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“It was so long.” I sigh, resting my head against his chest. “But it’s all better now.”

He kisses the top of my head, holding me close to his warm, muscular body. “Come on, let’s eat and relax,” he breathes against my ear before leading me to the kitchen where the table is set with candles, the flickering light casting a warm glow.

We eat, laugh, and unwind, and by the time we go to bed, I feel lighter, as if the weight of the long week has been lifted off my shoulders.

The next morning, as I snuggle into his arms, Hunt stretches. “I love waking up with you, goddess,” he says, his voice husky with sleep. “But it’s way too goddamn early to get up.”

“I know, but I’m wide awake.” I wiggle closer to him and throw my leg over his. He runs his hands down my back to my rear end, sending electricity flowing down my spine. His cock grows hard against my stomach, and I reach between us to wrap my hand around it. “And I think you’re wide awake, too.”

“That I am.”

CHAPTER 7

HUNT

“Fuck, I love that hand wrapped around my cock,” I groan, hooking her leg around my waist as I slip my hand between her legs. She’s already wet for me. Her head falls back on a moan.

I grind my thumb against her clit, teasing her until she’s gasping for breath, unable to keep up what she’s doing to my cock.

As soon as she’s nice and distracted, I drag her up my body, forcing her to sit on my face. “Wrap those perfect lips around my cock, goddess,” I order. “And sit that perfect pussy right here while you do it.”

“Hunt,” she moans, eagerly stretching forward to obey.

I drag her down onto my waiting mouth as she plunges down on my cock.

Fuck. That mouth.

I attack her pussy, trying to get her off before she has me coming down her throat. She’s gotten way too good at sucking me off. But we both know I’m not coming anywhere but inside her pussy. Until she pops pregnant, I’m not wasting a single drop.

I wrap my lips around her clit, sucking hard.

She soaks my face, moaning around my cock as she comes all over me.

She’s still shaking when I flip her around, her eyes dilated, her mouth open in a little “O”.

“Ride me, sweetheart,” I growl, thrusting up into her. “Hard.”

I don’t have to tell her twice. Her thighs clamp around my hips as she lifts herself up and drops back down on my cock, her tits bouncing. She fucks me as if it’s her job, taking me over and over again.

“Hunt,” she groans. “You’re so deep.”

“Good. Then I’ll be right where I need to be to get you nice and pregnant, Molly.” I sit up, wrapping her hair around my fist as I claim her lips. Our tastes mingle on my tongue. “Come for me, goddess.”

Her ass meets my thighs with a slap of sound again. And again.

I bite her lip.

She shouts my name, coming hard.

“Molly,” I groan, my cock pulsing as I come with her. I pull her close, devouring her mouth, holding on to her as if she’s the only thing rooting me to reality. In moments like this, I think she may be. She’s my goddamn life. The only thing that matters anymore.

“See? Mornings aren’t so bad,” she whispers, pressing her face to my throat.

I chuckle, placing a kiss to her sweaty skin.

Christ, I’m so fucking in love with her.

“I think we should go out tonight,” Molly says over breakfast a little while later.

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