Page 85 of Hunter

I pulled on his hair, wanting more of him, when I suddenly found myself shifting, and I was lying on my back on the couch with Xavier on top of me.

I looked up at him, my mouth dry.

Fuck, even the way he manhandled me was arousing.

“I had every intention of being good this morning,” he told me. “I would have come in, given you a chaste kiss, and treated you to breakfast. But you look so fucking tempting. I need a taste. You’ll let me have a taste, won’t you?”

And to make his intentions clear, his hand had moved down my body and was now cupping my pussy through my dress.

He squeezed me, and I closed my eyes, only to open them seconds later when he shifted his fingers across my clit.

“Xavier, please,” I said. I was so close. So close.

“Can I taste you, baby?” he asked.

I let my hand reach for his forearms, my blunt nails running down the skin roughly, turning it white, before leaving a pink trail behind. “Please.”

He smiled, showing teeth.

I shivered, both from anticipation and wariness.

Leaning down, he kissed me once more, this one so different from our first.

It wasn’t frantic or desperate.

It was sweet, a whisper of his lips against mine that had me craving more. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him to me, tightening my grip when I felt him attempt to shift away.

He chuckled against my lips and kissed me once more.

There he was.

There was the sweet man I had woken next to yesterday. The man who made me feel safe and protected, though admittedly, I also love this rougher, darker side of him.

I loved all the versions Xavier was presenting to me, but a small voice in my head whispered, which one of these versions was actually the real one?

I didn’t know, and when he started to kiss his way down my body, I didn’t care.

I closed my eyes, my hands following him as he kissed me between my breasts, still left exposed, down to the flat of my belly through the thin fabric of the dress.

He bunched it up toward my waist, pulling back a little and taking in my plain baby pink panties.

His fingers pressed down on my clit through the panties, and my leg twitched in response.

“Fucking cute,” he said, making me blush.

I should have worn something sexier.

I didn’t have anything sexier, I reminded myself.

I frowned a little, and Xavier pulled the fabric to the side suddenly, exposing my bare pussy to his gaze for the first time and drawing my attention back to him.

“Lost you there for a moment, didn’t I?” he asked.

I licked my lips, unable to answer.

“It’s okay,” he said, his voice velvety smooth. “It’s my job to make sure you focus on nothing else but me and what I’m doing to you. And Ryleigh?” He looked up and met my eyes. “I’ll fucking excel at this job.”

I had no doubts about it.

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