Page 39 of Unwrapping His Naughty Secret

“I imagined…his breath.”

Hunter presses his face to my belly and exhales.

“Yes…”

“Did you imagine his fingers inside you?”

“Yes…”

Hunter works one big finger in me up to his knuckle, then adds a second. Stretching me for what’s going to come tomorrow or the day after.

It’s well into Christmas Day, now. In a few short hours, everyone is going to wake up.

How long do I have to wait until everyone leaves?

How long until Hunter tells them how he feels about me?

They’ll leave after that.

It’ll be awkward.

They might even label me as trouble.

But it’ll be worth it, because Hunter will bring me back to his bed and he’ll finally make love to me.

“What else, baby girl?”

“I imagined your mouth…licking me…”

He gives me that fantasy, the one that always got me there really fast. The one where licks turn to harder sucks and quick bites and then fluttering passes on my clit, in time with the slow, steady thrusts in and out of me, getting me there, closer closer closer?—

“You,” I cry out, breaking for him. “I imagined you.”

“That’s so beautiful,” he growls before he latches on to my clit and I fall into fireworks, clutching at his head, holding on for dearlife.

Hunter stays on his knees, breathing into my belly and holding me up, until I straighten up and pat his head.

Fatigue rolls through me as I tip my face into the steamy spray.

He waits until I turn back to him, then he takes the shower head wand and uses it to rinse us both off.

He turns the shower off, then grabs an oversized towel and wraps me in it. “Wait here a minute,” he murmurs.

He disappears, then returns with a big robe and another towel, which he slings around his waist after putting the robe on me.

“Back to bed for you,” he whispers.

I get as far as the foot of his bed, and then I sit down there.

He grins at me as he towels off.

We don’t talk.

I just watch him as he finds the silly Christmas PJs Hannah bought everyone. He looks like a candy cane. Like an extra-thick, extra long candy cane.

He doesn’t look embarrassed at all.

Once he’s dressed, he eases me back tomy feet and nudges me through his sitting area and toward his door.

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