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"Hunter, I don't know if I have time.”
I cut her off gently, run my thumb over her knuckles. "Make time. You need this, Em. Let me take care of you."
She hesitates for a moment longer, then nods, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. It’s cute as hell. "Okay. You're right. I need this." She pulls out her phone, her fingers hovering over the screen. "What should I tell Maggie?"
"Tell her you're getting treatment for all your stress."
She frowns. It’s cute as hell. “She’ll know what that means.”
I hold out my hand. “Fine. Give me your phone. If you need someone to tell a creative lie to your boss so that you can take an extra hour of lunch and get the stress fucked out of you, I’m your man.”
A gasp, then she holds out her phone.
“I’m trusting you to be discrete with my boss, Hunter.”
I take the phone. Maggie’s the type who won’t hesitate to punch a rotten cop in the face to protect a friend; she doesn’t need to have the truth sugarcoated.
My fingers dance across the screen.
Taking a long lunch to work my stress out with Hunter and have a few orgasms to clear my head.
Then I delete the last part and hit send.
Her reply comes almost instantly. Enjoy the sex. He’s handsome.
Grinning and feeling my chest fill with a little pride, I show her the phone. “See?”
She gasps. "Oh my god, Hunter. I can't believe you sent that."
I chuckle, enjoying her flustered reaction. "Hey, at least now we have her blessing. So what do you say we get out of here?"
Chapter Forty-Three
Emily
We don’t make it to Hunter’s house. Not even close. The moment we leave the parking lot of the diner, it’s like a switch flips inside of me and my body realizes that it has something else to focus on other than stress and the impending atomic-bomb-level sickness of sitting down to a drink with Jay, and that something else to focus on also is the man that I love who does things to my body that makes me feel like I’m floating among the clouds.
So I kiss his ear as soon as he starts the truck.
When we leave the parking lot, I’m nibbling his earlobe and whispering to him about how badly I want to suck his cock.
When we turn left at the intersection just outside the parking lot, my hand settles on his crotch and, to my delight, I feel he’s already rock hard.
When we reach the next stoplight, I'm unzipping his jeans, my fingers eagerly seeking what lies beneath. Hunter groans, his knuckles white on the steering wheel as he struggles to focus on the road while we drive through the intersection. He says something — a warning, maybe — but I'm already lowering my head, taking him into my mouth. The truck swerves slightly, and Ethan curses under his breath. I feel powerful, dangerous, completely out of control.
“Oh fuck, Emily,” he breathes. “I just love what your mouth does to my cock.”
There’s more he wants to say, but I take him deeper in my throat and tease his balls with my fingertips, which turns his words into nothing more than a moan.
We reach another intersection, and I’m lost in my work — fuck off, anxiety — and roll to a stop. Hunter’s hands knot in my hair, guiding my head as I bob up and down on his cock.
The light turns green, but neither of us notices for a long while. A honk from behind startles Hunter into action as he puts his foot on the gas and guides us through the intersection. The car behind us speeds around us, honking the entire time.
We barely make it another block before Hunter yanks the wheel, pulling into an empty parking lot behind a closed convenience store. The moment he cuts the engine, he's on me, his hands pulling me away from his cock — the fucking nerve — and then his mouth crashes against mine as he pulls me into his lap.
This is who I am now. I’m the girl who punches cops, carries a gun, and fucks her biker boyfriend in public… and I like it, the thought briefly flits through my mind as I lock lips with Hunter and tease his cock with my free hand, stroking his hard shaft and imagining just what angle I want to take when I mount him. His cock pulses in my tight grip and I grin. Yes, I like it a lot.
"Fuck, I need you," he growls, his voice husky with desire.
