Page 45 of Ten Hammers

“I’m not running.” She wriggles away from him. “I just need a moment to collect myself and…”

“I don’t know.” I get up. “I kind of like you uncollected.”

She glances over at me, her face beet red. “I cannot believe I just admitted… My filter hasn’t had a chance to kick in this morning and…”

I stride over and all but hip check Gav to get him to move the hell out of my way. Taking the spot he reluctantly gives up, I pull her into a tight embrace, so that her body is fully against mine.

“You have an erection,” she whispers and I laugh.

“Around you, pretty much constantly, yeah,” I confess, gazing down into her pretty blue eyes. For a split second, we’re alone in the room. I take her face in my hands and say to her, as seriously as I’ve ever said anything, “You do realize you never, ever have to get yourself off again, right?”

Her pupils are dilated. She parts her lips.

I grab her hand, take it in mine and head towards the door, pulling her with me. “We need a few minutes of privacy,” I tell the others, without looking at any of them or waiting for their responses, which they toss at my back.

“We agreed to just friends, Gunnar,” one of them–don’t know who, don’t give a damn–reminds me. “We promised her–”

“Yeah, well, I don’t think that’s working for Win and it sure as hell isn’t working for me,” I say as I tug her behind me into the hallway.

Chapter 16

Winnie

Gunnar pretty much has to drag me. But to be fair, the only reason I don’t go skipping along enthusiastically on my own is because I’ve lost all feeling in my legs.

I never knew being aroused could have this effect on a girl, but when his hypnotic blue eyes with their midnight black lashes hooked mine, and his you’re-getting-very-horny voice said, “You do realize you never, ever have to get yourself off again, right?,” low and so husky and so… so… so damn lust-filled… I lost all feeling from the waist down, except in one certain area, which is now insistently pulsing as all the blood in my body rushes to fill that one tiny…

I gasp as Gunnar backs me up against the coat closet door the second we’re out of sight from the others.

No, don’t back me up against a closed door, my horny little heart cries. Open the door, pull me inside, close it behind us, and fuck me right now.

You’d think my pussy would need a break after taking ten dildos last night, but I had to have them all.

“You know, Winnie,” Gunnar says. He plants one hand on the door frame to the left of my head, and uses the other hand to lift my chin. “I never got my kiss yesterday.”

“Grievous oversight on my part,” I whisper as he traces my lower lip with the pad of his thumb.

He drops his hand, the one that was on the door, and his fingers graze the side of my breast, the touch featherlight but no doubt intentional. He lowers it further to grab my hip.

I stare up at him, too overwhelmed by emotion to move. My hands are shaking. I just confessed to my ten best friends, the hottest men on the planet, that I masturbated while fantasizing about gang banged by the whole lot of them. I should be ashamed of myself. I should be mortified.

But all I feel… other than horny as fuck… is… safe. So incredibly safe.

That’s your problem, girlie. No damn self-control. This is just another all-you-can-eat buffet for you to put out of business. You’ll break their backs. You’ll–

“Oh, shut the fuck up,” I mutter.

Gunnar’s brows raise. “You talkin’ to me?”

I shake my head. “Nah. And you’re right. I owe you and I always pay my debts.”

Reaching behind me for the handle to the closet door, I pull it open. “Fortune favors the bold, after all,” I add mischievously, grabbing his bicep with my free hand and squeezing the muscles under his inked skin. “So here we go, Gunnar Hammer.”

My plan is to heave him inside the closet with me and kiss him and more until my lips are sore as… other areas of my body, but a vacuum, several shelves overflowing with cold weather clutter, and more coats than I expected are in the way.

When I turn back to Gunnar, his brows are higher than before. “You need something from the coat closet?”

“No. I just…” Smiling awkwardly, I shut the door and lean back against it, assuming the same position as before. “Ah, that’s better.”

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