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Hunter nods. "I've already had the pleasure of finding out what you can do with your mouth, but I've been dying to taste you."
He lies on the couch, and I walk toward him.
"Take it off." Mark's voice is sharp and commanding, coming from behind me, and I gasp a little in surprise. He's usually sweet and a little reserved, but the man can clearly crack a whip when he needs to.
Oh, fuck, do I love a filthy teddy bear.
I turn around quickly, facing Mark again. Paul has moved to a seat behind the table, and although he hasn't said a word, he watches me intently. I reach to my side, loosening the knot that holds my dress together. One quick pull and it drops to the floor. My gaze never leaves Mark's as I reach between my breasts and unclasp the tiny rhinestone front closure. I slip my hands through the straps and drop the lacy bra to the floor as my breasts fall free.
A quick intake of breath comes from the corner where Paul sits, but Mark commands my attention.
"Holy fuck, Skylar," Mark rasps.
I raise my eyebrows in surprise as he breaks character.
A sudden movement from behind startles me as Hunter jumps off the couch and runs to stand next to Mark. He stares at mynaked breasts, and I bite my lip when he licks his lips like he can't wait to get his mouth on me.
"What happened to your panties, Ms. Miller?" Hunter asks after a moment of silence.
"I never got them back after the exit interview," I answer sweetly.
Mark shrugs as Hunter's accusing gaze swings to him. "Company property."
I bite my lip to hide my smile as Hunter's eyes narrow at Mark like he wishes he’d thought of that.
Hunter grabs my hand and pulls me over to the couch. He lies down along the entire length, and I hesitate, not sure where I'm supposed to go.
"Sit on my face, Ms. Miller."
"What?" I ask, genuinely horrified and definitely not willing to smother him with my vagina. "Um, no."
Hunter frowns. "Excuse me?"
My cheeks heat. I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.
"Skylar."
I turn quickly toward Paul as my name rolls off his tongue. His eyes drop to my breasts, and my nipples instantly pucker under the intensity of his gaze.
He swallows hard before speaking again. "Do as Mr. Warner asks, Ms. Miller."
Paul's deep, commanding voice leaves no room for argument, yet...
"But I'll crush him," I protest, knowing it's not in the rules, but unable to contemplate what they’re asking me to do.
"Oh, please." Hunter tugs on my hand, turning me around quickly.
He pulls me down on top of him and slams his lips to mine in a punishing kiss. One knee is up on the couch, but the rest of mybody is splayed awkwardly across his. He tugs me flat against him as if I weigh nothing.
I give in to his kiss, lying naked on his hard body, his cock thickening against my thigh through the fabric of his pants. His tongue tortures me with promises, and I'm back in the moment. He's my sexy boss, whom I have to obey. If he wants me to ride his face, well,giddy-up, Mr. Warner.
He slaps my ass cheek hard, and it's like a direct hit to my core. I moan loudly against his mouth, and he breaks away.
"Sit on my face, Ms. Miller," Hunter says softly but sternly.
I eye his mouth one more time before crawling up and straddling his face, hovering so I don't put all my weight on him. He growls and grips my thighs, pulling me down hard.
"Yes!" I call out my pleasure when his tongue finds my sensitive clit. "Oh, God, fuck!"
