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"And soon, you’ll be full of me."
I blink, then make a gagging sound. "I can’t believe you just said that."
"Believe it. It was a good comeback, though, admit it." He smirks.
"You have a one-track mind."
"Don’t tell me you aren’t, right now, thinking of straddling me as I thrust up and into you."
My belly clenches. My pussy hums. I can feel the evidence of my arousal gnaw at my lower belly and...oh, god, my breasts hurt, my thighs feel so very heavy, and my core? It feels so empty, so aching, so yearning for that sensation when his beloved thickness has me impaled and stretched and skewered around his gorgeous cock. A-n-d, did I just think of his penis as 'his beloved thickness’? Why do his words turn me on so? Why am I so unable to resist him? I squeeze my thighs together, then pretend to frown at him.
"Hunter," I say in a warning tone.
He laughs and raises both of his hands. "Just kidding you, Fire."
"So now it’s Fire, is it?"
"You set my world on fire."
I half-laugh, then turn away. I shake my head, try to gather myself, and I’m all too aware of his big body taking up so much of this small, enclosed space, of his dark scent that envelops me, the cloud of heat that spools off of his chest and pins me in place, the strength of his dominance which is a palpable presence, one that turns my throat dry, that wrings my insides into coils of tremulous anticipation, and oh, god, I’m losing myself. I’m going to hell for what I’m going to do next, but I can’t fight this… Can’t fight us anymore.
I square my shoulders. "So…" I turn to him. "That scenario you painted earlier, do you want to recreate it?"
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Hunter
"Which one?" I take in her gleaming eyes, her thick hair put up in some intricate hairdo that I’ve been itching to get my fingers into, just so I can pull out the pins and see her hair down in thick strands about her face again. Clearly, she’s been processing our conversation and come to some kind of conclusion in her head, the results of which I’m about to experience.
"This one." She rises to her feet. Then, in a move that has my breath catching, she hitches her dress above her hips, and straddles me.
My heart slams into my ribcage. My pulse rate shoots up until I can feel the blood thudding in my ears. I slide my palms up her thighs to squeeze her hips.
"Fuck, Zara, you don’t have any panties on," I growl.
"Oh, so it’s Zara, is it? Is that because you’re trying to scold me for being impudent? I wonder."
"You’re playing with fire, Fire."
"And maybe, this time, I need you to be brimstone. To allow both of us to burn in the time it takes us to reach the gala."
"Sir, Mr. Whittington, it’s eight minutes until we reach our destination, sir." My chauffeur’s voice comes through the speaker.
She frowns.
I raise my fingers to her forehead and smooth out the wrinkles in that beautiful brow.
"I told him to give me a warning when we were close."
"Because you expected us to be in this situation?"
"Maybe?"
"Oh, for fuck’s sake, and just when I thought, perhaps, you weren’t as much of a tosser as you made yourself out to be." She begins to slide off, but I hold her in place.
"Just kidding you again, baby. No. For once, my intentions in wanting you with me were purely so I could spend time with you in a legitimate fashion, on a professional basis."
"Being photographed arriving together is barely going to make it seem professional."
