“You know, we still don’t know that you took care of yourself properly,” he whispers into my pink and tingling skin.
“Maybe I’ll have to show you sometime,” I whisper out teasingly.
I gasp as I feel him suddenly pull me and spin me around. His face is right at the front of my skirt as he stands four steps below me looking up at me with a glint in his eye. “Now,” He growls, his eyes flashing. “You’re going to show me now.”
And I know there’s no arguing even if I wanted to.
I bite my lip between my teeth, feeling the blood pounding in my ears as I slowly reach down and start to pull up my skirt for him. His eyes flash fire as he watches me, as he watches the garment pull slowly up my legs, and up over the tops of my stockings. I can feel my breath flutter as I pull the skirt up over my panties, shivering as I feel his gaze burn there between my legs. He leans forward, and I close my eyes as I feel his breath hot against me there.
“Madison?”
I gasp and jerk my skirt back down at the sound of Emma’s voice from somewhere down the hallway at the top of the stairs. Hunter swears under his breath as I whirl away from him, feeling the heat blooming hot across my face as I smooth down my skirt.
I run the rest of the way up the stairs and round the corner right into Emma.
“Oh!” She stays, startled, before looking at me with a puzzled look, and I know she can see the hot flush across my face.
“Um, is everything okay?”
“Fine!” I say much too loudly and far too cheerily to be remotely normal sounding. I clear my throat as I cringe inside, hearing Hunter come up the stairs behind me.
She frowns through her glasses, her eyes darting to Hunter behind me, and I can feel my stomach dropping; she doesn’t know, you’re being paranoid. She can’t read minds.
“Oh, well, we need to go over your scheduling for the next week.” She peers at me, “Are you sure you’re okay? You’re awfully flushed,” she says with genuine concern in her voice.
Poor innocent Emma, I think guiltily.
“I noticed the same thing,” Hunter’s voice cuts in from behind me. “Didn’t manage to put my finger on it though.”
Oh my God, he’s insane. I swear my face gets even redder as I imagine disappearing into a hole in the ground, but Emma doesn’t seem to even bat an eye.
“Oh, well, if you’re feeling down or anything, just be sure to let me know and I’ll have Doctor Richards take a look at you.” She smiles sincerely as she holds up my scheduling folder “Well, shall we?” She turns and starts to head back towards my rooms.
I turn back to Hunter, standing there at the top of the stairs. “Guess we’ll take a rain check,” he says with a little smirk on his face.
“Dream on,” I whisper sweetly as I blow him an exaggerated kiss and follow Emma down the hall.
And I have to say, leaving him in the lurch for once has me grinning from ear to ear.
Emma and I get about twenty seconds into looking over my schedule when my new private cellphone buzzes in my pocket. I glance at it and grin at the message across the screen.
Be sure to schedule that rain check, princess.
I quickly open the phone and type up a quick response.
Looks pretty tight, not sure if I can fit it in.
The message back has me rolling my eyes and blushing.
I have it on good authority that it CAN fit, despite the tightness.
I ignore the phone after that, instead turning and finishing my scheduling stuff with Emma while a million dirty, wicked thoughts involving Hunter tingle through my head. When we’re done, and I’m safely alone, I pick the phone back up and find myself grinning and blushing at the message waiting for me.
I’m going to assume by your silence that you’re letting your own fingers do what I was 10 seconds away from doing.
Wouldn’t you like to know, I fire back.
Your phone has a camera.
I pause, feeling that same tingling thrill from the stairs starting to creep through me as I finger the phone in my hand. There’s teasing, and there’s flirting with danger and being naughty, because doing this with him feels so damn good. But this is getting more serious, and more real, and I don’t know how much longer I can pretend we’re just teasing before I give in completely.
Because I don’t think I’ll be able to deflect or say no the next time.
In fact, I hope I don’t.
I grin as I walk over to the door to my room and lock it before looking back at the phone in my hands.
This is a bad idea.
And yet as my skirt hits the floor with the phone in my hand, “bad” has never felt so good.
CHAPTER NINTEEN
I’m on the prowl.
The next day, it feels like I’m roaming and prowling around like a wild fucking animal all day. Maddie’s tied up in meeting with some charity organizations her mom wanted her to get in with, and I feel like I’m fucking pacing like a caged beast outside the door to the conference rooms.
Because all I can think about is the previous night, and the hot, totally forbidden, and quite possibly treasonous pictures in my pocket on my phone.
As it stands, I call in so many bathroom breaks so that I can leave my post and sneak off to look at that picture that I get buzz from base asking if I’m feeling okay. It’s driving me nuts, like having an itch I can’t scratch, or an addiction I just can’t quench.
She pokes her head out of the door a few times between meetings and winks at me, and it’s just enough to keep me almost embarrassingly hard all fucking day.
Finally, the last of her charity meetings finishes, and the door opens as she walks the last group out, smiling and shaking hands in a very proper, presidential way as they thank her and wish her a good afternoon.
I grin when our eyes lock as she’s shaking the last person’s hand at the door, because I know full well how improper this girl can get. I know that underneath that prim and proper exterior with the manicured expressions and the textbook charm lies a downright naughty girl. And I know exactly what’s under that formal little skirt suit she’s wearing.
Hell, I’ve got a fucking picture of it in my Goddamn pocket.
She smirks at me, in a way that’s trying to convey aloofness, like she’s amused by our exchange yesterday. But I see right through that bullshit. I can see from the pink glow in her cheeks the she’s been thinking of it just as much as I have this whole afternoon through all of her meetings.
The thought of Madison soaking through her panties while sitting through her boring meetings all day has me gritting my teeth as I start to move towards her. She turns and shuts the door behind her before she casually strolls down the hallway back towards her own quarters in the Lincoln bedroom.
She flashes a grin at me over her shoulders, those green eyes sparkling mischievously. “Sleep well?” She says innocently.
“Not so much, no.”
She giggles, “Aww, too bad.”
We stop outside the door to her quarters and she turns to me with this wicked grin on her face. “Bet you didn’t think I’d do it again, did you?”
“I was pleasantly surprised,” I say, arching a brow at her.
“Just surprised?” And then she bites her fucking lip again, and I feel the beast inside me roar. Just for a second, she’s got the same defiantly cool and yet quietly nervous look in her eyes that she did in the picture from that first night, and it’s like a switch as I instantly get hard.
Instantly, I want her. I want her like a man lost in the desert wants water, and this time, a fucking picture isn’t going to satiate me.
This time, I want her.
She gasps as I suddenly move against her, my hands flat against door on either side of her as I lean in. Her eyes flash at me, and I feel the heat from her skin so close to mine, the intoxicating smell of her filling my senses.
“More than surprised,” I growl, my eyes boring right into hers. “Shocked; scandalized even.”
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bsp; Her eyes flash again in that heated, hungry way. “Anything else?”
In the flash of a moment, I’m kissing her, hard. She moans into my mouth as I take her lips with my own; devouring her, claiming her mouth. I grab her hand in mine while I kiss her and pull it down to press it against the rock-hard bulge in my pants.
“You tell me,” I growl, pulling back with a final suck of her bottom lip between mine. “Would you call that more than just surprised?”
She exhales quickly, and then suddenly she’s kissing me again. Her mouth is hungry, and her tongue urgent as she slips it against my own and moans into my lips. I feel her fingers begin to stroke the length of me through my pants. I growl and press her fully to the door behind her, grinding against her and letting my other hand slide to her waist, gripping her tightly.
She’s fumbling at the doorknob then, and suddenly we’re tumbling back into her room, gasping as we fall away from each other.
“Lock the door,” she breathes out, her face red and her eyes wild as she searches mine.
I do, viciously, before whirling back to her with all the need, the pent up desire, and the wicked hunger for her roaring in my veins as I stalk towards her. She actually gasps at the ferocity as I move against her, growling as I kiss her fiercely and push her back through the living room, half carrying her into the Lincoln bedroom.
Her bedroom.
My hand snakes up into her hair, and I’m pulling at the conservative fucking bun she’s twisted it up into, letting her dark brown waves cascade wildly around her face and tumble over her shoulders. She moans as my hands slide down over that proper fucking skirt and grip her tight ass with both my hands, letting my fingers grip her hard enough to let her know exactly what I want.
“Wait, wait—” she gasps, suddenly pulling away from me and panting as her eyes dance over mine. “No touching.”
I can feel my eyes blaze as I frown. “What?”
She swallows as she takes another half step away from me, her hands still resting on my chest as she shakes her head. “No touching.”
I suppress the animal growl in my throat. “What's the fun in that?”
Madison bites her lip as she looks at me, her cheeks reddening. “It’s a step too far, Hunter,” she says quietly. “Our parents…” She trails off and looks at me, almost apologetically. “I just can’t.”
I clench my jaw, but I find myself nodding. “Fine, no touching.” She starts to let out a breath that I can tell she’s been holding in when I grin and hold a finger up. “But.”
“But?”
“But,” I grin, moving so close to her that we’re just barely not touching. My lips graze across her ear, making her gasp. “But you better do every fucking thing I tell you to do.”
I can feel her tremble against me, can feel her breath coming quick again my neck as she slowly starts to nod. “What do you want me to do?”
I grin, feeling my cock lurch inside the confines of my suit. “Take off that fucking dress,” I growl into her ear, before I slowly move back to look her full in the face.
She blushes. “Bossy?”
I suddenly grab her and yank her against me, feeling myself growl as I kiss her hard and fiercely, feeling her melt against me. Slowly, we come apart, and she brings a hand up to her mouth.
“Uh-uh,” she breathes, her finger trailing over her lips. “I thought we said no touching.”
“Then you better take that fucking dress off before I tear it off of you.”
She’s biting her lip as she looks at me, her face full of all the same hunger and desire rearing up inside me. Slowly, she starts to pull her skirt up, higher and higher, until the tops of those fucking thigh-high stockings, that might very well be the death of me, come into view.
“I’ve mentioned how much I approve of those, right?”
“Once or twice,” she says quietly.
“Show me more,” I growl out, and she blushes as she starts to pull the skirt the rest of the way up.
She’s not wearing any panties.
Holy fucking shit.
Her perfect little pussy is right there for my eyes to devour, and I fucking groan out loud as I see the slightest glisten of wetness there between her lips.
She grins at me. “Surprised?”
“Uh, yeah, you could say that.”
She smirks at me, her brow arching seductively. “Maybe I like shocking you.”
“Who say’s I’m shocked?” I grin at her. “After all, I did meet you at a sex club.”
She rolls her eyes, “I told you, that was a—”
“A one time thing, yeah, you’ve been saying that a lot recently.”
She blushes.
“But yeah, princess,” I say, looking at her hungrily. “Color me fucking shocked.”
“Just shocked?”
I move closer, not touching her, but close enough that she trembles and gasps. Close enough that I can see the pulse pounding in the hollow of her neck under that string of pearls around her neck. Close enough that I know how easy it would be to reach out and let my finger trail over the lips of her pussy.
“Shocked and very interested.”
“Interested, huh?” She says it with a hint of sass, a slight raise of her brow.
“How about rock-fucking-hard,” I say darkly. “How about so fucking turned on that I want to bury my face between your legs and make you come on my tongue until you’re begging me to stop? How about it makes me want you so bad that I want to bend you over, tear your dress off, and fuck you hard with every inch of my cock until you’re screaming my name?”
Her face is bright red, her lips parted, and her breath is coming in shallow gasps by the time I’m finished.
“Now take off the dress, princess, and show me how you ‘took care of things’.”
And slowly, she nods.
I swallow thickly as she turns her back to me. “Unzip me,” she says heavily, her voice thick with lust. I do, pulling at the zipper and letting more and more of her creamy skin expose itself to my eyes, barely resisting the urge to trail my fingers or my lips over it.
Or to tear it off and bury my cock balls deep in her right then and there.
She moves away and turns back to face me as she pushes the dress off her shoulders. It tumbles down her arms and over her chest, and I groan as that same black lacy bra from her pictures comes into view. She reaches back for the clasp, and suddenly it’s also falling from her shoulders. She lets it fall to the floor, and I groan out loud as her breasts are bared to me.
She’s like a fucking work of art; soft skin, her perfect tits like two teardrops high on her chest, and dusky pink nipples standing out hard, begging to be sucked.
Madison pushes the dress further down over her navel and her hips. Her eyes flash at me once more, the fire in them matching the hunger in mine, before she pushes it the rest of the way down over the curve of her hips and ass and lets its pool at her feet.
Jesus Christ.
She’s absolutely fucking perfect. Her hair tumbles down over one shoulder, her chest rises and falls with her breath, and I can fucking see the glisten of her lips between her legs. She’s standing there in her damn heels, the thigh-highs, and those fucking pearls, and nothing else, and it’s the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
She reaches up for the pearls but I shake my head. “Leave them.”
She smirks at me as she nods. Slowly, grinning at me, she steps back and sinks onto the edge of the bed. She lays back, her hair fanning out around her and her legs parting just slightly before she raises her face up.
And she crooks a finger at me
Yeah, like I need a second invitation.
I move between her legs, and as she spreads them further for me, I groan as I see the pink wetness of her slit, and I know that I can only take so much. I start to reach down for her, but she giggles and scoots slightly back on the bed.
“Uh-uh,” she says, wagging her finger at me. “No touching.” Her tongue darts out and wets her lips.
“Not touching me, that is.” Her eyes flash. “I want to watch you, too.”
There’s no way I’m telling her exactly how shocked I am at her words, but that doesn’t stop me from slowly bringing my zipper down and reaching inside.
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