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She gave him a flirtatious smile. “Well, that’s convenient.”
He lifted her hand to his mouth and let his lips caress the backs of her fingers. “At the moment, very much so,” he agreed, just as the double doors opened to a marbled entryway. Up until this point, he’d never brought a woman here, but taking Elle to a hotel seemed pointless when his bed was so much closer and he was beyond impatient to have her.
As they stepped out, he released her hand, and she immediately gravitated toward the living room and the floor-to-ceiling panes of glass that overlooked most of the city. The apartment itself was all sleek, masculine furnishings and décor, courtesy of Tempest’s eye for design.
“Oh, wow, your place is incredible,” she said, her voice filled with awe as she set her little purse on the sofa table, then walked to the windows to stare out at the spectacular view. Without any interior lamps on, the entire room was shadowed, but the lights from around the neighborhood gave off just enough illumination so that it wasn’t pitch-dark.
The cell phone in his pants pocket vibrated, and he pulled it out and glanced at the text from his brother that was addressed to him and Tempest. A little anxious about how things had gone down with Maddux and Theodore, he opened the message and read the condensed note: It’s done. I’ll talk to you both in the morning.
His brother had always been a man of few words, and It’s done insinuated that everything had gone as they’d talked about and planned, and Maddux would provide all the details in the morning. Hunter couldn’t deny the satisfaction he felt at the thought of Theodore Cole finally suffering for taking their parents’ lives.
Exhaling a deep breath, he tossed the phone onto the couch, and knowing that justice had been served, he was ready to fully enjoy the next few hours with Elle. He let her take in the sights for a few minutes as he finally yanked off the offending bow tie from around his neck, then released the first few buttons on his shirt so he could breathe. Shrugging out of his tuxedo jacket, he draped it across the back of a leather chair and strolled to where she was standing, wanting her naked as quickly as possible.
“This view is amazing,” she said, still looking out the glass as he came up behind her.
He put his hands on her bare shoulders, and she visibly shivered beneath his touch as he swept the long, wavy blonde strands of her hair to one side to give him better access to the back of her dress. “Yes, the view is amazing. And it’s about to get a whole lot more incredible. At least for me, anyway.”
Lowering his mouth to the side of her neck, he placed a few warm, damp kisses there that had her pulse quickening against his lips, while his fingers trailed a path to where her gown was fastened and tugged on the satin ribbon cinching the corset top together. It didn’t take him long to loosen the bindings enough to let the dress fall to the floor, but before he could push the gown over her hips to do so, she quickly crossed her arms over her chest, holding the material in place, her demeanor suddenly tentative.
He paused and brought his mouth close to her ear. “Second thoughts?” he asked, not sure how he was going to let her go if she changed her mind. He couldn’t remember wanting a woman as badly as he desired her, to the point that he wondered if fucking her once tonight would be enough to get her out of his system.
No, definitely not, he decided.
“I . . . umm . . .” Her voice wavered slightly as she shifted anxiously on her feet. “Can anybody see through these windows?”
He chuckled at her reason for being so self-conscious and demure, which was something he wasn’t used to with the more experienced females he normally slept with. But surprisingly, he found Elle’s shy reaction incredibly appealing and hot as hell, because it meant the pleasure of corrupting her would be all his. By the time he was done with her, any modesty she had when it came to sex or the things he wanted from her would be nonexistent.
“Not much of an exhibitionist?” he teased as he stroked his thumbs up along the line of her spine, enjoying the soft, smooth feel of her skin beneath his fingers while trying to ease away her apprehension.
She laughed nervously. “No, not really.”
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“You have nothing to worry about,” he reassured her, kissing the side of her neck again and inhaling the soft, floral scent lingering on her skin. “All the windows have a high grade of privacy film on them. You can see out at night, but no one can look in.”
He felt her exhale a sigh of relief, but her arms remained crossed over her chest.
“Release the dress, Elle,” he ordered, his tone firm as he slid his hands inside the back opening of the gown to push the material down her body once it was loose. “Let me see what’s mine for the night.”
All hesitation now gone, she acquiesced. Her arms fell to her sides, and from there the dress floated to the floor at her feet. Wearing just a pair of white lace panties that covered her shapely ass and those sparkly crystal shoes, she stepped out of the circle of fabric, and he took a moment to scoop up the gown and arrange it over the back of the couch so it didn’t get ruined.
When he pivoted back toward her, he was pleased to see that she hadn’t turned around to face him and was waiting for his next command. His gaze shifted to her faint reflection in the glass, and he took in the generous curves of her nearly naked body. She wasn’t overtly skinny, but voluptuous and curvy in all the right places, which he appreciated. Her breasts, from what he could see, were full and firm. From behind, he followed the flare of her hips down to her supple-looking thighs, then back up to her delectable ass, the kind that would nicely cushion his deep thrusts from behind . . . and that was definitely one of the ways he planned to take her tonight.
His dick was already excruciatingly hard, thick, and aching beneath the zipper of his slacks, but he wasn’t ready to undress just yet, not until he had Elle as soft and malleable as he wanted her. Stepping up behind her, he circled his arm around her midsection, splayed his palm on her stomach, and pulled her flush against the front of his body. She came easily, willingly, the soft catch of her breath letting him know that she was very aware of the length of his cock pressing insistently along the crease of her lace-clad bottom.
He brought his other hand up to one of her bare breasts, cupping and kneading the heavy weight and reveling in her moans of pleasure as he lightly pinched and pulled her taut nipple. The hand on her belly slid lower, easily making its way beneath the waistband of her panties and down to that sweet spot between her thighs.
Her entire body jolted against his the moment his fingers glided through her drenched pussy, and he groaned against her neck at the undeniable evidence of her desire for him.
“Jesus,” he rasped into her ear as he grazed his thumb across the hard knot of her clit, which had her panting for release. “You’re already so fucking wet for me, aren’t you?”
She whimpered her response, and as if she needed something to hold on to, her hands gripped the material of his dress pants at his thighs as she tipped her head back against his shoulder, her hips moving rhythmically against the slow, deep strokes of his fingers along her slick flesh. Christ, she was so damn responsive, so needy, and it was hot as fuck to watch her uninhibited reflection in the glass window as he pleasured her, as she gradually gave herself over to him.
“I can’t wait to get my mouth on you,” he said huskily, adding fuel to her fire as he grazed his teeth along that sensitive spot where neck met shoulder and bit down on that flesh, causing her nipples to pucker even tighter against the twist of his fingers. “I’m dying to lick your pussy and taste your come as you shatter against my tongue.”
“Hunter,” she moaned desperately, her fingernails now digging into his legs, her body feverish with lust and need.
“Come for me, beautiful girl, right now,” he ordered, squeezing and rubbing her clit between his fingers with just enough friction and pressure to push her over that edge she was teetering on. “Just like this. I’ve got you.”
