Page 68 of Doctor One Night

“Same,” I simply say. I hope my disappointment isn't evident that he instead didn't say something along the lines of, “I really enjoy spending time with you, therefore I can't leave. You complete me.” Okay, too cheesy. But, I'm disappointed none the less.

Then Carly’s words echo in my mind: It doesn’t always have to be him calling the shots.

Before I can think twice, I take a step toward him, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Hunter,” I say, my voice catching slightly in my throat. He pauses, turning back to me, his brow furrowing in question. I reach out, grabbing his hand before I lose my nerve. “Stay.”

It’s a simple word, but it almost seems like I’m asking him for the world. For a moment, he just looks at me, the surprise clear in his eyes. I can see the battle waging inside him, the conflict between what he wants and what he thinks he should do.

“Frankie…” he starts, but I can hear the hesitation, the doubt, in his voice.

“Please,” I whisper, my grip on his hand tightening. “Just stay.”

Something shifts in his expression, the tension easing as he looks at me, really looks at me, and I can see it—the same desire, the same longing that’s been eating away at me for weeks. Slowly, almost as if he’s afraid to move too quickly, he steps closer, our bodies nearly touching.

Then, without another word, he pulls me into him, his lips crashing against mine in a kiss that’s as desperate as it is passionate. It’s as if all the tension, all the uncertainty we’re both living under lately, is being poured into this one moment, and I can’t help but respond with the same intensity, the same need.

His arms wrap around me, pulling me closer, and I lose myself in him, in the friction of his body against mine, in the way his hands grip me like he’s afraid I’ll slip away if he lets go.

When we finally pull back, both of us breathless, he rests his forehead against mine, his breath warm against my skin. “Frankie,” he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion.

I don’t respond, my heart still racing, my thoughts a whirlwind of what this means, what comes next. But right now, in this moment, all that matters is that he’s here, with me, and that he chose to stay.

The world outside my living room fades into the background as Hunter's lips claim mine with a fervor that sends shivers through my entire body. His hands, strong and sure, tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as our bodies press together with an urgency that is both thrilling and terrifying.

He bends me over the back of the sofa and jerks my pants down. I hear his buckle clank metal-on-metal as his pants fall to the floor. He spreads my legs and positions himself at my opening and shoves himself into me.

I cry out in pleasure, appreciating the girth of his massive cock as he goes in and out, in and out. It’s fast and furious and deliberate.

When I come and collapse forward out of pure exhaustion and pleasure, he picks me up and turns me back to face him. He holds me tenderly for a moment and then asks if we can go to my bedroom. I don’t answer with words, grabbing his hand instead and leading him down the hall.

Our breathing is still ragged as we stumble toward the bedroom, shedding the rest of our clothes along the way. His shirt falls to the floor just as I toss mine along with my bra.

The back of my knees hit the edge of the bed, and we collapse onto the mattress in a tangle of sheets and need. Hunter's body covers mine, the weight of him both comforting and exhilarating. His lips trail a path of fire down my neck, his teeth nipping at my skin, making me gasp with pleasure.

I arch into him, my body aching for more. Our eyes meet, and in his gaze, I see a reflection of my own desperate longing. “Hunter,” I whisper, my voice trembling with anticipation. I’m tender down there, but not done. I’m swollen and desperate to have him inside of me again.

“I want you, Frankie,” he growls, his words sending a thrill through me. “I need you.”

I don't have time to respond before his mouth is on mine again, his hands exploring my body with a hunger that is primal. I can feel him, hard and insistent against my thigh, and I can't hold back the moan that escapes my lips.

He enters me with a single, powerful thrust that steals my breath away. Our bodies move together in a rhythm that is both wild and beautiful, each stroke driving me higher and higher. I cling to him, my fingers gripping his back as I meet him thrust for thrust, our bodies slick with sweat and passion.

The sounds of our lovemaking fill the room—the rhythmic creaking of the bed, the wet slap of our bodies coming together, our cries of pleasure mingling in the air. It's raw and real and more intense than any other time with him before.

“You are so good,” Hunter groans, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “So perfect.”

A fierce energy gathers inside me, brimming just below the surface, threatening to break free. My body is on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, the world shatters around me, and I'm falling, falling, falling into a sea of ecstasy.

As the waves of pleasure slowly ebb away, I’m cradled in Hunter's arms, our bodies still intimately connected. He presses a gentle kiss to my forehead, his breathing slower now.

For a long moment, we lie in silence, listening to the sound of our hearts beating in sync. And in that moment, I realize that something has shifted between us, something profound and irreversible.

I turn to look at Hunter, my eyes searching his for some sign of what he's thinking, how he perceives this. But his expression is unreadable, his eyes guarded.

“Don't overthink it, Frankie,” he finally says, his voice soft but firm. It’s almost as if he is reading my mind. “Let's just enjoy this... whatever it is.”

I nod, choosing to take his advice. After all, I've spent so much of my life worrying about the future, about being strong and standing on my own without anyone else. For once, I want to let my heart depend on someone else, to embrace the uncertainty and see where it leads.

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