Page 12 of Tempt Me

“Yes,” I cried out as he thrust into me again.

Hunter cried out, too, and he pumped into me again and again with perfectly timed thrusts that matched my primal groans.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” We both made identical cries of pleasure.

My body clenched around him with each thrust, and he became faster, harder, and I couldn’t believe it, but he grew bigger by the second.

He pounded into me for an eternity. Every sensation was magnificent.

My orgasm shuddered through my body, and I saw stars, and nothing at all. It was just me and my body being pleasured by the most incredible cock ever.

Finally, he fell forward onto my back, and I rode out his ragged breathing until he slipped out of me and onto the bed at my side. I flopped onto the bed, too, and turned to him. As I watched him gather his composure, I admired him all over again. Hunter’s body was an exquisite example of a man in his prime.

I couldn’t believe how much my life had changed this year. Men like Hunter never crossed my path. Now, though, it was like I was a heat-seeking missile, and I found my target every week.

“Just Memphis, you’re incredible.”

“As are you, my perfect stranger.”

He smiled a smile.That smile—the one that said the world was perfect.

With that lasting look forever embedded in my mind, I slipped off the bed and found my dress on the floor. I stepped into it, and as I zipped my dress, I spotted the box of chocolates.

I plucked a triangle-shaped dark chocolate with white chocolate drizzled in perfect stripes over the top. I showed it to Hunter before I popped it into my mouth. It truly was delicious.

“Can you guess it?” He propped up on his elbow, looking at me with a gorgeous grin.

I gathered my lingerie and shoved them into my bag. As I hooked the strap over my shoulder, I turned to him. “I’d call it Cointreau White Chocolate.”

His jaw dropped, and I laughed as I made my way to the door. He didn’t need to know I’d seen the description on the box lid.

“Will I see you again?”

I paused at that question and turned to him. “If you did, then we wouldn’t be perfect strangers.”

“I’m willing to take that risk.”

I laughed as I left Hunter still lying naked on the bed.

I made my way to my room, riding a euphoric high that floated me home and into a long, hot shower.

Afterward, I reached for my diary, turned to the 6th of April, and wroteMr. Hunter McCall, Room 29, My Perfect Stranger.I wrote in elaborate detail all about the sexy chocolatier and how comfortable I’d been with him at the bar.

Sex with Hunter was incredible, and I wondered if it was because I’d taken the time to get to know him a little before we jumped into bed together.

Of course, it could also be because he was one of the sexiest, athletic, yet relaxing guys I’d ever met.

I put the diary on my bedside table and slipped beneath my sheets.

As I rolled onto my side, I played pictures through my mind of my new lover doing exercises out in the golden sun, only this time, he was completely naked, and his body was slicked with sweat, highlighting all his glorious muscular contours.

Giggling, I let sleep take me to a wonderful new world.

Chapter Five

One of the greatest advantages of working and living on the Gold Coast was the diverse range of people I saw and met. Today, though, was proving to be one of the most fascinating days for people watching. The convention center, just around the corner from the Hot Horizon Hotel, was hosting the annual Supernova once again. As my hotel was one of the closest, it was fully booked with people dressed as everyone from Superman to Sailor Moon. It was a comic addict’s heaven.

The costumes alternated from full-body suits to barely anything at all. Most of the women’s costumes ensured plenty of skin showed. A bit like my naughty twin, Memphis’s choice of clothing.

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