by M. Malone
Her soft pleas only kicked my arousal into high gear as she squirmed beneath the path of my tongue. It traveled over her softly rounded belly and then lower. And lower. And…
“Oh my God. Hunter!”
I growled against the soft lips of her pussy, hard as a rock from her response. Her legs fell open shamelessly as I worked her little clit, the tiny bundle of nerves standing up like it was trying to flag down my attention. Well, never let it be said that I didn’t give the people what they wanted. I growled again, letting her hear my pleasure at her taste, and her fingers curled into the sheets next to his head.
Oh hell yes, that was exactly what I wanted to see. Watching her response and hearing her helpless little cries as she writhed beneath me made me crazy. I had to rein in my caveman desire to spread her open and fuck her immediately.
Slow down. This is Bailey. We need to take care of her. Make sure she’s satisfied.
As she shrieked and her pussy clenched against my mouth, my arguments for slowing down lost some of their power. Especially when her fingers latched onto my ears in a death grip.
“Hunter, please. Fuck me, oh, God, I need it.”
My cock stood up straight as if to say Yes, ma’am. I swept my arm around the floor wildly, praying I’d find my pants. I pulled back slightly and Bailey whimpered at the loss of contact.
“Hold on baby, I’m coming back.”
I got a condom on in record time and then I was back between her thighs. She let out a sigh of relief that sent my ego into the stratosphere. Her lashes rested against her cheeks and she looked like an angel.
“Fuck me, Hunter. What the hell is taking so long?”
I chuckled. She was an angel with a dirty mouth. Before she could berate me anymore, I lifted one of her legs, curled it around my waist, and notched my cock right against her pussy. She mewled at the contact, moving and wiggling like she was trying to force me inside.
“You ready, baby girl?”
Go slow. Go slow. Go slow. I was trying. I really was. But with Bay, it was next to impossible. I knew I was big. I just prayed the two orgasms she’d already had would ease the way. Her frantic nod paused when I bucked my hips and thrust balls deep in one stroke.
So much for going slow.
“Oh fuck.” Bailey’s hands left the sheets and clamped on my ass cheeks, holding me against her. She shuddered and looked up at me with the most arresting fuck me expression.
“You’re so big.” She hissed in a deep breath.
I held myself still. She felt like a slippery, silken glove around my dick and I prayed I could go slow. “Breathe, Bay. Nice and easy. Are you okay?”
“Yes, that’s what I need.”
I growled at her words and snapped my hips again, pulling out almost all the way and then burying myself completely in the soft, wet, willing pussy that was begging for me almost as blatantly as her owner.
God. Damn.
I set up a fierce rhythm, fucking her so deep and hard that her headboard slammed against the wall. Mrs. Potts and all the rest of her neighbors could probably hear it, but I didn’t fucking care.
On the next retreat, I pulled out, glancing down at where our bodies were joined. Her lips were so sweet, pink, perfect. One day, I was going to sink into her bare. One day, I was going to come inside her. My cock twitched at the thought.
But today was not that day. Instead, with my fingers, I spread apart her lips, opening her up for me. I notched my dick directly over her clit and proceeded to slide.
Bailey bucked, nearly unseating me, and I couldn’t help the smirk. When she started to shake, I slid my free hand to her ass, cupping it and holding her in place as I conducted my slow torture. I squeezed her ass gently, and her eyes rolled back into her skull.
“You like this, Bailey girl?”
“Hunter, oh, God, please—”
I shifted my grip and my finger grazed her sensitive pucker. My eyes flashed to hers even as her hips bucked, and I grinned.
“Hunter?” Her question was soft.
“Not tonight, Bay, but one day, I’m going to have all of you. Would you like that?” I wasn’t sure if it was the way my dick slid over her clit, the way my finger gently penetrated her ass, or my dirty promise, but she came hard, her body clamping around my exploring finger.
Wasting no time, I adjusted my position and sank into her again with one smooth stroke. Holy. Fucking. Shit. She was tight. Too tight. And she was gripping my dick like her pussy meant to strangle the life out of it.
Then Bailey was flying again. Or maybe that was one long orgasm. Her nails dug into my shoulders as she chanted my name over and over again.
“Hunter. Hunter. Hunter.”
The edges of my vision grayed out and all I saw were stars as I came.
10
Bailey
My ass was cold. I frowned as I reached to pull up the covers. One problem. Okay, two problems. First, the sheets were mostly twisted around my ankles and the comforter only covered my top half, exposing my ass and the backs of my legs to the cool morning air.
Second, when I reached for the covers, every muscle I had ached. Why was I sore like I’d run a marathon? I wasn’t the marathon type. If it was anything more strenuous than yoga, I wasn't really down for it. My pussy ached in that delicious too-stretched way.
And then it all came back to me. Hunter.
The two of us in the hallway. Hunter leaning over and kissing me as he slid his hands into my leggings, finding me wet and ready. The orgasm he’d given me as he rocked against me right outside my front door. Never mind bothering to get inside or anything. Nope. Who needed privacy for orgasms?
Once he kissed me, it had been over. I’d had an orgasm in my hallway where anyone could see.
Awesome. Now I’d be that girl. The one who got off in the hallway.
I groaned as I rolled over, automatically seeking Hunter’s warmth. My whole body flushed as I remembered the crack of his palm on my ass. His finger back…there. I’d never done anything like that and it surprised me that I liked it.
The rumors about Hunter were true. He was freaking enormous. But he’d been gentle with me—and rough with me, all at the same time.
I was pretty sure I would have a few love bites and my nipples and my inner thigh muscles were on fire. I could use the time this morning to take a soak. But that would mean leaving Hunter in bed, and I vaguely recalled his offer of morning sex in the shower. You are a glutton for punishment. That I was. Just the idea of his hands on me again made me tingle.
When I rolled over to meet the heat, it wasn't there. I didn't dare crack open an eyelid, but I could feel the warm streaks of sunlight already threatening to break through my lids. I patted around on Hunter’s side of the bed. Empty.
I eyes snapped open. "Hunter?" Had he climbed into the shower without me? That was hardly fair. Wrapping my comforter around me, I wiggled out of bed, groaning as my clit throbbed and my legs shook. Jesus. What that man could do to me. Some of the things we’d done—some of the places he'd put his tongue—made me flush. But I’d enjoyed every damn second of it.
"Hunter? Where are you?"
I checked the kitchen and living room, and then headed for the shower. Had he forgotten we were supposed to shower together? When I padded into the bathroom, there was no sign of him, and no sign of his clothes, either. He wasn’t here.
Even in the face of the evidence, I refused to believe it. No. There was no way he had left me after what we’d done.
Especially not after planning a date like that. That was the guy I knew. The Hunter I loved wouldn’t do things like that.
Whoa, easy there. Love?
No. It wasn’t like that. I loved him like a best friend would.
Sure, keep telling yourself that. The guy I knew would never fuck and dash.
Except, where was he?
Had he seriously been playing the long game? I knew the guys in the office talked about how I’d shot down pretty much anyone who dared ask me out.
; Had Hunter stepped up to the challenge? Of course he had. And now that he’d spoken to me in all the dirtiest ways possible, he was done.
Oh, God.
I sank to the floor with the comforter wrapped around me and leaned my head against the wall to the bathroom. What had I done?
You let that man put his tongue in your— No. I wasn’t going to think about it.
But even as I was busy trying not to think about all the places Hunter's tongue had been, and all the ways he’d fucked me, my body heated. And before I knew it, I was wet. Dammit.
Fuck him. I was the goddamn prize. He really thought I was going to be another notch on his bedpost? Did he expect me to run? To avoid him? Well, I wasn't going to do that.
What I was going to do was get in the shower, wash my hair, look totally fucking smoking hot, and then have ice cream for breakfast. Because that's what you did when your best friend turned out to be a total asshole.
Once I was out of the shower and had styled my hair into soft, beachy curls, I took time applying my makeup.
In addition to the usual tinted moisturizer and bronzer, I put on lipstick, and even mascara. When he saw me, he was going to eat his heart out. Even better, I wore red: A flirty skirt, paired with a blazer and a silky white camisole. My staggeringly high Jimmy Choos completed the look. I loved those shoes. I’d won them at a radio station’s Pick-a-Pair party.
While I stood in my kitchen, eating cookies and cream straight from the carton for breakfast, I tapped my foot and struck a power pose. I was a strong woman. And I wasn't going to let this setback topple me.
If Hunter Richards thought I was going to let him near any of this again, he had better think again.
Hunter
By the time lunch rolled around, I was ready to rip someone's head off.
First, I was starving. Second, I hadn’t heard from Bailey all damn day. When I’d gotten the five a.m. urgent call, I’d had a massive urge to throw middle fingers to the air and ignore it. I was finally with Bailey, and nothing could compare to that.
But it was never a good idea to tell the senior vice president to go fuck himself. It turned out that the senior vice president, Stephen, had a dog. And that dog, Daisy, had inhaled our entire Wendell RFP flash drive as part of her breakfast.
And given that we had to present to Wendell at two pm today, we didn’t have time for Daisy to release that piece of goodness. Why in the world did Stephen insist on doing things old school? It was like when it came to his technological development, he’d stopped at flash drives. He refused to store anything on cloud storage for fear that someone was going to hack us.
Seriously, who was that daft? Everything we had done was on that one fucking flash drive. Now, we’d all have to piece together what we thought we had. So here we all were, the entire goddamn team, trying to piece together our pitch before everything had to go to the printer at noon. It made for one hell of a rough day.
It was a far cry from how I’d planned to wake up, with my mouth firmly planted on Bailey's pussy, drawing a sheet-clawing orgasm out of her with my tongue, fingers, and eventually, my cock.
Oh, the plans I’d had.
Turned out Bailey slept completely spread out, limbs thrown everywhere, which would have proven useful for my plans. I could've kissed down her stomach, nudged her thighs open wider, licked her softly to wake her up. The best way possible.
Of course, that would have been quickly followed with an amazing shower fuck. Maybe I would have had the opportunity to play with her ass again. After seeing her reaction last night, I was quickly becoming obsessed with fucking her in all ways.
But no. Five a.m., my stupid phone rang, and now it was nearly one. I sent another text to Bailey.
Me: Did I break you last night? Your fingers don't work anymore because of the way I had you clawing at the sheets? Let’s get lunch and I can kiss them all better…or other things.
I hit send and waited, but nothing came back, and I was starving. A sliver of unease slid over my skin. I’d been checking my phone like a teenage girl waiting for her prom date. Where was she?
My first stop was Bailey's desk. I wanted to play it cool because I didn't want anyone in the office to know about us. That was more for her than me, though, because I would've gladly shouted it from the rooftops. Listen up fuckers, she's mine.
But Bailey was an intern, so I understood she might not want her business out there for everyone to judge and gossip about.
"Hey, beautiful," I whispered. She didn’t look up.
I stood there for a good few seconds before I tapped her on the shoulder. "Hey, what's up?" Her head snapped up and she dragged ear buds out of her ears.
"Oh. It's you."
I frowned. Something was wrong. I could see it in the tension around her lips. “You okay? Did something happen?"
She shook her head. "Is there something you need?"
Oh, yeah, I need something all right.
A smirk tugged at my lips. "Well, now that you’re asking..." But when she jerked away from my touch, I could see that she clearly wasn't in the mood for jokes. "Come on, something's wrong. Talk to me."
She turned in her seat to face me, and then stood to full height. “Listen, I know you think you're being cute right now but I'm not in the mood. So just let me know what the hell it is you need."
My brows snapped down. "What's going on?" I glanced around to make sure that no one could overhear us. I was lucky that most folks were out to lunch.
Putting my hands on her shoulders, I gave her a gentle push into her seat as I knelt in front of her. "Did I do something? Because last I remember, you were coming around my dick. And when I saw you this morning, you looked happy. Peaceful even. So what's changed?"
Her mouth fell open. "What's changed?" She gave me an exasperated shake of her head. "You know what? This was a huge mistake. I can't believe I let you talk me into this."
The slice of pain cut deeper than I thought it would. “Mistake? Is that why you haven't returned any of my texts today?"
A feeling of dread looped around my neck and started to squeeze. Had I been too rough when I’d spanked her? She'd seemed to like it, but had I read that wrong? And the hickeys. They were probably really showing on her skin now. And that other stuff: the dirty talk, my finger in her ass. I’d pushed her too hard. And I was big, I knew it. She might be sore today.
You’re an idiot.
"Did I hurt you last night?" I swallowed hard, unable to get the words out. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn't mean to. I just need you to talk to me. Tell me—”
"No, dumbass. You hurt me this morning. I mean, I should've known that you were only interested in me for—" she halted and frowned. "What texts?"
I stared at her. "I couldn't find anything to leave a note on. And I didn't want to wake you because, let's face it; I kept you up half the night. So I sent you a text with where I was going, told you I’d see you for lunch. You didn't reply."
Her scowl started to loosen, but her gaze was still narrowed, as if she wasn't sure if she should believe me. "I didn't get a text."
"Check your phone. I sent it to you this morning at 5:15 when I was still in your bed."
"5:15? Where the hell were you going that early?"
I threw my hands up. "I was coming here. Check your phone."
She pulled her purse out of the drawer and then dragged out her phone. She didn't even look at it when she held it up to me. “See, no text alerts."
I worked hard to keep my smile in check. "Bay, is your phone on?"
"What? Don't be ridiculous." When she snapped the phone back around and hit the home button, nothing happened. And then she flushed. "Oh, God. After our date, I… didn't take it out of my purse. Because I didn't touch my purse again until this morning to transfer everything to my bag for work."
"And let me guess, you didn't think to charge it?" I pinned her with a direct look.
"No. I was a little preoccupied this morning. I thought you'd abandoned me."
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br /> I took her hands. "Bay, why would I do that? That was single-handedly the most intense—" I slid my glance around again, "night of my life. I would never just walk out on you. I wouldn't hurt you like that."
She flushed a deep red. "I know. I—I'm sorry. God, I just woke up and you were gone, and I assumed that you just walked out."
"You think I could walk away from you after last night? You pretty much own my dick. Where you go, he goes. You two are like a package deal now."
She covered her face with her hands. "I'm sorry, Hunter. I feel like a total idiot."
Relief flooded my veins and I brought her hands back down into her lap as I held them. "Hey, I'm just glad you're not kicking me to the curb. Once we get this Wendell thing over with, I'd like a morning after redo if you don't mind."
A smile tickled her lips. "I feel like that might be arranged."
My gaze followed as she flicked out her pink tongue to moisten them. "Good."
Memories of what we didn't get to finish this morning assailed me. "But before I can give you a better morning after, I think we need to make up. Come on."
She followed but asked, "Where are you taking me?"
“Somewhere I can show you how awesome it is to make up." I needed her now. Needed to chase away the panic I’d been feeling a minute ago. I needed to sink deep inside Bailey so that I could remind her, and myself, that we belonged together.
And I knew just the place.
11
Bailey
I moved my legs double time, trying to keep up with Hunter’s pace.
“Slow down,” I hissed, hoping like hell that no one would come down the hallway and see him dragging me like a madman.
He took an abrupt left and we stumbled through the doorway into the supply closet. The sharp tang of some kind of cleaning fluid assaulted my nose. Before I could say anything about it, Hunter’s lips covered mine. Immediately, all rational thought flew from my brain, and all I could do was feel. I tangled my fingers in his hair and massaged the thick strands as I sucked on his tongue.
