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“Marcy. My friend, Marcy. Who else? You have to set them up. He is absolutely perfect. Everything Marcy looks for in a man, he has it all rolled into one. That mustache and beard. His eyes, his height, his smile. Oh, please tell me he uses Tom Ford cologne. She'll go nuts if he does—”
“The fuck.” He dragged his hands through his hair. Pretty much incredulous now. “You want me to set your friend up on a date with Dash?”
“Dash? Is that what you call him? Yes, will you? Please? He's perfect. I can’t believe I found a real-life version of Marcy’s dream man.” She closed the distance between them, imploring him with those sexy eyes of hers and clutching onto his T-shirt again as if her life depended on him arranging a bloody blind date with her friend and mine.
He felt a wave of weakening relief, but it soon gave way to utter annoyance. He’d been ready to teach this woman how many ways he could own all of her, ways she'd never forget or could have imagined; and she was orchestrating a blind date?
He picked her up and tossed her onto the bed, covering her body with his before she had a chance to lift herself up. She was completely baffled by his reaction; it was written all over her face.
What did she expect? He was on the verge of obliterating Dash, one of the very few people he trusted, for her—not that Dash would do anything to betray him, but the thought of her wanting him had destroyed Hunter in ways he didn’t think himself capable of experiencing.
Her body softened under his while her dress glided up, exposing her silken legs. Her breath fell heavily from her luscious lips as her perfect eyebrows drew together in a pretty little frown.
The night before came crashing down on both of them.
“So will you?” She asked, desperate to say something to break the heavy, intense silence between them. “Please. Hunter? Please say yes. There's a charity—”
He pulled open the ribbons on her dress. She gasped softly. A little tug and her bare breast fell open for him. She lifted her head to see what he’d done, then dropped herself down on the pillow again. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. He knew she was trying to play it cool, but he could see the slight redness his clamps had left behind on her nipples, and his mouth watered to lick the branding.
He laid his hand on her thigh and forced her to part them for him. She stopped breathing for a beat, and he could feel her breath suspended in the air between them.
His fingers splayed across her flesh as he thought about how easily he could make her give up her virginity to him. No gags. No stopping. No thinking about the consequences if he did.
How easily he could seduce her. She was innocent, even if she pretended otherwise.
The thing was, she had never met a man like him before. He was not a good man. Not taking her was him holding onto the last shred of decency within him.
But with that thought came another. He had to let her go. The longer he held off fucking her, the more righteous he became. And where he was going, righteousness was not an option.
Gagging her with his belt last night was a sign of his weakness. He knew deep down he wouldn’t have the fortitude to care about what her life would be like when she said that word that would permit him to take her virginity.
Once she uttered the wordbicyclehe wouldn’t be able to stop himself, and he would drag her down to hell with him, trapped forever in a secret world where everyone was first his enemy before his friend.
Fuck her or let her go.
She gulped deeply again, wriggled under his touch, then resumed, although her voice sounded strained and husky. “There's a charity thing tomorrow at the lake,” she continued. “It's a fundraising event for Alzheimer's, and Marcy and I are going to be there.” She gained momentum, speeding up her words as he pressed into her.
Fuck her now or let her go.
“You have to get him there. But he mustn't know why exactly.” She stopped as if she'd just realized what an amazing plan she'd come up with. “I want it to almost be serendipitous, even though we’re the ones setting this in motion. Oh, they are going to be amazing together as long as Marcy doesn’t know it’s a date because she always acts differently when she's on a date and—”
Fuck her now and let her go.
He hardly paid any attention to her rambling about Marcy and Dash and all the goddamn babies they were going to have, which was how it sounded to him.
The tips of his fingers drifted upward. Her back arched instantly as he neared the edge of her panties between her thighs.
Words failed her completely now. Her eyes widened. He laid his palm against the smooth fabric of her underwear and took the sweet pebble on her breast into his mouth. He sucked and licked her, then bit and kissed her better again.
Her taste drove him insane.
“Um... they will... oh!” She moaned and mumbled things, but his hand stayed over her pussy covered by the silk of her panties. He was waiting. And he didn't have to wait long.
Her wetness seeped through more now, the harder he sucked on her breast. Her heat was so lovely, he wanted to eat all of her. His cock hurt from wanting to be inside her.
“Do you know how easy it is for me to just take what I want?”
She bit her lip, and her back curved more. His palm was getting soaked as he leaned over her, inhaling her pretty scent before he forced her legs further apart. His lips drifted over her jaw.
