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What is he doing to me? I wonder, dazedly. Why do I find that idea so appealing? Why do I pray that he makes that fantasy come true?
“Maybe we take a risk and keep the door unlocked. Who knows who might walk in and see you on your knees, ass up, sucking me dry.”
My mind is growing blank. All I can think and feel is Hunter Middleton. All I want is him in Paris... and after Paris.
He removes his fingers from my mouth, and I lie there, my cheek resting against the bed, feeling hollow. I dimly hear something tear, and then I feel his fingers slide easily out of my pussy, only to be replaced by something harder, something bigger, something hot.
I howl as he thrusts halfway inside me. He doesn’t let me get used to his size, but it doesn’t hurt much since I’m so wet. I tryto hold on to the headboard, but he grabs both my hands, pulling them behind my back as he uses them to control his pace.
“Hunter!” I beg with a sob, his name the only thing I know for sure.
I feel so full right now as he pushes himself in and out of me, scraping against my inner walls, using my pussy as he pleases like it’s just another hole to him. The dirty thought of how he’s using me makes my pussy tightly contract, and I scream when I come.
“I knew you could come again,” he snarls, increasing his pace.
I sob and try to twist away from him and closer to him, lost, wanting more. I hear him groan when he comes, and I mewl his name out with a hoarse sound, coming once again.
My body is limp when I collapse on the bed. I feel so deliciously used, the after-effects of the orgasm running through me. He lays next to me, a little out of breath as well, but he’s smirking when I look at him.
“I hope you’re not planning on sleeping.” He runs his hand along my spine before spanking my ass lightly. “I’m not done yet.”
My eyes widen.
It’s the sun hitting my eyes, which makes me stir. I groan and huddle into the sheets, my whole body aching. I’ve just pulled the blankets over my head when I hear the sound of the door opening.
“We have to be at the hangar in six hours, Megan,” comes a familiar voice, and I feel the person sitting down next to me.“We still have some things left to see on your itinerary before we leave.”
“I’m so tired,” I moan. “You’re a monster.”
I hear a chuckle. “Get up.”
“I don’t want to.” I burrow myself into the blankets.
There’s a long silence, and then the voice has a suggestive tone to it. “I can always join you.”
“No!” I sit up straight, my sore vagina horrified by the very idea and coming face-to-face with my boss.
“If you touch me again, Mr. Middleton-“
“Hunter,” he corrects, his eyes laughing at me. “We’restillnot at work.”
I take a deep breath. “If you touch me, Hunter, I will throw the first thing I can find at you. Everything hurts!”
Of course, I’m messing with him because my body isn’t in terrible pain but rather is suffering from an all-over delicious ache. However, my response elicits a look of concern on his face.
“Was I too rough? Should I take you to a doctor?”
“No,” I lean forward, resting my head on his shoulder and closing my eyes. “I need painkillers, coffee, and a massage– not a doctor.”
His quiet laughter vibrates through his body. “Well, if that’s all, that can be easily arranged, but you have to get out of bed first. Go take a shower. You’ll feel a little better.”
Complaining under my breath, I climb out of bed, not caring about my nakedness. After all the positions this man put me in last night, letting him see me naked is not a problem anymore. The modesty ship has sailed. He’s seen more of me than my gynecologist.
I’m about to enter the bathroom when I hear him say, his voice thoughtful, “I don’t know why I thought that you would be a little shy this morning or that you might want to avoid me.”
I look over my shoulder at him. “What happened last night was my choice, and I started it. Wrong or right, I know how to take responsibility for my own actions. I don’t blame you. I was drunk, but not that drunk.”
He stares hungrily at my bare ass, and I walk into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.
