Page 65 of Reckless Desire

“I like this uninhibited Mrs. Lowe. Why do you hide her?” I kiss her.

Sydney looks away for a moment and her face rearranges with effort. The question must be heavier than I expected. A veil of something I can’t identify shadows her eyes. Is it her late husband?

Or perhaps last night wasn’t the first time the principal was aggressive? Damn it. I hate thinking about other men right now, and clearly she is not ready to talk about it. Yet, I hope.

“What do you want to eat, beautiful?” I navigate us out of the topic dimming our bubble of joy.

She scrunches her mouth to the side, and after careful deliberation says, “Anything, but a lot of it.”

“That’s what you came up with?” I laugh.

“I’m too tired and famished to know.”

At least the veil is gone. Tucked away for now, but I’m not letting the topic go. Just parking it for the time being. Because fuck, she is right—we’re both exhausted.

Fully intending to get up and order breakfast, I brush her lips with mine hastily. Sydney cups the back of my neck and pulls me closer. My cock twitches because apparently the right woman works like Viagra.

Her nails leave a trail of shivers as she drags them languidly down my back. I abandon her lips and give thorough attention to her nipples. And here it goes. Those whimpers—the soundtrack of our date. Of this night. God, I hope I hear them many more times.

Her stomach growls. “Breakfast, Hunter,” she breathes, but keeps her hands in my hair and arches her back.

“You’re distracting me, beautiful.” I push onto my elbows and kiss her forehead before jumping out of the bed to find the room service menu.

I eat Sydney’s pussy as we wait for breakfast to be delivered because it’s my new favorite activity and we need to stay awake.

When the cart with our food arrives, we eat in silence in the living room. After years of constant chatter at every meal—either with Caro, with Ash, with my former clients—sharing silence with Sydney is a gift. It’s not awkward or strained. It is as if the wild, carnal intimacy from the night has seeped into our languorous morning—toned down, but still very deep.

As I study the woman across from me, I realize I want to share silent moments with her beyond today. The realization spreads through my chest, but it also plants a seed of fear in my stomach. I committed to my sister and then to Caroline. Am I ready to protect and take care of another woman?

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Sydney

“It’s helped her a lot. Within a month she’s already at the second grader level, but more importantly she’s made connections with other girls. She has friends and it boosts her confidence. Soon you’ll be driving her around Manhattan for birthday parties.”

I’m lying naked on the sofa with a blanket carelessly tossed over me. Something I would have not believed before last night. Yet here I am, naked for over twelve hours now. And it doesn’t bother me.

In fact, as Hunter rakes his gaze over me, it thrills me. Jesus. The man has unlocked a liberating recklessness in me. At least in this room. For now. And that’s where it will stay.

We slept finally after breakfast and Hunter woke me up with his talented tongue between my legs again. Being awakened by burning arousal and an impending orgasm is now my favorite form of alarm. I wish I could have it delivered this way every morning.

We ate lunch and we’re lounging leisurely now, Hunter massaging my feet because we can’t stop touching each other. And he is the ultimate caregiver.

“I’m grateful you’re her teacher. She hasn’t been this supported since she started school.” He is wearing only a white towel and I’m enjoying my view of the solid mountain of a man.

“Have you taken her to an ophthalmologist since she started school?”

“Yeah, but she doesn’t need glasses.”

“Binocular vision dysfunction can lead to learning difficulties. In fact, it’s often misdiagnosed as dyslexia.”

“I’ve never heard of it.” Concern deepens the lines around his eyes.

“It’s correctable. Severe cases need special prism lenses, but many times a series of exercises helps.”

“I’ll take her to the eye doctor. Look at us. We're like an old married couple, talking about kids.” He tickles my feet and I scoot them to me, push forward and kiss his cheek. Hunter pulls me into his lap.

“I don't mind talking about Caro. She’s important to you and I’m glad I can help her out.” I wrap my arms around his shoulders.

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