Page 135 of Obsession

After a few more strokes, Hunter slaps one of my ass cheeks, and that’s all she wrote. My head spirals as I fall into the abyss. This orgasm feels damn near spiritual.

"Yesss!!!"

He emits a guttural groan as he comes to his release. Then we both fall over and spread out on his 800 thread count sheets, completely spent, with grins on our faces. He smooths back strands of my hair from my sweaty face as we lay on our sides, spooning each other.

“Are you still on the moon?” he asks after a few moments of silence between us, his thumb lightly brushing against one of my nipples.

“No, I don’t think so.”

“You don’t think so?”

“I think I’ve found my quiet here, with you, at least for now.”

He peppers soft kisses on the back of my neck.

“So stay a while.”

His hand moves from my breast and down my body until he reaches between my legs. He languidly plays with my clit. He alternates between gently rubbing it and then squeezing it hard between his fingertips and continues doing so as I gasp in pleasure.

“Stay,” he says again.

“Naomi will worry,” I whisper in between gasps.

“You’re only a few floors away.”

“But I always come home.”

“Not tonight.” He squeezes my clit again.

I let out some sort of sound that’s part pleasure, part plea.

“Okay,” I submit. “I’ll stay.”

“Good girl.”

He slides two of his thick fingers inside my pussy and carefully fucks me with them.

“That’s it,” he spurs me on as I push my hips forward, fucking his fingers back. “Come for me again.”

I bite my lip and squeeze my eyelids shut as my pelvis and Hunter’s hand duke it out for my next orgasm.

Then my cell phone rings.

“Ignore it,” he tells me as my aching pussy begs to be satisfied. “Ignore it, and I’ll let you come,” he chuckles with self-satisfaction.

My phone rings a second time, and I get a foreboding feeling that I can’t quite shake. People rarely call me back-to-back like this. Not even Naomi. She’d leave a hostile text. And even though the night has been magical and frighteningly normal between us, there’s always trouble when it comes to me and this man. Why should tonight be any different?

“I think I need to take it,” I exhale harshly, frustrated that someone is interrupting what was probably going to be another epic orgasm.

His fingers still.

“If you take that call, I’ll make sure that you won’t be able to walk during tomorrow night’s shift.”

“I’ve got to take it,” I say, standing my ground. I don’t recognize the number, but my gut tells me I should pick it up.

Hunter storms out of the bedroom and walks into his living room as I take the call. He’s completely nude, and I get a glimpse of his tightly muscular butt as he walks away. He’s a beautiful man, and I could stare at him all day. I wonder when he finds the time to work out.

I press the home button of my cell phone and regret it as soon as I say hello. When will I learn that my gut can rarely be trusted?

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