Page 11 of Unwrapping His Naughty Secret

His hand goes firm on my ribcage. He groans, low and dark, and his hips jerk, pushing his thick cock harder against my body.

Just for a second.

But then, as if he’s gone right to the edge of something dangerous, he freezes.

He inhales slowly, dragging in air as he presses his face into my neck.

And then his touch slides away from my breasts, his fingers trailing back down to my waist. They catch on the waistband of my jeans, and there’s a deep tug inside my belly, shooting want straight betweenmy legs, straight to where I’m pressed against his thigh. I rock my hips. Even as I know he’s putting a stop to this, I can’t stop myself from taking a final desperate bit of pleasure.

“Sweetness…” He drags in another, rougher breath and braces himself against the wall, his hands on either side of me now. His whole body shudders. “We have to stop.”

“I’m sorry.” I scramble to the side, under his arm and away from him. And somehow I manage to pace down the alley, even though my legs feel like they’re made of jelly right now.

“Don’t be sorry.” He comes up behind me and sets his hands on my shoulders. Squeezes. Kisses the top of my head. “It’s just that we’re in public, and…”

“I got carried away.”

“We both did. That was…” He curses under his breath. “I wasn’t expecting that. You are incredible. That was, without a doubt, the best kiss of my entire life. I had no right enjoying it as much as I did.”

“Really?” I turn around.

He looks down at me with a surprisedexpression that turns guarded as he searches my face. “Was it not good for you?”

“Oh. No, it wassogood for me. You are…” I puff out my cheeks and laugh. “So fucking hot, pardon my French.”

He laughs, too. “Okay. Good. I wanted it to be good for you. I… You…” He strokes my cheek with his knuckles.

A car horn on the street interrupts whatever he was going to say next.

He steps back and holds out his hand. “Can I walk you to the library front door?”

I slide my fingers through his. “I would love that. Thank you.”

Chapter 4

Hunter

I’ve fucked up.As I watch her walk into the library, I know without a shadow of a doubt that if I see this girl again, I’m putting a ring on her too-young, too-sweet, too-perfect finger. Fuck, I’m already picturing putting babies in her soft little belly.

I want all of her firsts. I want to be all of her onlys.

I’m almost twenty years older than her, and if I steal the best years of her life by keeping her for myself, I’ll never forgive myself later on, when she regrets not having a very differentlife a younger man could give her.

There is only one option in front of me, and I fucking hate it.

Chapter 5

Cara

I floatthrough my three hours of tutoring. I’m so tempted to pull out my phone and fire off a quick thank-you message to Hunter, but the flow of kids is non-stop, and I figure it’s probably good not to bethateager.

Plus, just in case he’s online when I message him, I’d rather be alone in my dorm room if we end up exchanging dozens of messages the way we did last night.

My cheeks feel like they’re on fire by the time I get back to campus.

I called himDaddy.And heliked it.

I race up the stairs and throw myself through my door, locking it behind me for good measure.

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