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With Hunter’s teasing, I didn’t know I was drawing nearer until my climax was right on top of me, and I cried out as I went over the edge, pleasure hitting me in waves. Two thrusts later, heat burst through my channel as Hunter followed me over.

We both panted hard, Hunter holding on to the edge of the pool, bracketing me in and stopping me from sinking under the water. My limbs had gone limp, all the energy wiped from me.

“Fuck, we’re doing this every year,” Hunter said into the shell of my ear. Then he began pressing kisses along my jawline as he slowly pulled out of me.

“You only get one honeymoon.” I laughed. “But feel free to step it up for our anniversary next year.”

“Luxury hotel in southern France with an all-inclusive honeymoon suite,” Hunter listed off as he pulled me through the water toward the steps. “You’ll bleed me dry before we make it to year five.”

“Well, you’re going to have to start saving up, then,husband,” I purred, straddling him as he sat on the steps.

“You better make it worth it, then,wife,” Hunter returned, snaking his hand up the side of my waist. He brushed his fingers over the ample curve under my breast, and despite the warm French air, my nipples instantly hardened.

“I think that won’t be too much trouble.” I slide my hand up Hunter’s thigh, resting beside his friend, who was beginning to come back to life. “Move up a step.” I slid a finger up the underside of his dick.

Hunter’s eyes darkened with hunger as he dragged both of us up to the shallower step, just enough so that his waist was now sitting out of the water.

I slid off his lap as he watched my every move. Then I pushed Hunter’s legs apart and knelt on the step below, positioning my head above the tip of his erection.

I felt a need for revenge as I saw the need growing in Hunter’s face and he gave a low, demanding growl.

I pursed my lips as I sucked the pre-come off the tip, pressing my tongue into the slit and making Hunter hiss. Then I slid down to the base of his dick and skimmed my tongue along the underside then back up, hearing Hunter’s growl deepen.

“Stop fucking teasing me, woman,” Hunter moaned out as I nipped him gently.

“Don’t tell me what to do.” I squeezed around his base, and Hunter snarled.

When I flashed him a wicked grin, he opened his mouth, no doubt wanting to tell me off again. However, I encircled my mouth around him, and his words were lost in a groan.

I took as much of him as I could, relaxing my throat so he could go in deeper. Then I bobbed my head up and down, mixing between sucking and licking as I worked his base with my hand.

I felt a pinch of pain as Hunter’s hand tangled in my wet hair, guiding me up and down his shaft. He didn’t push, his control seeming to hang by a thread. Seeing him on the edge because of me turned me on so much that it made me want to push.

I hummed at the back of my throat as Hunter pushed deeply inside me, the vibrations rippling against his dick. That was all it took.

“Fuck,” I heard Hunter say, his grip tightening in my hair, taking full control of my movements.

He bucked his hips and moved faster with every thrust. I lifted my back, enabling myself to take more of him. Hunter groaned his appreciation through hot, panting breaths as he closed in on his climax.

He was near the edge when I hummed again, the vibrations creating that last push.

“Fuck!” Hunter growled, his hot come spilling down my throat as I swallowed every drop.

When he untangled his hand from my hair, I looked up at him with a smile and said, “Now, who isn’t the quiet one?”

Hunter shook his head before reaching out his hand. “Get your ass onto my lap now.”

I did as I was told, my nipples pressing up against his hard chest, snaking my hand down over the firebird tattoo covering his heart.

“I still love this,” I said softly, tracing the inscription.

“You better,” Hunter retorted. “You’re getting one right next to it.”

“What?” I asked, looking up. “You’re getting a tattoo for me?”

“Not sure what it’s gonna be yet, but I need you on me, Mallory. Need you there permanently. And you’re gonna get one, too. No buts. I want my name carved on your ass, so everyone knows it’s mine.”

I had never thought about getting a tattoo, not liking anything enough to consider having it permanently etched into my skin. The idea of seeing Hunter’s name there every day for the rest of my life, telling everyone that I was his, had me reconsidering it.

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