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Chapter Thirty-Six

Emma

Hunter steps into the living room, wet hair sticking to his forehead, raspberry towel wrapped around his hips.

I try to pull my jaw from the floor.

Fail.

He stares back withfuck meeyes.

My knees knock together.

My sex clenches.

I forget my satisfaction in favor of the hunger growing below my belly.

I need him again.

I need him like this.

I need him naked.

But I need logic too.

We're still lacking condoms.

And I'm still… uncertain of my limits.

I reach for some hint of sense. Find little.

"Showing off?" It's more awkward than teasing. I'm too flushed and fluttery to tease him properly.

"No." He crosses the room toward me. "This is showing off." He drops his towel.

God, he's hot.

And he's so—

"My eyes are up here, Em."

"Your cock is down there though."

His chuckle fills the space. "Shit, is that where it is?"

I think I nod, but, honestly, I'm not sure.

"I don't want to break your heart, Em, but I brought these too." He waves something in his hand.

A fabric.

It's black.

Or maybe navy.

Really, who cares?

He bends.

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