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“That’s not what I meant—”
He cuts me off with a finger pressed against my lips before dropping to his knees. He makes quick work of undoing the top button of my jeans. I throw my head back against the glass and stare at the wall opposite of me. This cannot be happening again. First, it was at my work, and now it’s at his.
He tugs my jeans down my thighs and presses his palm against my clit over the thin fabric of my panties, and then he looks up at me as if he’s asking for permission.
I nod, realizing I’d rather have his tongue inside me than fight with him.
He tugs my panties down my thighs so that they collect against my jeans and he wastes no time getting to work. His tongue laps against my clit and my knees weaken in an instant. The brushing of his five’o’clock shadow against my most sensitive area ignites a fire within me and all I can do to hold onto reality is to dig my fingers through his hair as he kisses my pussy intimately, passionately.
I look down at him, but all I can see is the dark hair atop his head. With a hand on each side of my hips, he digs deeper with his tongue, reveling in the way I taste in his mouth, just as I’m reveling in the way he makes my knees shake.
“Oh God...” I can't believe how amazing it feels. Men have gone down on me before, of course, but none have ever made me feel this good. He buries his tongue deep inside of my quivering pussy. “Hunter... Yes, yes, yes.”
“Come for me, Dani,” he begs, his mouth never leaving my pussy. “Come all over my face.”
Trust me, I want to. I want to so badly, and once again, I feel balanced on the edge. So damn close. My body shakes as he works me with his magical tongue.
“You taste so fucking sweet,” he growls. “So wet too.”
Hunter's words vibrate against me. My toes curl up as I press my body even harder against his face.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I immediately stiffen. Oh God, no! I want to scream.
Hunter continues doing what he’s doing, as if he hadn’t heard.
“Thomas Clarkson is here,” Trisha calls through the door.
I yank on Hunter’s hair, and even though he growls, he stops licking me and instead just rests his cheek against my thigh. “Fuck,” he breathes, obviously frustrated.
Yeah, tell me about it.
He lifts his head slowly. “I forgot about that meeting,” he says softly. Then louder, obviously talking to Trisha, he calls, “Give me a few minutes.”
“Will do,” Trisha replies.
I immediately push him away, and pull my panties and jeans up my thighs. I’m embarrassed and frustrated as I sweep my hands through my hair, trying to make myself look presentable. Hunter swipes his hand across his mouth to wipe away any moisture (from my pussy!) then takes my arms, pulling me close. “Promise me you'll come back and let me finish what I started.”
I start to protest, but he whispers again, this time more urgently. “Promise me, Dani.”
I stare at him, knowing I shouldn’t. That Trish interrupting us was a good thing. That this man holds too much power over me already and the fact my body is still pulsing with desire be damned. But instead of saying any of that, I say, “I promise, Hunter.”
His eyes light with satisfaction and he bends down to kiss me when suddenly a large man barrels into the office and jerks to a stop. Two steps behind him is a gorgeous pregnant woman, whose eyes widen when she spots me.
“Oh, um, hey. Sorry,” the man says. “We can come back…” He’s about to turn around and guide the woman out the door, but with a gentle squeeze of my shoulder, Hunter lets me go. “Thomas. Angela. Stay. I want to introduce you to Dani.”
I stare. When Chad was a teenager, his bedroom walls were covered in posters of Thomas Clarkson, pro football player. Clarkson is Chad’s childhood idol, and Hunter of all people represents him.
“Hi, I’m Dani.” I reach out my hand to greet Thomas, whose firm handshake is even stronger than I had expected, then Angela. “My brother is your biggest fan.”
They both smile warmly at me. “So nice to meet you,” Angela says.
“Yes, it certainly is,” Thomas says with a slight inflection as he glances at Hunter. “Your brother play?”
Hunter leans back against his desk. “I’m currently trying to sign him. Chad Cross.”
Thomas lifts his brows, looking impressed. “That’s amazing.” He shakes a finger at me. “That kid is going to be a star.”
