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I reach for her before she can get too far, and pin her back against the tree. “Hey, I fucking love hearing that. I didn’t expect you to share that with me, that’s all.”
Her breath hitches when I slide my thumb underneath her waistband and my lips close around her earlobe.
“What do you think, Sophie? Do you want this?”
“I—” Sophie’s hands find my chest, her fingers flexing enough to tell me she needs space. I pull back, putting distance between us and my fingers immediately yearn to touch her again.
I watch her, teeth gnawing her bottom lip, her eyes darting around, taking in the strangers passing by us. She’s going to say no and I’m going to have to walk away once and for all. Fuck. Why do I hate the thought of it? Because I’d rather be fucking her than my hand. I know there are other solutions than jerking off, other women who would be happy to oblige, but that doesn’t hold appeal either.
When she pushes off the tree and starts walking away, I’m ready to admit defeat.
But again, she surprises me.
She turns, her eyes finding mine. A secretive smile on her lips.
“Where do you live?”
CHAPTER10
Sophie
“Eat this so you don’t cramp up.” Hunter hands me a banana, then reaches in the cabinet to grab two water glasses.
“Cute.” I pull down a section of the peel while I check out his ass, already at ease with my decision to come to his condo. We’re on the same page. We want to have sex but not be burdened by the time commitments of a relationship.
“That’s also a good warm up for your jaw.” He lifts his brows, his eyes glued to where my lips surround said banana.
I withdraw and purse my lips. “I forgot to mention, oral isn’t part of the deal.”
To mess with him, I suggestively wrap my tongue around the banana’s end then take a huge bite. Hunter looks like he’s terrified of me and I kind of like it. But then his mouth twists into a sexy smirk.
“You think I don’t remember how deep you took me? How good your tongue felt on me while I fucked your sweet mouth? The way you made good on your promise to lick my balls.”
I shrug, then let my eyes fall to the crotch of his running shorts. “I’m definitely not going to lick your sweaty balls.”
A second later, and before I can react, Hunter rounds the counter and throws me over his shoulder. I can’t help the high-pitched squeal that comes out of my mouth. He tosses my half-eaten banana on the counter.
From my upside-down position, we pass through the living room; dark leather couches, coffee table, lamps and rug, stylish, modern, manly, yet all a blur. I don’t know where he’s taking me. Obviously, this is the first time I’ve been to his place. Is this the standard tour?
“You know this isn’t punishment, right?” I grab his ass, one cheek in each hand and squeeze. Hunter’s ass is round and firm. I remember the feeling of the muscles flexing under my palms while he thrust deep inside me.
“No, but this is.”
In another lightning-fast move, Hunter yanks the waistband of my shorts down and smacks his palm against my bare ass.
“What the—” Before I can get the words out, or fully register the sharp sting of his hand on my skin, Hunter’s thick finger presses inside my pussy and I nearly come right then. Oh myGod.That was unexpected and so fucking hot.
Hunter stops, withdraws his hand and sets me on my feet. I’m lightheaded from being upside down and all the blood rushing from my head when he thrust his finger inside me. I miss his finger, and if I’m honest, I was hoping he was going to smack my ass again. I hadn’t expected it, part of me thought he was kidding about wanting to leave an imprint on my ass, but now that I’ve felt that tingle of pain and how my pussy ached in response, I want him to do it again.
We’re in his bathroom now. Whether it’s because I had been upside down or the stimulation he’d given me made me see stars, it takes a moment for me to shake my dizziness.
His bathroom has concrete floors that look like they should be cold, but are warm under my feet, black tile shower, gray marble countertops with matte black sinks and faucets. Brass light fixtures hang above the vanity. It’s masculine, yet warm.
Hunter pulls me close, his hands sliding over my backside to caress the skin he previously left hot and tingling.
“Did you like that, Sophie?” he whispers in my ear. “Did you like it when I spanked you?”
I realize if I want him to do it again, I’ll have to admit that I did.
