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His feathered kisses along my lips and face and neck stole my breath. I didn’t know what to do besides grip his shirt in both fists and hold on tight.
Kisses blended into more. Tentative touches up my stomach, under my shirt. Groping through my bra and teasing my nipples as I stroked his erection through his slacks. It was a drawn out make-out session that put any I’d been a part of when I was younger to shame. This wasn’t desperate pawing, it was a methodical build-up of pleasure.
Hunter pressed his lips to the hollow below my ear. “Do you remember what I said about fucking you?”
“That you like it?”
“Such an understatement. Memories of being buried inside you and wrapped around you haunt my dreams.”
I flushed at the strength in his words. “You’re so poetic,” I said.
“You expected anything else? I’m torn between spending the night devouring you, and the fact that we have someplace to be. If I ask you to join me in the shower, will it ruin your hair?”
I gave him a look that I hoped conveyedask me instead if I care. “I’d love to join you in the shower.”
Hunter led me into the master suite bathroom, which made the one in my room look tiny. The large walk-in shower only took up a small corner of the room, and there was plenty of space for two behind the glass. He turned on the water, and we stripped off our clothes.
He tested the water a few times before finally tugging me under the stream with him, and sliding the door shut to close us off from the rest of the world. He pressed his chest to my back to kiss along my shoulders and neck while he glided his hands up my stomach to cup my breasts.
“You’ve raised the bar on foreplay.” My teasing was breathy. Each new touch was fresh and tantalizing.
“You deserve that and more.”
As the water sluiced over us, Hunter glided his hands along my every curve, teasing and caressing until I was slick from the build-up.
He slipped his fingers between my legs, teasing my pussy, then hooked his hand under my knee to plant my foot on the seat in the corner. Yeah, he had a built-in seat in his shower.
I leaned forward as he dragged the head of his cock along my ass cheek, and then my slit. He penetrated me with a long groan that sent a shiver of delight through me. He didn’t move inside me, though.
The water stopped striking my skin, and a moment later, he was holding the shower head between my legs. “Tell me when I hit the right spot,” he said.
I guided the pulsating water into place, and a shudder ran through me as the steady stream hit my clit.
“Hold this in place.” Hunter handed me the shower nozzle. He gripped my hips, and then he was pounding inside me. Hard. Fast. Digging his fingers into my water-slicked skin.
The combination of sensations built fast, after the slow path we’d taken to get here, and my body tensed in anticipation. Every muscle coiled, waiting for release. Needing it.
And then orgasm crashed around me, from my core, from Hunter’s frantic pace. From everywhere. I clenched around his cock, lost in the pleasure, and milking him.
“Fuck, Violet.” He squeezed me harder. The pounding reached frenetic, even as I let the shower nozzle fall away. Hunter spilled inside me, his groan loud and intoxicating when he came.
As he slowed to a stop, neither of us moved for several moments. Water struck our shins. He pressed his lips into my shoulder and pulled me back into him.
“You’re incredible in so many ways, Violet.”
I leaned more weight against him. “I could say the same to you. Don’t take this wrong, but you’re officially my favorite mistake.”
“I love it.” He laughed.
We took our time soaping up and rinsing each other clean. It was hard to move quickly when every other touch was followed up with a kiss. We finally managed to step out of the shower, and get ready for the evening.
The drive there passed in a haze of me thinking about how amazing this was. I almost managed to ignore the nagging voice reminding me I needed this with Ramsey, too, to feel complete. Did that make me greedy? I didn’t care. I wanted them both anyway.
Tonight’s fundraiser was in another convention room, in another hotel. The only thing that distinguished most of these from each other was the color of the tablecloths. Pink this time—a perfect match to my flush every time I thought about Hunter.
I clung to him from the moment we arrived. We looked like the perfect, loving couple. It came naturally to have him whispering in my ear. To laugh at his comments. To exchange little kisses. Tonight it was because of this fresh commitment we had, but even before, it felt right to be close to him. To fall into this role.
It took more than an hour for both us and Ramsey to be free enough to approach each other. As the three of us headed toward a less crowded part of the room, Debbie joined Ramsey.
