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“But there is,” he said.
His voice had dropped low, almost to a grumble and he turned toward me. He was dropping a bill on top of the signed credit card receipt. I could see from where I was that it was a hundred. No, scratch that.
Multiplehundreds.
“What do you mean?” I asked, backing up a step so that my back was pressed against the wall behind the bar. We were completely out of eyesight of Lena, and there was an element of danger to the moment. An expectant element of danger.
Something was going to explode.
“There is so much more to you than you even know,” he said. “And I want to learn it all.”
“Well, maybe you can,” I said, leaning in. Our mouths were so close now I could feel his breath on my lips. He was closing the space between us rapidly, and I felt lightheaded.
“I will,” he said.
Our lips touched, briefly and softly at first, and then more insistent. He pressed me into the wall, his lips parting and his tongue sliding into my mouth. I shuddered with desire as his arms went around me, sliding over my ass to clasp it to him. Again, I could feel his thickness pressing into me, and I groaned in the kiss.
One hand slid down my leg and pulled it so it wrapped around him. Then the other did the same thing on the other side. Suddenly, I was pinned against the wall, his strong arms holding me aloft like it was nothing, as my legs crossed over his ass. He thrust at me, and the outline of his cock in his silky suit-pants pushed against my core and I felt like I was going to descend into a puddle right there.
Gasping for breath between kisses, I reached down between us and rubbed my hand over the front of his pants. As I did, one of his hands freed itself from my ass and ran up my now loose tank top. His fingers slid across slick skin and then under my bra, pressing it up until the fingertips just brushed my nipple. I almost cried out.
“Jules?”
“Fuck,” I muttered as I dropped my legs to the ground and pushed him away. He stepped back, a grin on his face as I quickly adjusted my bra and shirt.
My mother rounded the corner just a moment later and stopped when she saw us together. Her eyes bounced from one to the other, seeming to size up the situation, then made a determination that I was probably not nearly hot enough to land someone like Hunter, even drunk, and settled on me.
“Jules, I was calling for you.”
“Sorry,” I said.
“It’s fine,” she said, then looked at Hunter. “I’m afraid that’s closing time for us, then.”
“Of course,” he said. “Goodnight. Goodnight, Julia.”
My stomach tightened at the sound of my name on his lips and I muttered a goodbye myself as I watched him walk away.
Monday was going to be really, really interesting.
ChapterSixteen
Hunter
Ilooked at my watch and tapped my fingers on the table. She was late. That was highly unlike her.
For two weeks now, we had been meeting for a morning coffee, sitting in the back of the coffee shop down the street from the offices and enjoying a few minutes alone before we had to pretend that nothing was going on. It was getting harder and harder. Especially when she wore purple.
The subtlety we had been going for had seemed to work so far. No one in the office acted like they suspected anything, and since I could see all the communications on the network computers, I hadn’t noticed anything pop up with our names together. I was beginning to get paranoid, not so much because of any trouble that might arise, but because I didn’t want this part of our relationship to come to an early end.
I was having fun.
We saw each other for eight to twelve hours, five days a week, but there was something so exciting about the half hour or so we got together before work. The rushed, passionate kisses that we exchanged before we walked in the doors. The way our hands roamed over each other’s bodies so quick, so tantalizingly passionate as we hid away near the bathroom or snuck behind a tree on the way to the office.
Eventually, something was going to give. I knew that. I just didn’t want to think about it.
But our ritual of morning coffee was set in stone for me. Even when things eventually boiled over and something had to be done, I wanted to keep this ritual. I was a man of repetition, a man of consistency. I liked having these moments.
She rushed in a few moments after I got to the halfway point of my coffee. Hers was sitting across from me, beginning to cool while customers gave me the stink eye for taking up a seat alone. When she saw me, her face lit up and I felt mine do the same. I stood to greet her, but we never knew who was in the building. Who might see. So, I settled for the handshake and cheek kiss of the European style, something innocuous enough that I could explain it away, but intimate enough that I got to touch her, to press my lips against her skin, however briefly.
