Page 49 of Hunter

“Not really,” I reply with a shrug. “I never wanted to work there, and Phoenix definitely didn’t want me to work there. Jake only joined us because he’s a little lost. His mother died years ago, and it was just him and his stepfather, who was always a little weird. In fact, it’s amazing he’s come out so sane.”

“Yeah? Does he know his biological father?” he asks as he pours more wine, which I accept because I feel totally at ease with him. If you think about it, we’ve known each other a good two years now.

“No one knows, but between you and me, I think he was the result of a one-night stand.” I wince because it always sounds bad for the woman when you say, ‘one-night stand’. The double standards seem to exist wherever you come from. Daniel doesn’t say anything, just smiles at my over-animated facial expressions. “So, when Effie, his mother, was alive, she lived close to us, not that I really knew because I was a baby at the time. She met his hippy stepfather when she was pregnant, and they got married after he was born.”

“Was Effie your mother’s or your father’s sister?” he asks as he begins to pull me back in between his outstretched legs. My back sinks against his chest as I continue to ramble, hardly noticing the fact that he’s feeding me strawberries.

“She was my mother’s stepsister, but they were as close as real sisters from what I’ve been told, perhaps even closer,” I reply. “She died in a car accident not long before the house fire. In the space of a few months, both sisters had perished, and Jake was taken across the country to live with his stepfather’s family. We didn’t see Jake again until he showed up a couple of years ago.”

It’s only when I stop talking that I take note of the delicious little kisses he’s delivering against the naked skin on my shoulder. His hands move around my waist, and I lean my head to one side so he can have better access to my neck, his mouth opening slightly as he kisses and nips over my skin. I moan a little because it feels so good, so relaxing, so intoxicating, and it prompts him to laugh softly, which only adds a subtle vibration to his fluttery lips.

“Did you find a room you wanted to stay in, Lou?” he whispers between kissing me.

“No, I was too busy eavesdropping,” I admit, still with my eyes closed, “maybe you could show me?”

“Now?” he grins against my shoulder.

“Mmhmm, your wine has made me a little…dizzy.”

He growls softly in the crook of my neck before leaving me to feel suddenly bereft by standing up. I needn’t feel too abandoned, however, because he soon picks me up in his arms and starts to carry me back toward the house.

“Daniel, the basket…” I try to point to our leftovers on the beach, but he silences me with a deep, sensuous kiss. “Oh, ok.”

Daniel’s room is light and airy, with windows covering three of the sides of the room. Light muslin curtains sway gently in the breeze and the white linen bed sheets add to the Mediterranean feel of the room. I only have moments to take it all in because we head straight for the bed where he sinks comfortably between my legs and kisses me so deeply, I am under no illusion as to where this is heading.

I grab his t-shirt and pull at it, so he has no choice but to help me whip it off over his head, showcasing his delicious torso, tightly packed with muscle and without a tattoo in sight. I enjoy tattoos as much as the next girl, but seeing as my brother is covered in them, I kind of love the fact that Daniel doesn’t have any. His body is an open book, a mystery I want to explore with my tongue. He begins to reciprocate by unbuttoning my shirt and fumbling at my jean’s fastenings. Sand is infiltrating every crevice of the bed sheets and I end up giggling.

“We’ve brought the beach with us,” I laugh as I let him pull my jeans away, my panties going with them. He looks at my near-naked body and arches an eyebrow with playful lust in his eyes.

“You think I care about sand when I get to look at you like this?” He smirks while arching his right eyebrow, looking wickedly devious. “A front-fastening bra? Nice!” He grins even wider and with one hand unfastens the clasp at the front, swiping the cups away so I am naked before him. “Fuck, I thought I was lucky to see you in the dark the other night, but naked Lou in the day? I could come all over you right now!”

“How romantic,” I giggle as I begin rubbing at my naked breasts which easily fill my hands. His eyes darken at the sight of me massaging myself, rubbing away the discomfort of being held in all day.

“Keep doing that,” he says, and begins to place a finger up and down between my lips below, so I have sensory overload. He groans again and I see his erection begging to be set free through his open jeans. I reach out to touch it, but he shuffles back and shakes his head in a chastising motion. His finger enters me, and I begin to breathe harder, all the while he slowly moves in and out of me. His eyes stay fixed on mine as his head sinks between my thighs, where his tongue begins to circle at my clit. It’s all too much, too intense, as I begin to feel the build of my orgasm from deep inside. I arch my hips to chase it as I place my hand through his soft, dark hair, which only encourages him to add another finger and suck on me harder.

“Come!” he demands, and I do, almost instantly, with my skin erupting in a heat that spreads over my face and down through my chest, making me a little dizzy when it finally begins to fade.

His lips mark a trail up my abdomen, across my breasts, before he finally finds my mouth, and we indulge in a sensuous kiss. I soon become hungry for round two, so begin to unfasten his jeans so I can pull away at his boxers. His throbbing cock slaps against his stomach so I begin to pump it with my hand, making him just as urgent for more. When I let go, I place both of my hands around his tight ass and push him up so his knees are straddling my face, and his erection is staring right at me.

I don’t waste time, I can’t; I take him whole inside my mouth, teasing his head with my tongue. He shudders a little before grabbing hold of the headboard behind me. Seeing him struggling for breath, I grip hold of his hips with my hands and begin to suck hard, up and down, so he hisses in pleasure through his teeth. I feel him throbbing and take that as a go-ahead to push harder and faster. Soon, he cannot hold himself back and thrusts into me at such a punishing rhythm, I know he’s going to come at any moment.

“Lou, Lou…oh, God…”

He explodes inside my mouth and then curses himself. I don’t think he meant to lose control, so tries to pull away, but I don’t let him. Instead, I grip hold of his hips so he can’t move anywhere until he’s finished.

“Shit, Lou, I’m sorry, I meant to warn you,” he flusters as he moves back and kisses my forehead.

I can’t help giggling over his guilty-looking face when he climbs back into bed to cuddle me. We begin kissing like a couple of teenagers making out in his bedroom, but just as we begin to move into position for more, his phone buzzes. At first, he grabs hold of it and sends the call to answerphone, but when it goes off another three times, all in quick succession, I finally push him back and tell him to take it.

“This better be fucking important, Theo,” he growls, “I’m talking death, birth, or marriage kind of important!”

I laugh before planting little kisses over his pecs, teasing him with my tongue while he tries to have a serious conversation with my other boss. His eyes roll back over the sensation, his mouth curling up at the corners, and his hand running through my hair as I lick and flick my tongue over his nipples.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll ask her. Right now, I’m in the middle of something so do me a favor and fuck off, Theo.”

I hear Theo laughing through the phone before he hangs up on his best friend. For a moment, they reminded me of Phoenix and Javier, who also share a teasing sense of humor.

“Problems at work?” I ask while feigning innocence.

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