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I nod once and sit back down. Hunter rubs his jaw. “Everyone has a breaking point and considering I’m in a relationship with three other people–even if it’s just three of us sharing one woman–I can’t help but wonder if one of us is going to crack.”

“I see.”

“Lief is already retiring and I’m so damn jealous. He gets to be with her, gets to be alive without dealing out punishments and ... I don’t want to be my father, I don’t want to be my mother, but how do I know what path to choose?”

“You know what path to choose, Hunter,” I say with confidence.

“You’re just saying that because-”

“Because I believe it. You have continued with counseling to be a better person. You are always protecting and supporting those around you. Maybe it’s time to look at whatyouwant. You deserve a future of your own, one that makes you feel whole and complete. Give that to yourself. Don’t back away from it.”

“I don’t know,” he snorts.

“What’s stopping you from doing online schooling? What’s stopping you from exploring every hobby you love and sharing it with those around you? Nothing,” I insist. “Only you. There is more to life than supporting the dreams of others. When it comes down to it, you deserve to have selfish moments–moments where you invest in you and the future you want,” I insist.

He nods.

We continue on that train of thought for the rest of the session. When I wrap up, Hunter grabs my hips and pulls me against him. I gasp and put my hands against his chest. “Hunt, we can’t-”

“You put your underwear in my pocket, I know you have that damn pearl-chain underwear on, and your passion ... how the hell am I supposed to keep my hands off you?” He growls.

I whimper. “You don’t know-”

He slides his knee between my legs, backing me up to my desk, and I can’t help but grind on him. I whimper and Hunter kisses me. His tongue in my mouth, the love in his kiss has me so dizzy, I don’t realize his hand is under my skirt until he tightens the pearls over my clit.

“Oh, I know you too well, Dorogaya.” He keeps playing with the panties until I’m riding the edge of an orgasm. I know we’re not supposed to do this here. I could get in trouble, so much trouble, but I whine against his chest and Hunter nods. “I know you want to come.”

“So much,” I rasp. “But I need you inside me for that.”

“When’s your next appointment?” he demands.

“An hour.”

Hunter pushes my skirt up over my hips and sets me on my desk. I pull at his pants as he continues kissing my neck. His other hand cups my breast through my shirt and I barely hide my moan. He shoves my legs apart with his free hand, then thrusts inside me.

I shudder and grip him hard. “Hunter, you feel so good. In so many ways. Such a good man.”

“You make me better,” he growls against my lips before kissing me and continuing to play with the pearls. He groans. “These are my new favorite underwear.”

“This is naughty,” I rasp.

“It’s the only right way to use your new desk,” he argues while pushing me down. I sit right back up. I want to feel him, to touch him as much as possible.

Hunter groans and moves with me. It’s desperate, needy, overwhelming. I can’t get enough. I try to push my orgasm down, try to control myself, but Hunter bites my bottom lip and meets my eyes. “Come now.”

I bite his throat as I come apart, letting the ecstasy rip through me and carry me somewhere far away. He groans and pulls out, stroking his cock while panting. I drop to my knees and suck him into my mouth.

“Fuck, Valerie,” he hisses, while gripping my hair.

I give him everything he needs, licking, sucking, teasing him with soft flicks of my tongue until he comes apart, filling my throat as he braces himself on the desk behind me and grinds into my throat.

Drawing back, I swallow, then let Hunter help me up. He puts me back together and walks toward the door, but I catch his shirt and draw him back to me. “I meant it, Hunter. Hobbies are good–the non-lethal kind–and they can do a lot for you. You are one of the best men I know and you deserve to feel happy and whole.”

He kisses me. “You’re going to join me reading soon.”

“Reading, doing reenactments of wars or battles, watching documentaries. We can do it all. We can even learn how to build miniature models together,” I promise.

Hunter presses his forehead to mine. “I love you, dorogaya.”

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