AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Sure.” I try to sound nonchalant, but that turkey sandwich feels like it’s lodged in my throat now making my words come out low and nearly inaudible.
Griffin gives me a hug before he moves back behind his desk. “I’ll see you at home.”
“See you.” I give him a final wave, then exit his office to follow Hunter down the hallway.
Now that I’m out of Griffin’s orbit, I’m relieved. Standing in the same room with him and Hunter was something I never planned to do. And definitely didn’t expect to be thrown into the situation unknowingly.
I’ve never had a one-night stand before, but I’m pretty sure it’s not normal to have the man you slept with in Vegas end up being a new client’s brotherandyour brother’s boss. The statistical probability has got to be one in a gazillion bajillion. Something like that. I was never great at statistics.
For a moment, I fall into stride beside Hunter, but a group of employees walking down the hall toward us has me falling behind him in order to let them pass. We’re nearly to the point where the hallway lets out to the reception area when Hunter suddenly turns around. My forward momentum sends me straight into him.
“Ow.” I reach for my nose, the injured party in what felt like running into a steel door, AKA Hunter’s muscular chest. Even as my nose recovers from the sharp jolt, I’m recalling the way his pecs flexed with effort when he pinned my hands above my head and thrust into me hard that night.
“Shit. I’m sorry.” Hunter steadies me with his hands on my upper arms. “You okay?”
“Yeah, mostly just startled but your chest is like a steel wall. You might want to register that as a hazard.”
His lips smirk at my comment, but his eyes are serious as he bends down to examine my face. His thumb brushes gently over the tip of my nose, his fingers lightly caressing my jaw.
When he doesn’t find any evidence of blood or bruising, he straightens again. “Can we talk for a minute?”
I glance behind me, checking for any sign of Griffin. I’m pretty sure he would lose his shit if he knew that I had hooked up with his boss. Not that I knew Hunter was his boss when I slept with him in Vegas. But that is something Griffin should not know about.
“I’ve got ice packs.” His lips stretch into a smile, and suddenly, nothing hurts anymore. God, I remember those lips. The warm press of them across my skin. The way they sucked and teased. Just thinking about it makes my skin tingle.
We probably should talk. Maybe share more information about ourselves, so we can better anticipate these run-ins.
“Yeah, okay.” I nod.
Yesterday at the restaurant, the company around us made it impossible to talk one on one, but then he sent me the flowers and I haven’t been sure what to make of them. His note was formal, if not a bit vague. Were they an apology for Vegas, a peace offering after my embarrassing declaration at lunch yesterday, or something else?
He motions toward the open door he’s stopped in front of. I peer in to see a large office with panoramic views of East Manhattan. With one last glance down the hallway, I cross the threshold into his office.
If I thought Griffin’s view was amazing, Hunter’s is exponentially so. It’s crazy how different the view is out Hunter’s window just from walking down the hallway.
“How do you stand it? This view is horrible,” I say with my nose practically pressed against the glass, the pain from our bump in the hallway long gone. “The Empire State Building is right there!” I point excitedly, as if I’m a five-year-old who just found their favorite princess at Disney World.
Hunter chuckles behind me. “It’s nice to see it through a fresh set of eyes.”
“Because you stare at it every day and think it would be such a good view if only that large building weren’t in the way?” I tease.
I turn to find him watching me. He must think I’m such a tourist. I wonder when it’ll start to feel like everything isn’t out of a movie. That I live in this fabulous city. This is my life now.
“A set of wildly expressive green eyes.”
The way he’s staring at me now reminds me of how our eyes locked in the mirror when he bent me over the vanity and made me come with his cock in my pussy and his finger in my ass. How he told me to keep my eyes open so he could see how much I liked being filled with him.
He extends his hand out and I take the ice pack he hands me. The cold ice does nothing to cool the flash of heat that licks my body anytime I’m near Hunter. Clearly, the sizzle between Hunter and me in Vegas was not just due to the tequila consumed. The alcohol made me brave and carefree, but it wasn’t the only reason I found myself in his bed.
I had thought I was so daring, walking up to a stranger and telling him I wanted to lick his balls. High off the thrill of being so forward, I didn’t expect Hunter’s response.
Is that before or after you’re ass up on my bed with my cum dripping down your thighs?
Each word out of his mouth was like a stroke to my clit. That’s when I realized that with Hunter, I wasn’t in charge, and I didn’t want to be.
There’s something about his presence. A confidence that doesn’t come off as arrogance. He wants what he wants and isn’t afraid to say so. That’s how it was the night we met in Vegas. It was easy. No games. Just open desire and uninhibited lust catapulting us into Hunter’s hotel suite. Maybe that’s why I let him do things that I had never done with another guy.
I pull myself out of that hotel suite and back into his office.
