Page 72 of Not in My Book

His hands were shaking slightly, like he couldn’t control himself but was trying to. He slipped my dress over my head and pushed me gently on my back, his gaze darkening as it roamed over my body. As I watched, he stripped off his shirt and dress pants before settling between my thighs.

He cleared his throat. “Your turn.”

Of course I’d thought about what Hunter looked like under his button up shirts. But nothing I’d dreamt about compared to the reality. My hands flew to his back, desperate to feel his muscles work under my palms. He planted kisses up the side of my neck, until he reached behind my ear. He kissed the same spot over and over until I couldn’t take it. With a gasp, I tried to push his briefs off, but he brushed my hands aside, chuckling. “Eager?”

“Shut up,” I said, breathless, finding his mouth.

Nothing was as sweet as kissing Hunter. No one had ever kissed me with such urgency and tenderness, like they were bordering on the line of self-control. His tongue slipped against mine, his hands sliding up the side of my body. He reached behind me to unhook my bra and tossed it off.

To my surprise, Aiden interrupted. “My turn.” I’d expected him to drag his feet and to have to force him to write a few words. Not for him to be so eager to jump in. I shifted my legs underneath my laptop, feeling a little breathless with anticipation.

“I knew you’d be this perfect in real life,” he said. His eyes drifted back up to mine, studying me as they went, as if they were trying to memorize every detail about this moment. His mouth covered mine again as his hand moved down to slide his thumb across my nipple. I hissed out a breath, slightly arching my back at the sensation.

“Real life?” I asked.

“Don’t act like you haven’t been the star of every one of my fantasies,” he said with a wry smile.

“Really?” I asked, a tinge hopeful.

“Really. I’ve wanted you exactly like this for so long. Longer than you know,” he murmured against my mouth, his voice rumbling.

“I’ll go,” I said quickly, before he could start typing. I vaguely wondered if he could hear my breaths coming faster as my chest rose up and down. My eyes were glued to my screen, hanging onto Aiden’s every word, and I could only hope he felt a fraction of what I was feeling right now.

His eyes stared down at me, intense. “Do you ever think aboutme?” he asked.

“All the time,” I whispered. “When I’m in the shower. When I’m lying in my bed all alone.”

“Fuck,” he bit out, pressing his mouth back to mine. He cradled my jaw in his hand, pulling me up toward him. He pulled back for a second, licking his thumb and index finger before coming back to me.

His wet fingers found my nipple, pinching, pulling, sending heat right down to my core.

“Oh fuck, Hunter, if you keep doing that—”

“My turn,” he rasped. I pressed my thighs together, trying to relieve the pressure. I wasn’t sure if I was more turned on by his words or the image of him sitting and writing, slowly losing control like I was.

“What? You’ll come for me just like I want you to?” His gaze had shifted down to my breasts, watching me writhe against his fingers. Then his mouth moved down my chest until his mouth covered my nipple, taking it between his teeth.

“My turn.” I tried to control my breathing. Part of me registered that maybe I should be embarrassed, but my mind was clouded with images of Aiden. My thighs pressed together under the laptop, wishing I could hang up the phone and close my laptop so I could be alone and get rid of this ache.

I nodded, already so close to the edge that I could taste it. I closed my eyes, letting the pleasure wash over me—

—when he yanked his hands and mouth away. He took my hand that was curled in the sheets and guided it down my stomach to the top of my panties. “Show me what you do when you think of me.”

I slid just the tips of my fingers into my panties, teasing myself, looking up at Hunter through my lashes. “Do you want to hear what I think about, too?”

He was sitting back on his heels now, rubbing his length through his briefs. His jaw clicked, then he nodded.

“My go-to fantasy,” I whispered, slipping my hand fully into my panties, feeling the slick between my legs. “Is in our office. I say something rude, and you say something just as rude back. Finally you’ve had enough of me and grab my arm.”

I gasped when my fingers reached my sensitive bud. I teased the area around it, not yet ready to give myself that pleasure.

“I want these off,” he said through gritted teeth, tugging at the fabric at my hips. I lifted my hips in time and in one quick move, I was fully bare in front of him. His eyes narrowed on my hand and he gritted, “Spread your legs.”

I eased my thighs apart as I teased myself. “You pull me out of my chair, your jaw tense and eyes blazing like they are now.” I gave in and circled my clit just once. “Fuck,” I sighed.

His hand slipped into his briefs, and he shuddered at the first stroke.

“You say, ‘I’m tired of that mouth of yours.’ I pout, and you aren’t able to take your gaze away from my mouth. Then I lick my lips and you inhalesharply. I lean in closely and say, ‘This mouth can do other things besides talk.’ Your eyes don’t widen—you aren’t even surprised. They just darken, completely focusing on my lips. Then you say, ‘Well, get to work.’ ”

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