Page 10 of Tempt Me

“So, Just Memphis, let me see if you can tell what this flavor is?”

“Mmmm, what do I get if I answer correctly?”

He directed his dazzling blue eyes at me and blinked. “Oh, I don’t know . . .”

“How about if I answer correctly, you take off a piece of clothing. If I’m wrong, I’ll take something off.”

He rubbed his hands together and whistled. “Perfect.” Then he reached into the box, removed a chocolate, and held it toward my hand.

I opened my mouth, and with a cheeky grin, he popped the delicacy onto my tongue. I closed my eyes and savored the delicious chocolate.

It was heaven.

The perfect amount of sweetness and flavor. If Hunter truly had made this, then he possessed a very special talent.

I opened my eyes, and he had his elbow propped up on the table, his chin on his palm, and a look of intrigue on his face. “Okay, Just Memphis, what is it?”

“I believe that was hazelnut praline.” I gave it my best guess.

His jaw dropped. “I’d hoped you’d get it wrong.” He stood and whipped his T-shirt up over his head and tossed it over the back of the spare chair.

I couldn’t believe I was right; then again, I wondered if he was trying to charm me. “You’re not cheating, are you?”

“Are you kidding? I’d much rather see you naked than me.”

I stood. “Then how about you help me out of this dress.” I turned my back to him.

Hunter stood behind me, and as one of his hands glided to my hip, his lips found my neck and he cruised little kisses along my flesh. His breath was hot and heady. I closed my eyes and leaned back against him. I smelled chocolate and expensive wine. I smelled the ocean and complex cologne.

I smelled hot, sexy man.

My dress released as Hunter glided the zipper from my shoulder blades to my lower back.

He reached in through the opening, and as his warm hand caressed my waist, the bulge in his pants grew against my lower back. A delicious pulse between my legs pulsed to a steady beat.

I unhooked my shoulder strap, and as I tugged my dress down, Hunter sucked his breath in through his teeth.

Goosebumps prickled my flesh as I stepped out of the dress, kicked it aside, and turned to him. Hunter’s cock was a hard bulge in his jeans, begging for release.

“You have an exquisite body,” he said.

His sexy baritone turned my bones to jelly. Hunter was one of the fittest men I’d ever seen, and to have him impressed with me made me want him even more. I reached behind my back and flicked off my bra.

No sooner had my lingerie touched the floor than Hunter had closed the distance between us. He bent over and sampled my breast. As I clawed my nails up his back and ran my fingers through his thick, curly blond hair, he sucked and licked my breasts, first the left, then the right. He was an expert, taking my desires to steamy heights.

When he stopped, it was as if my insides had been removed.

“Sorry,” he said. “But I, umm . . .” He looked down at his groin.

“Oh, here, let me help.” I reached for his belt, unbuckled it, tugged it from the loops, and tossed it aside. With my eyes trained on his, I glided the zipper down.

Without warning, he whisked me off my feet and carried me to the bed. He placed me down and stripped out of his remaining clothing.

His cock was full and proud, pointing at me, begging me to touch his thick rod. I swiveled on the bed to sit, placing my stilettos on the floor, and urged him to step forward.

He did.

I inhaled his manly scent.He smells so good.I clutched his balls in one hand, and as he spread his legs, giving me better access, I wrapped my other hand around his cock and glided it up and down his shaft. Hunter groaned, and I groaned with him.

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