Page 84 of Doctor One Night

“Uh-huh,” he says, clearly not buying it. “I know that look. What are you up to?”

I pause, turning to face him with a grin. “Wait right here. I’ll be back in a sec.”

He raises an eyebrow, curiosity piqued, but stays put as I jog back to my car. I pop the trunk and pull out the blanket, cooler with the cheese and charcuterie, and a bottle of wine I’d stashed away for a little surprise. As I make my way back, I see the puzzled look on Hunter’s face morph into something warmer, softer when he spots what I’m carrying.

“Wow, you’ve been holding out on me,” he says, his voice tinged with amusement. “When did we turn into those people?”

I smirk, spreading the blanket out on the grass in a secluded spot scoped out the other day. It’s tucked away under a canopy of trees, completely hidden from the rest of the park. The late evening light filters through the branches, casting everything in a warm, golden hue. The air is still, the usual hum of the city muted by the thick foliage surrounding us.

“We didn’t,” I reply, setting the cheese board down in the center of the blanket. “But I figured it was time we did something different. Plus, this spot just seemed perfect for it.”

Hunter sits down beside me, leaning back on his hands as he takes in the view. “You’re not wrong. This is nice.”

“Nice?” I tease, pouring us each a glass of wine. “I’ll have you know I put a lot of thought into this. ‘Nice’ doesn’t cut it.”

He chuckles, accepting the glass I hand him. “Fine, it’s more than nice. It’s perfect.”

“Damn right it is,” I quip, but there’s a warmth in my chest that has nothing to do with the wine.

Hunter lays on his stomach and picks at the cheese and salami. He is so handsome, his blue eyes twinkling in the low light. It's all I can do not to jump on him right here and now.

We settle into a comfortable rhythm, chatting and joking as we sip our wine. There’s no rush, no urgency, just the two of us enjoying each other’s company in this little slice of serenity we’ve found together. It’s natural, easy, like we’ve been doing this forever.

As the sun dips lower in the sky, casting long shadows over the park, Hunter turns to me, a playful glint in his eyes. “So, what’s next on your agenda, Ms. Renna? Do we break out the board games, or is this when you tell me we’re going stargazing?”

I roll my eyes, laughing. “Oh, please. Like you’d ever agree to play a board game.”

“True,” he concedes, taking another sip of wine. “But stargazing, I could be convinced.”

“Who says I want to convince you?” I counter, leaning in a little closer. “Maybe I’ve got something else in mind.”

He raises an eyebrow, intrigued. “Like what?”

Instead of answering, I close the small gap between us, pressing my lips to his in a kiss that’s soft at first, then deepens as he responds, his hand coming up to cradle the back of my head. The world around us fades away, leaving just the two of us in this perfect, hidden spot in the park.

When we finally break apart, we’re both a little breathless, and I can’t help but smile. “Like that,” I whisper.

Hunter looks at me, a mix of affection and desire in his eyes. “I could get used to this.”

“Me too,” I reply, leaning back against the blanket. “But I’ll keep you on your toes. No promises for the next surprise.”

He laughs, the sound warm and genuine, and it fills me with a happiness I didn’t expect to find tonight. We fall into a comfortable silence, the sounds of the park around us—a distant dog barking, the rustle of leaves in the breeze—providing the perfect soundtrack to our little escape.

TWENTY-EIGHT

Hunter

8:01 pm

Frankie's fingers tug at the hem of my shirt, pulling it like a leash to bring me closer. Each touch sends bolts of electricity through me. In return, I slip my hands under the fabric of her top, ensuring it remains in place in case of a sudden need to leave. I cup her full breasts, the warmth and roundness almost undoing me.

The thrill of our surroundings, the risk of being caught, is intoxicating, adding an edge to our desire that's as sharp as it is sweet.

The softness beneath me contrasts with the hardness pressing against my jeans. I can't help but grind against her as a low growl escapes my throat.

I unzip my pants and free my engorged cock, which springs out, looking for work. We're laughing and gasping, the sound mingling with the rustling of leaves and the distant call of a night bird.

Then I pull aside her shorts to find she isn’t wearing any panties. She must have planned ahead. I rub my finger over her slick opening. Swiftly and with ease, I place my dick just inside of the opening I created in her shorts and thrust it into her.

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