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“All I need is to hear you come,” he insists. When I rub my thumb over his crown, he hisses. “Do as you’re fucking told.”

When I don’t move fast enough, he pinches my clit just hard enough to send more tingles shooting up my spine. I yelp, then raise my arms up and over my shoulders so I can wrap them around his neck.

As Hunter’s hands work my body, I fall into a hypnotic rhythm, moving against him and through the warm water that caresses my skin. The water gets choppier, my breathing louder as his hands work faster. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to last. I can’t last.

“Hunter,” I moan as ripples of pleasure build into an unstoppable wave.

“Come for me, Maddie.”

My teeth clench, and I can only nod. Intense heat radiates from where his fingers invade and pleasure me, rising up through my belly as I clench and jerk at his touch. Mybreath catches in my throat as a white-hot rush sweeps through me. I tip back my head and release a guttural cry. And there’s only one man’s name on my lips.

“Hunter!” I scream. “Oh… Just… Oh, my god!”

On and on it goes, taking me with it. I dig my fingers into his neck just to stop myself from floating away.

When the wave slowly recedes, Hunter keeps his finger inside me, and his other hand continues to apply pressure to my clit. He isn’t going to stop. He shows no mercy as he keeps rubbing and massaging and teasing. I’ve only just caught my breath when another wave hits me, and I don’t think I can stand it. I know I can’t as my next orgasm hits and Hunter pulls his finger out of my ass, adding a whole new level to the sensations rushing through me.

“Hunter!” I scream as every bone in my body dissolves.

Strong arms wrap around my ruined body, and as I collapse against him, I begin to sob. I don’t know why exactly I’m crying. I just need to, and Hunter lets me weep until the water goes cold.

Chapter 13

Hunter

“Ihear you’ve persuaded Hugo to sell,” Ash says.

My cell is pressed to my ear, blocking out the hum of the jet’s engines as I stare at my future wife. She’s absorbed in whatever book she’s reading on her phone, but even so, I don’t want to say too much in front of her. It’s not that I don’t think Maddie could handle what I have planned for Hugo, but it would be easier if she found out after the fact. “It’s looking that way,” I tell my brother.

“And the sister?”

Maddie continues to read, but her eyebrow arches a touch, confirming my suspicion. She can hear what Ash is saying. “I’m working on that too.”

There’s a snigger in the background, and then my brother’s best friend speaks up. “Tell Hunter to enjoy the best hospitality Moncrief hotels can offer. And he’ll be pleased to know there are two fluffy bathrobes in his suite.”

“Tell Rory to fuck off,” I say, my jaw locked. I had been tempted to use another hotel chain, but that would have raised too many red flags for my ever-suspicious older brother. I’d hoped Rory would be too preoccupied withbusiness in Scotland to take an interest in where I was spending the night, and with whom.

There’s silence down the line, and I wince as I imagine Rory showing Ash the booking. There’s a hiss as my brother sucks air through his teeth. “Jesus, Hunter. Are you fucking her?”

“No,” I reply quickly and easily. It’s technically true, but I’m glad Ash can’t see Maddie’s smirk.

While my brother continues to give me an ear full, I stand up and move to the back of the plane, nodding at the two extra men I’ve brought along. My other brothers have remained in Brimstage so they can respond quickly if Barrett makes a move elsewhere.

“I can’t believe you’re taking Maddison Corbyn to Vegas with you,” Ash continues. “On what planet is that a good move? Is she going to tag along for your meeting tonight?”

“No, she has business of her own,” I say.

“You should have taken Jake with you.”

“He’s not my type.”

I know Ash is only thinking of my safety, but in this particular instance, it’s me protecting our head of security. The less Jake knows, the better.

“Trust me, Ash. I know what I’m doing.”

“Something doesn’t feel right,” my brother says as his bullshit detector comes online. “I’m starting to think we should just let this one pass, Hunter. We didn’t choose this project, Barrett chose it for us, and we haven’t had nearly enough time to complete due diligence.”

“That might be so, but the mill has plenty of potential. It’s Hugo’s mismanagement that’s been strangling its profit margins. I want to seeit through.”