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“Oh God, Hunter…” I could feel my own orgasm inching toward release with each thrust.
“Come on me, Grace,” he growled, and his hand moved from my hip, around my belly, and to my center. He pressed against my clit, and a hot white light blasted through me.
“Oh yes…I’m coming…” My orgasm flooded my body like a tsunami. My entire body contracted and then shuddered as pleasure radiated to every fiber of my being.
“Yes…Grace…God, I fucking love it when you come on my cock.” He gripped my hips with both hands and let go, his body slamming into mine, until finally, he plunged in and held, grinding against me as his powerful release overtook him. He did it again and again, until he finally, withdrew and sat back on his heels. “Jesus,” he panted.
I turned around and looked at him, sated, exhausted, and so real. There was no mask of indifference or anger on his handsome face. It was just Hunter, raw and bare. I pulled him close, wanting to experience the real him.
He wrapped his arms around me and maneuvered me until we were laying in the bed. “I came so hard. May be out for the count the rest of the night,” he said.
I kissed his chin. “Don’t sell yourself short, Hunter. I know you. You’ll be locked and loaded in no time.”
He laughed. “With you? You’re probably right.” He gave me a quick kiss. When he pulled back, his eyes were less flirty and more serious. “Stay here with me tonight, Grace.”
My initial reaction was to say no. I was under investigation for sleeping with my client. I shouldn’t even be at his place now, much less in bed with him. If Mr. Brown or the person who reported me was following me, I could lose my license to practice.
But being in Hunter’s arms was like a dream come true. All my teenage fantasies about true love flared to life. While that was dangerous, it was also sweet and something I wanted to experience. I’d lived my life on the straight and narrow. I’d sacrificed fun and romance to reach my goals. If I was my own therapist, I’d ask myself if my goals were all there was to me. If that was all I wanted. My answer would be no. I also wanted love and passion. I wanted Hunter.
“Yes,” I said.
Relief spread on his face. “Yes? I was afraid you were going to talk yourself out of this.”
I shook my head. “I’ve made my bed, so to speak.”
He grinned. “It looks pretty disheveled to me.”
I snuggled up to him, loving the sound of his heartbeat as I rested my head on his chest. “We need to be careful, though. I don’t know who reported me or where they saw us.” I lifted my head to look into his face. “Do you have any idea who might have reported me?”
His eyes narrowed and darkened. “No, but when I find out, they’re going to regret messing with my love life.”
Love?
“One thing Ravens don’t tolerate is other people getting in our business.”
I was curious what he’d do to the person. I could see that Hunter was capable of violence. He was in the military, which meant he was trained in it. But even with all the volatility he’d shown, I’d never seen a sign of violence. So maybe he’d just ruin them financially. Or take them to court for slander or liable. The only problem with that was that I did have sex with him while he was a client that first time. Of course, maybe it wouldn’t matter. He had the money to keep someone in court, spending all their money on legal fees. In that case, he could bankrupt them even if they were right.
“Well, since we don’t know where we were seen and who reported it, we’ll need to be discreet,” I said. “No more going out in public together.” I wondered if there was someone in the yoga class that had seen us and knew I’d been his therapist. Or maybe it was someone in the veteran group, since I’d made the referral for him.
“Whatever you say, Doc.”
“Is there someone in your group that might have said something?” I asked him.
He shook his head. “I can’t imagine why. I haven’t said anything about you in it, and even so, I don’t think they would. They appreciate my helping Jacob, and … I think they’re a little afraid of me. Of my stature and money, at least.”
“Hmm.” I rested on his chest again and drew lazy circles on it with my finger. “Not being seen also means no sex in your office or in the backroom of a club.” Maybe the person who told on us was the man he’d kicked out of the room the night he’d taken my virginity. I discounted that idea. It seemed impossible that someone working for the Ravens would be bold and brave enough to do something like that.
