He sucked me harder, making the orgasm stretch as long as possible. He made love to me with his mouth, his sexy tongue doing wonderful things to me. He blew then sucked over and over.
I thrived in orgasmic bliss, my vision blurry and my spine tight. My cheek was against the bed, and my ass was still high in the air. All I could do was breathe, feel the tenderness as it slowly left my body.
Hunt rose to his feet, grabbed my hips, and flipped me over.
I rolled to my back and watched him move on top of me, his muscular physique covering mine. He folded my legs against my body and positioned our hips together, his torso stretching far above mine. He locked eyes with me as he slowly slid inside. “Amazing pussy…” He moved all the way inside until every inch of his length was fully sheathed. Then he moaned.
I moaned too. My hands started at his stomach and slowly moved up, feeling the intricate lines of his body as the muscles separated sections of his physique. He could easily be an underwear model if being a business tycoon didn’t work out. His chest was my favorite part. It was smooth with sleek pads of muscle. I liked to drag my nails over it to feel the powerful strength underneath.
Instead of thrusting into me immediately, he moved his face to mine and kissed me.
Slowly.
Softly.
Gently.
Our mouths moved together in gentle embraces, our lips locking and then breaking apart. He gradually rocked into me, his thick length pushing in and pulling out. His rhythm wasn’t interrupted by our kisses, which were soft but quickly escalating. He would kiss me, pull away slightly to look at me, giving me the hottest expression I’d ever seen, and then kiss me again.
My arms circled his neck, and I pulled him closer to me, my fingers caressing his hair. I needed more of him.
All of him.
My lips separated his, and I moved my tongue into his mouth, immediately feeling our breath mixing together. I ground against him, taking his cock a little faster. We came together, broke apart, and then came together even harder than we did last time.
Our bodies burned.
Our fingers ached.
I craved more. He took more.
“Hunt…” I spoke into his mouth as my lips trembled. My pussy was already tightening around him, another orgasm rushing through me as the tide returned. My kisses stopped completely because all I could do was moan into his mouth, to stifle my screams so I wouldn’t shatter his eardrums. My hands gripped his shoulders, and my body shifted and writhed beneath him. “God…”
“Baby…” He deepened the angle and gave me more of his length, hitting me deep and hard. His tight ass clenched, and he buried himself far as he released with a quiet moan, pumping me with his come.
I loved feeling his come inside me. Made me feel like a woman, feeling a man’s desire deep inside me. And not just any man—but Diesel Hunt. “Feels so good…”
“I’ve got plenty more.”
* * *
My men carried my suitcases onto the plane, along with the gown that needed to be handled perfectly so it wouldn’t get wrinkled. I got out of the back seat once Thorn’s BMW pulled onto the tarmac. He got out of the back seat, wearing slacks and a collared shirt along with dark sunglasses. “Beautiful day to fly.”
“Yep.”
His men carried his bags onto the plane as he walked up to me. “Ready to get going?”
“I’m waiting for—”
A blacked-out Mercedes pulled up, and once the car was at a stop, Hunt stepped out. In black jeans and a black t-shirt, he looked suave and sexy with his aviator sunglasses he had on. He wore a dashing smile, probably pleased by the shocked expression on Thorn’s face.
“I was about to tell you that Hunt was coming along.” Little late now, but Thorn got the picture.
Thorn crossed his arms over his chest as he watched Hunt walk toward us. “Why?”
“He said he didn’t want me to be gone all weekend. At first, he told me I had to stay. But I said I couldn’t do that because I’d already committed to this before we were together, so he said he was coming along. Not much I could do about it.”
Thorn’s expression didn’t change, but I knew he wasn’t happy about this. “Is he staying at my parents’ place too?”
“We’re staying at a hotel.”
“And what am I supposed to tell my mother?”
“Say I have meetings at the hotel. She’ll believe that.”
Thorn didn’t argue, but his eyebrows were furrowing even more by the second.
Hunt reached us, his boyish smile on his lips. He didn’t greet me with a kiss because we were in public, but he didn’t shy away from wrapping his arm around my waist and giving me an affectionate hug. His face turned into my neck, and he gave me a quick kiss just behind the ear, doing it discreetly so no one would notice.
I thought about last night, the way we moved together slowly until sometime in the morning. He pumped me full of his come and refused to let me shower so I’d have to sleep with it inside of me.
Pretty hot.
Hunt turned to Thorn and extended his hand. “Mr. Cutler.”
Thorn looked like he might not shake his hand.
I shot him a glare, not sure what the problem was.
Thorn finally finished the gesture. “Didn’t realize you were joining us.”
“I didn’t realize either until yesterday,” Hunt said simply. “But where my woman goes, I go.”
I wasn’t his woman, but I didn’t correct him in front of Thorn.
“Your woman?” Thorn couldn’t sheathe his anger this time. He pivoted his body, naturally turning defensive, his shoulders appearing broader. The men were busy loading the plane and preparing for takeoff so they couldn’t overhear this tense conversation.
“I’m the one sleeping with her, aren’t I?” Hunt challenged.
Thorn stepped closer to him. “She’s yours for the next five weeks. But she’s mine for the rest of my life.” Thorn was just inches from him, but luckily, he never raised his fist. He gave Hunt a ferocious glare before he walked to the stairs and boarded the plane.
Hunt didn’t drop his smile, brushing off the feud like nothing happened at all. “Shall we?”
Hunt did nothing wrong to provoke Thorn, but I was disappointed they weren’t getting along. Every time I talked to Thorn about it, he seemed to calm down. But when they were together again, tensions rose.
Hunt picked up on my disappointment. “If you think I’m gonna let someone talk to me like that, you wouldn’t be fucking me.”
No, I probably wouldn’t.
“Let’s get going.”
* * *
We checked in to the hotel. Thorn ended up staying at the same place because he couldn’t stay with his parents while I stayed at the hotel alone. That wasn’t believable, and it would probably make them think we were having problems.
We were both on the top floor, but at opposite ends of the hotel—on purpose.
I doubted Thorn wanted to hear us have sex all night.
“We’re meeting my parents for dinner at six.” Thorn spoke to me as we rode the elevator to the top floor. Hunt stood on the other side of me, being silent so we could have our conversation. “I’ll pick you up at five thirty.”
“Okay.”
The doors opened, and all three of us stepped out.
Hunt grabbed my hand and pulled me in the other direction right away, taking me away from Thorn the second he got a chance.
Thorn let it go and headed the opposite way.
We were quiet in the hallway until we walked into the presidential suite. It was far too big for just two people, but both of us always needed to make a statement. Our luggage was already there, along with a chilled bottle of champagne and fresh flowers.
Hunt checked out the view of the Windy City before he pulled his shades off his face and set them on the table. “How long will you be gone tonight?”
“Not sure. His parents talk a lot.”
I slipped off my h
eels and let my flat feet rest on the hardwood floor.
“Do you ever wonder if Thorn’s feelings for you are more romantic than they seem?” Hunt slid his hands into his pockets as he looked out the window, his strong back opening wide into his broad shoulders.
“They aren’t.”
“And you’re so certain of that?”
“Absolutely.” I walked to the bar and made myself a drink. “He’s possessive of me because I’m an asset to him. He sees me as his property even though we aren’t married yet. There’s nothing romantic about it.”
“And you really believe that?”
“Completely.”
Hunt turned around and stared at me. “Have you ever asked him?”
“I don’t need to. If he felt that way, he would tell me.”
“And what would you do if he did?”
I tossed the cherry and orange peel into the drink. “Nothing.”
“Nothing?” he asked.
“His feelings wouldn’t change anything.”
“It would go against all the reasons why you’re marrying him in the first place.”
“Romantic love wouldn’t change our friendship or loyalty.”
“Would you return those feelings?” His eyes scrutinized every inch of my face.
“No. I don’t see him that way. And this is a stupid conversation because he doesn’t see me that way either. Thorn Cutler is not the kind of man who feels anything more than lust and power. He’s very simple.”
Hunt stared at me for several more heartbeats before he turned back to the window.
“This discussion is over. I have nothing more to say about it, and I’m not taking questions.”
“This isn’t a press conference,” he said coldly. “And if it is, I’m running the show. I can ask whatever I damn well please.”
I finished my drink then took a seat on the couch.
Hunt turned around and looked at me, his hand resting in his pockets.
I stared back, my gaze unflinching.
He pulled his hands out of his pockets and took the seat beside me on the couch. He took my glass out of my hand, took a long drink, and then returned it.
“Yes, help yourself…”
“I will.” He rested his arm over the back of the couch.
“So, we have two hours before I need to start getting ready. What should we do?”
“I already know what I want to do.” He turned his face toward mine, a devilish look in his eyes.
“And what’s that?” I drank from my glass, letting the whiskey settle deep inside my stomach.
“Stuff you with come—in every single opening.”
* * *
Hunt made good on his word.
He came in my mouth, my pussy, and my ass. When I tried to brush my teeth before dinner, he snatched the brush away and threw it on the counter.
Psychopath.
I got dressed, putting on a black cocktail dress with tie-dye shoes. There was a black lining along the edges, making them complement my dark dress. I pinned my hair to the side and pulled it over one shoulder, leaving it in loose curls but wearing it casually.
When I walked into the living room, Hunt was sitting at the table working on his laptop. His head was propped against his hand and he didn’t move an inch when I entered, but his eyes shifted to me.
He checked me out—from head to toe.
“Like what you see, Boss Man?”
He gave a nod that was almost imperceptible.
I grabbed my clutch off the counter and tucked my phone inside. When I turned around, Hunt was already up and standing behind me. His hands moved to my hips, and he squeezed the fabric of my dress, making it rise up slightly. “Are you trying to torture me?”
“No. But if I am, I picked the right dress.”
He released a quiet growl right against my ear. “You’re lucky you’re about to walk out the door.”
“My boss doesn’t care whether I am or not.” I brushed him off by walking away, and right on cue, Thorn rang the doorbell.
Hunt growled again.
I opened the door to Thorn, who was dressed in black slacks and a gray collared shirt. Instead of looking at me first, he eyed Hunt over my shoulder, as if he wanted to know where he was the second the door was open. “I’m ready.”
“Great.” Thorn finally shifted his gaze back to me. His eyes didn’t roam over my body appreciatively. He rarely looked at me that way, occasionally complimenting my appearance. But that scorching attraction Hunt always showed was nowhere to be seen.
Hunt was dead wrong about him.
Before I could step out, Hunt circled his arm around my waist. He turned me into his body and kissed me on the mouth, a little too hard for someone else to witness. His hand squeezed me, and he brushed his nose against mine. “I’ll miss you.” He kissed the corner of my mouth, and the gentle affection nearly took my breath away.
I didn’t think twice before my reaction came out. “I’ll miss you too.”
A slight smile stretched his lips, making one corner rise in a cocky but sweet way. “I know, baby.” He kissed my cheek before he finally let me go. “Take care of her.” He turned his cold gaze back on Thorn. “I want her returned in the same condition.”
Thorn looked like he wanted to stab Hunt in the eye with a butter knife.
Thorn and I walked off and headed to the lobby, where a driver was waiting for us. We got into the back seat of a black car, the divider up so we had our privacy. The driver knew the address, so he took us on our way.
I looked out the window, knowing a tense conversation with Thorn was on the horizon. He had a thing or two to say about Hunt. I could feel the words before they were even spoken out loud.
“You know all those concerns I expressed to you a while ago?”
I kept my eyes focused out the window. “Yes.”
“Well, now I’m even more concerned.” He turned his face toward me as his legs stretched out in front of him. “The guy came all the way to Chicago just to bed you? He couldn’t wait two days? We have a problem, Titan.”
“I admit he’s possessive.”
“Way too possessive for a fling. And you’re going along with it.”
“He is in charge. You know the circumstances of the relationship.”
“But you like it.” He stared me down with his ice-blue eyes.
I slowly turned my head so I could meet his look head on.
“Titan, you have feelings for this guy. It’s obvious.”
I held his gaze and didn’t look away.
“Tell me.”
“Hunt and I talked about it a few days ago, our veiled meanings hidden in the shadows.”
“What was said?”
“Nothing concrete. Just…what our relationship is. He said we’re more than friends, more than lovers. We have a connection. I didn’t agree with him, but I didn’t deny it either. We moved into dangerous territory, talking about what kind of future we could possibly have. But I told him I wasn’t interested in love, despite how much I like him, and my decision to marry you hadn’t changed.”
Thorn’s angry look disintegrated, but he looked even more concerned than he did before. “You like him?”
“Of course.”
“But you like him a lot?”
“I do… There’s always been something there.”
“Such as?”
“I don’t know. I just feel differently with him from how I do with everyone else. And I know in my heart…when this ends…I’ll be disappointed. I know it’ll take me a few weeks to recover. It’ll be hard to picture him with someone else. I’m jealous when I see him with other women. He’s jealous when he sees me with other men. It’s natural, and neither one of us can seem to stop it.”
Thorn’s eyes fell in disappointment. “You’re in love with him?”
“No. I never said that.”
“But are you?”
So far, I’d managed to keep a wall of ice around my heart. Hunt had melted some of it
, made it thinner and weaker than it was before. But he hadn’t managed to shatter it completely. He’d earned my trust and my friendship, which were already impressive accomplishments. But I managed to protect that last piece. “No. I haven’t allowed myself to fall that far. I don’t want to be in love with him. My desires haven’t changed.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Thorn. I still want to marry you.”
“Then maybe you should stop seeing him. If it’s getting this hard…it might be smart to walk away.”
That would be the smart move, to get out before I could get in too deep. But after he fulfilled his end of the deal, I couldn’t renege on mine. “No. That wouldn’t be fair to him. He earned me. I can’t go back on my word.”
Thorn turned his gaze out the window again. “Be careful, Titan. You’re already in pretty deep.”
“I know.”
“And I told you he felt that way.”
“He’s never explicitly said it.”
He shook his head. “He doesn’t need to, Titan. It’d be redundant.”
“You think so?”
“I’m telling you, once the final weeks are over, he’s not going to let you go. He’s going to ask for more. And I’m afraid you aren’t going to be able to say no.”
The fact that I hesitated right then and there was alarming to me. I knew what I wanted, but now these feelings were making me lose sight of that. I was confused, unsure. Thorn and I had already laid out our plans for the future, and I couldn’t compromise what we already agreed to. Love was temporary. It lasted a few months, sometimes a few years. But it always died out, leaving far more heartbreak behind than it was worth. I had to remind myself why I’d decided to marry Thorn in the first place. It was the right decision—for me. “I will say no.”
* * *
I stepped inside the suite and found Hunt sitting on the couch. His laptop and notes were still resting on the table, but he’d obviously abandoned them when he decided to enjoy a drink and the game. He was only in his sweatpants, which hung low on his hips and displayed the deep V from his hips to his stomach. His chiseled chest was outlined and hard, and his body was a map of endless muscles.
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