The cool, smooth press of glass against her bottom was her first warning they were stepping it up a notch.
She’d always wondered what this toy would be like.
It was…different. Intense. Unyielding.
And ooh, the burn as it slid inside, the widest part of it bigger than his fingers had been.
With a pop, it settled into place.
He rose above her and if the eroticism of the actual act hadn’t turned her into a mess of emotions and desire, the look on his face would have done it—his heavy gaze didn’t move from between her legs, and his lower lip was pulled between his teeth. He slowly reached for the washcloths he’d brought back from the washroom and lovingly wiped away the excess lube before pressing her legs together. He climbed off the bed and held out his hand.
What the heck?
“Serena…” He lifted one eyebrow.
“Hunter!” She reached for his hand, but when he tried to pull her up, she resisted.
“Come on.” He smiled at her like he knew something she didn’t.
“I…” Could she get up? Would it fall out? She tentatively rose to her knees, then climbed off the bed, and with each shift, the plug made itself known. But it didn’t fall out.
It kind of turned her on.
“Oh.” She smiled and rubbed against him. He was still fully clothed, and she was just wearing her t-shirt. That needed to change. “This feels good,” she whispered in clear invitation.
He ignored it and tugged her over to her dresser. He pulled open her underwear drawer and rifled through her lacy things before settling on a black cotton thong with a pretty substantial t-bar. He pressed them into her hand and kissed her forehead. “Put these on.”
She did as instructed. Maybe he just wanted to extend her torture a bit.
That could be hot.
The key point was that she trusted Hunter and he wouldn’t push her out of her comfort zone. And even though she couldn’t bring herself to wave the BDSM flag in front of him, she needed to make sure they were both on the same page with whatever was about to go down. “And they stay on?”
“Until we get back. Is that okay?”
She nodded. “Yep.”
“And if it gets to be too much…”
“I could start a conversation about…my client Howard.”
“A signal.” He grinned. “I like it.”
Oh, God. Her safeword was Howard. And her boyfriend had no clue she had a safeword. But all the safety rules that had once been second nature to her now felt scary and foreign in her chest, and no way could she voice them out loud.
That was probably a sign she wasn’t ready to do anything kinky, but…it was Hunter.
She trusted Hunter.
And that was all that mattered. “I like it, too,” she whispered, and took his hand.
Hunter ledSerena into the sports bar and waved at his friends, who had staked out a big, round booth in the corner.
He introduced her to Quinn Parry and Lt. Jason Steyner, then pointed at Wyatt Henderson and Dylan Gowan who were playing pool nearby.
“Nice to finally meet you,” Quinn said, standing and holding out his hand for Serena. The big, fair-haired oaf was a massive flirt, but he only held Serena’s hand for a moment before giving Hunter an easy smile. “You guys want beer?”
Hunted rubbed a circle in the small of Serena’s back. “Wine, maybe?”
