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Chapter Eleven

HUNTER

I’m in trouble.

Faith is a force of nature—primal, powerful, and unstoppable.

I’ve never been so turned on in my life. What I just witnessed, what she let me watch, was the single sexiest orgasm I’ve ever seen. Sex is intimate. I’d argue that going down on a woman is even more so, but this, this was a level of intimacy that only lovers share. Casual hook-ups don’t require names or share more than fleeting gratification. Seeing a woman completely naked, unabashed, pleasuring herself—watching Faith unleash her base desires—was transcendent.

In this moment, her warm, supple body fits perfectly at my side, her head resting on my chest.

“Hunter?”

“Yes?”

“I really need an ice pack. I think I just broke my vagina grinding on you.” She buries her head in my shoulder, a melodious giggle escaping.

“You can’t just enjoy the silence, can you?” She peeks out, a happy-go-lucky smile lighting up her face.

“Not really. I just flicked the bean in front of my boss. I’m buck naked, you’re one-hundred percent clothed, and I probably got my lady juice on your obscenely expensive pants.”

“Okay. For starters, please don’t say lady juice ever again.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously!” I lift her chin, pressing my lips to hers. “But, regardless of what you want to call it, I’d happily let you deface every article of clothing I own if it meant watching you do that again. You’re so beautiful when you come.” Her hand slides down my chest, reaching beneath the covers, her slender fingers caressing the hard-on I’m fighting to subdue. My cock aches, desperate to find release.

“Well, now you can repay the favor and let me hear you screaming my name.” I’m going to hell. Her touch is soft, but firm, teasing me through the fabric of my pants, a torturous and delicious sensation I don’t want to end, but I know it has to. The only way I can justify this game to myself is if I impart some wisdom of what notto do. Faith is amazing, and she should demand the best of any man who is lucky enough to catch her eye.

“I want to kill myself right now for what I’m about to say… but you gotta stop.”

“Why?” Cupping my cock, she drives me to the edge, but I push her hand aside.

“Just because you have an orgasm, doesn’t mean you’re obliged to reciprocate. Hell, I didn’t even do anything. It was all you and hot as fuck.”

“Aren’t you frustrated? I don’t feel obliged. I want to touch you, lick you, feel you come because of me. Seeing how I affect you makes me feel empowered.” My argument is crumbling with every word, my defenses almost at breaking point.

“I still can’t let you do this.” I extricate myself from underneath her naked flesh.

“Don’t leave.”

“I’m not. I just need to take a minute to calm down.”

“Why are you fighting this so much? I understand loyalty, but you look physically pained right now.”

“I am! My balls are blue, I’m so turned on. I need to go and take a cold shower.”

“See… we’re a perfect match. You have blue balls, and I have a black and blue va-jay-jay.” With a wicked grin, mischief gleams in her eyes.

“Shit. You wanted an ice pack. Hang on, I’ll go grab it.” One door and twenty feet of distance is all I have to calm the storm raging inside me. I’m not strong enough to fight this much longer. I have maybe one last chance to change her mind before I cave. And what’s worse, I don’t know that I want to change her mind. It’s been so long since I’ve felt real excitement when it comes to a woman, anything more than a superficial attraction.

I steel myself, taking a few deep breaths and conjuring the most boring NFL facts imaginable to get my dick to behave. It still twitches the second I set eyes on her again. I hold out the ice pack, much to her delight.

“Can you put it on for me?” She lowers the covers, exposing every inch of her delectable skin. Fuck, she’s perfect. I can’t tear my eyes away, but as I travel down the length of her, suddenly, I’m aware of what she’s been telling me. She is bruised. Jesus Christ! I rush to her side, placing the ice pack between her thighs.

“Holy fuck. You weren’t exaggerating!” She throws her head back, covering her face with one arm.

“Not the response I was looking for.” There’s humor in her voice.

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