart. I’ll lose myself in him again, and I’m not willing to take that chance. I’m finally at a place where I’m content with what we have. Gone are the days of me wishing for a life with Hunter where we’re more than just Liam’s parents. I can’t go back there.

“We can’t always have what we want, Hunter.”

The tension in the room is thick while we hold each other’s stare. “I know it’s not what we do, but—”

“No. It’s not.” I peel myself off him and climb out of bed.

“So that's it?” He sits up on his elbows, giving me a sideways glance.

“It’s how it has to be for this to work.” Doesn’t he see that? I pull my shirt over my head and step into my panties.