Page 44 of Hunter

I pressed my thumb against her clit and began rubbing it in circles, making her groan.

“You going to come for me, sweetheart?” I whispered in her ear.

Through her gasps and panting, she couldn’t form words. With that glazed sheen in her eyes, though, I knew she was one more thrust from going over.

“Then come.” I thrust my fingers inside in one fluid motion and felt her walls squeeze like a vice around them.

“Hunter!” she cried out, and my body surged with primal satisfaction.

I moved my fingers in and out of her as she rode out her orgasm, and when her tremoring body turned limp, her chest still panting and eyes dazed with pleasure, I pulled my fingers out and made sure she was looking when I put them in my mouth and sucked.

“Sweet as icing.” I grinned, watching her rounded eyes, her focus on each of my fingers sliding in and out of my mouth as I went back for a second suck, making sure I managed to get all her sweet juices.

“Holy shit, that’s hot,” she said, her limbs sliding from around my back and dropping onto the rumpled sheets.

I chuckled, hiding the fact I was a little disheartened to leave her when she was completely naked, presented on the bed, and all I wanted to do was fuck her.

Unfortunately for me, I still had my mission.

I crawled off her body, fighting every urge to go back and nuzzle my face between those round globes and let my dick fly free between her legs.

I stepped off the bed and began shuffling her clothes into a pile on the floor with my feet, careful not to catch Mallory’s gaze as she stared up at the ceiling, reeling from the most amazing orgasm I had graced her with. I wasn’t arrogant, but I had been told more than enough times that I could please a woman, and pleased she was.

I found her shirt and bra too close to the bed for my liking. I didn’t remember them coming off, though it worked out in my favor. Had I not been caught up in our hot frenzy, I might have thrown them off into one pile. However, I hadn’t cared so long as those clothes cameoff.

And now my mission was to make sure those clothes stayed off.

Oh, hell yeah, these clothes were gonna burn.

Chapter Sixteen

Mallory

As I lay there, basking in the aftermath of the mother of all orgasms, the little voice in my head chose to open its mouth. It asked a pretty reasonable question. A reasonable question that led to a very unreasonable response.

“Where are you going?” I asked, and Hunter paused in the doorway, looking over his shoulder.

He was still fully dressed while I lay there, sprawled spread eagle on the bed. I knew I should probably get to the whole oh-my-God-what-have-I-just-donedilemma, but the longer Hunter stayed quiet, the more suspicious I became.

I sat up, ready to reach down for my clothes, when …

Hunter stormed out of the room, and with him, were my clothes. Not just the clothes I had been wearing, but he also had my suitcase.

“Oh, fuck no!” I shrieked. “HUNTER, DON’T YOU DARE!”

I ran for the door, more than ready to run out, until I heard Kay’s and Anna’s voices coming from downstairs. I didn’t want to scare the two women who had been nice to me since I had arrived.

My eyes darted around the room, but I had nothing to put on, and my clothes were seconds from doom.

“Fuck it.” I grabbed the bedsheet and wrapped it around me as best I could, picking up the hem so I wouldn’t trip, and then made a dash for the stairs.

I made it in time to see the last of my clothes thrown onto the live fireplace. I should have been grateful he hadn’t thrown my now empty suitcase in along with it, but even when they had pinched, grabbed, and slipped down, they had still been my clothes. Now I was watching them burn.

Hunter turned around to see me staring at him in disbelief. He wore one of those satisfied expressions on his face, as if what he had done was completely justified and said, “I don’t make idle threats.”

As the shock wore off, I began to feel the heat of rage begin to take flight. Kay and Anna, who were sitting in the second sitting room with Adair, must have noticed it, too, as Kay grabbed Adair and Anna, who looked more than eager to see the bloodbath about to occur, and dragged them back into the backyard.

“You son of a bitch!” I screamed, storming toward him in my sheet.

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