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“Well, as you know, I like to run and listen to true crime podcasts.” He nods for me to continue. “And I collect vintage vases and jars. Items that I can upcycle for my future sustainable wedding décor business. It’s challenging to find large sets, but I don’t have much room to store them anyway. I have even less space now in Griffin and Emma’s apartment than I did in my and Griffin’s place in Henderson.”
“What do you do with them? Just store them in boxes?”
“I use them for DIY tutorials on YouTube.” I pull up the channel I started last year giving tips and tricks on how to make a wedding more sustainable, less wasteful, and show Hunter. “It’s fun.”
Hunter drops his gaze to the screen, his brows lifting in surprise.
“You’ve got a hundred and seven thousand subscribers?”
“Uh, yeah. And my blog, which the channel is linked to, gets around ten thousand page views a month.”
“Show me.” He hands back the phone and I pull up my blog,Sustainable Wedding Chic.
I expect him to glance at the screen, then move on, but he scrolls through the pages, then watches the videos, playing a few with the volume low.
“This is great. Why aren’t you focusing on this now? If you were doing it full-time, you could have even more of an impact.”
“I’m not ready for that yet. I want to gain more experience working in the industry and understanding the business.”
“It looks like you already do,” he says, motioning to the phone screen.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got a plan.”
He begins to hand me back the phone, not realizing it’s his.
I take it anyway, navigating to his camera before holding it up for a selfie of us. Our time together is secret, but I still want to capture it. Have something to remember this moment.
“Wait.” He leans back out of the frame, and my initial thought is that he doesn’t want to take a photo with me, but then he pulls me into his lap. “Much better,” he says, settling me between his thighs. His arms wrap around my waist and I lean back, aligning our heads. I snap a few photos of us smiling before Hunter drops his lips to my cheek.
Suddenly, the lights flicker, indicating that intermission is almost over.
I turn my attention back to the stage, however, the man next to me, tracing light, teasing circles against my back, is making it difficult to focus on the performance. I power through, though, loving the second half even more.
When the performance is over, Hunter has the car pick us up at the back entrance. In the car, Hunter’s hand finds the bare skin of my leg exposed by the slit of my dress. His long fingers curve around my thigh. His fingertips brush against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, while his thumb starts to gently caress the outside of my leg.
“What was your favorite part?” he asks.
I suppress a smile, enjoying how obvious it is that Hunter is trying to distract himself from the crackling heat between us.
“The all-male corps ballet performance was stunning,” I answer, not a hint of how affected I am by him in my voice. I inch my legs apart, letting Hunter’s fingers dip closer to my center. “What about you?” I ask, looking up at him innocently.
“Are you teasing me, Sophie?” His pinky brushes over the center of my panties and I bite down on my lip to suppress a moan.
“Isn’t that what you’re doing to me?” I lift my brows then drop my gaze again to where his hand is beneath my dress.
“No, sweetheart, I’m making sure you’re ready for me.” He growls. “The second we walk through the door, I’m going to fuck this hot little cunt and I need you to be ready.”
My core clenches at his filthy words.
His gaze holds mine as his finger edges beneath my panties.
The moment his finger dips into my slick center, I can see the hunger take over his face. The way those indigo eyes of his darken and his already chiseled jaw tightens with restraint.
“I want these off, Sophie,” he rasps, his eyes never leaving mine while he tugs against the crotch of my panties.
My gaze shifts toward the driver, then back to Hunter. A small lift of his chin gives me the courage to reach under my dress, lift my ass and yank down my underwear. Hunter leans forward to help them clear my heels, then he balls the lacy material up and puts them in his pocket.
For the rest of the ride, he plays with me. A single finger sweeping over my center, then lightly flicking my clit until I’m practically writhing against the leather seat. My orgasm agonizingly close just for him to change his rhythm and wrench it away from me.
