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She’d had the hots for him? Why hadn’t he noticed? He shook the thought away and said, “Okay, but what does any of this have to do with a bet you made with your girlfriends?”
“We bet on who could make their fantasy come true first.”
“And I’m your fantasy,” he surmised. Damn, now they were getting somewhere.
“Yes. I’m so sorry!” She stepped forward, closing the small space between them. “Do you feel terribly objectified?”
He chuckled. “Baby, men like being the object of women’s fantasies.” He thought for a second then asked, “So, in this bet, what do you have to do to win exactly?”
“I have to sleep with Mr. Motorcycle Man,” she blurted out.
His lips twitched. “Motorcycle Man?”
Her cheeks turned pink. “Well, at the time I didn’t know your name.”
Hunter cupped her face in his hands and kissed her forehead. “How about we go see if we can win that bet, shall we?”
7
Jeanette allowed Hunter to lead her into his bedroom. Much like the kitchen, no expense was spared. When he turned a little dial next to the door, soft light filled the room. A vaulted ceiling with two skylights made the room seem much larger than it really was. A pair of French doors opened to a balcony. The beautiful canopied, king-sized bed covered in a burgundy satin comforter made Jeanette keenly aware that Hunter liked his comforts. The light pine wood had gorgeous diamond-shaped carvings on the headboard and footboard. An overstuffed burgundy chair sat next to a large bay window, and a huge entertainment center took up nearly the entire wall across from the bed. She turned to where Hunter leaned against the doorjamb, his arms crossed over his chest.
“Just what do you do for a living?”
Hunter stood and came toward her. “I’m an author.”
“Judging by your house, you must be a best-seller. What do you write?”
“Thrillers,” he said, as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed.
Jeanette walked around the room, curious about the man who’d held her interest for so long. She spied a framed photo on his nightstand and picked it up. An older man stood next to Hunter, their arms over each other as Hunter held up a hard-back book with the name Grayson Rivers on the cover. Oh my God, she knew that name! She had a few of his books on her shelf at home. He really was a best-seller. The older man resembled Hunter, his smile shining with pride and love.
She turned toward him and held up the photo. “Is this your father?”
A flicker of something passed over his face, before he shuttered it and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. “No, my Uncle Raymond. Remember I mentioned the uncle who taught me to ride?” She nodded. “He taught me a lot of things. He practically raised me.”
“I see.” She carefully placed the frame back on the top of the dresser and moved away. “He must be very special.”
“He was. He had a heart attack shortly after that photo was taken. I still miss him.”
Drawn by the emotion in his gaze, Jeanette stepped closer. His musky male scent filled her senses. “He sounds pretty wonderful. What about your parents?”
He stiffened. “I never knew my dad. My mom passed away six years ago. She’d been in a car accident but walked away without any injuries. A few days after the crash she started having headaches. I talked her into going to the hospital to get checked out. She went downhill really fast. She slipped into a coma. It wasn’t long before Uncle Raymond and I were burying her.”
“Oh, Hunter,” Jeanette said, emotion clogging her throat. “I’m so sorry.”
Without warning Hunter grabbed her arm and pulled until she fell into his lap. “I don’t want to talk about my mom and uncle,” he whispered against her ear. “I’d much rather help you win that bet.”
Even with all they’d done together already, she still found herself blushing at the reminder of the bet. “I can’t believe I told you about that.”
“I’m glad you did.” He flicked her nose. “I wouldn’t have been pleased if you’d kept it from me. I enjoy being the object of your fantasies, baby, but I don’t want to be kept in the dark.”
“That makes sense.”
“Since we’re on the subject,” he said as his hand skated up her thigh only to disappear beneath her skirt. “What did you fantasize about exactly?”
He nudged her thighs apart and his fingers moved in small circles over her clitoris. Her panties had been ruined and she’d been forced to go commando. Jeanette could barely concentrate on the conversation as he began to pinch her clit and stroke her sensitive pussy lips. “You want details?”
Hunter slid his middle finger inside her wet heat, humming his approval when she moaned and spread her thighs wider. “A lot of details.”
