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My chest tightens.

“What have you done, Hunter?”

He pulls me gently into his arms, nuzzling his face into the side of my neck.

“God, I’ve missed your smell. I couldn't breathe when I thought there was a chance that I'd lost you forever.”

I close my eyes, reveling in his touch.

“Please don’t do anything you’ll regret, Hunter.”

His hand gently eases under my sleep shirt, tracing the length of my spine with his fingers.

“That’s the thing, baby, when it comes to you and ensuring your safety, there’s nothing I could do that I’d ever regret.”

Chapter 10

I Don’t Fucking Share

MEGAN

“Yesss, right there.”

Hunter’s strong arms are completely underneath me, cradling my ass and hips as my legs languidly drape over his shoulders.

He is eating me out with a careful touch, making sure not to press too hard with his tongue or mistakingly graze me with his teeth. Like everything since I’ve been home, his handling of me is with kid gloves.

I don’t mind it.

It still feels good.

But this isn’t how Hunter makes love to me. He’s holding back, likereallyback. Almost as if he’s scared to break me.

I arch my back as the pleasure of my impending orgasm winds down my spine and settles softly between my legs.

“God, yes,” I hiss.

It’s not a cataclysmic orgasm, but still one that leaves me lightheaded as Hunter massages my inner thighs, making sure to draw out my release.

When he gives me a brief kiss on my left thigh to mark the end of our lovemaking, that’s when I know it’s time for me to speak up.

“What are you doing?” I ask as he walks over to use our ensuite bathroom.

“Peeing.”

“Why?”

“Because I have to pee?” he says casually.

“You’re not done.”

He peeks his head out of the bathroom door to look at me. “You came, didn’t you?”

“But you didn’t come, and we didn’t have sex.”

“I’ve got a meeting back at the club. I’m sorry.”

I pull the covers up to my chin, my knees bent.

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