Chapter Seven
Serena foldeda second little black dress into her carry-on suitcase. They weren’t leaving for a few days yet but she liked to pack ahead of time. And re-pack.
She narrowed her eyes at the three pairs of shoes sitting on the floor, waiting for their verdicts. In addition to the dresses, she was also taking leather leggings and a barely there halter top, plus jeans and a few t-shirts for when she wasn’t happily slutting it up for Hunter’s enjoyment. All of those could go with one pair of shoes…but which one?
As she mulled over the shoe question, she zipped up the suitcase and set it against her bedside table. That dragged her attention to the wooden box next to her lamp that now contained her very first sex toys, courtesy of her amazing boyfriend, and blushed. Yes, she’d dress up for him. Strip down for him. Wear ridiculous heels.
Whatever Hunter wanted, he could have from her. She was his in every way.
Right on command, the front door opened. Hunter let himself into the house and called out her name.
“I’m in the bedroom packing!”
She listened as he moved through the living room, her pulse picking up as he got closer. She was almost breathless by the time he loomed large in the doorway. “Hey.”
He turned her into a terrible flirt. She fluttered her eyelashes at him and laughed gently as he gave her an exaggerated once over before chuckling himself. But the low rumble didn’t do anything to douse the flames. If anything, the connection they had was stronger because they could laugh at themselves, laugh at the ridiculous heat between them.
And now their shared secret. She waved her hand at the box. “I assume I should pack those things?”
He prowled closer, crowding against her back. “I should make you wear the plug on the plane.” She meeped at the thought of having to explainthatto a TSA agent. His next chuckle was right against the sensitive skin at the base of her neck as he pressed her forward over the bed. “Hands down. Ass out.”
She gasped as he flipped up her skirt.
“Serena, you’ve been holding out on me.” His palm circled one butt cheek, then the other, his fingers teasing the bare skin along the edge of her panties.
“How so?” Her voice caught on the two little syllables.
“There’s dirty and extra dirty. That’s what you said to me.”
Heat bloomed inside her. “Yes.”
“That’s creative word play, isn’t it? Were you trying to avoid telling me about…your preferred kind of…” His hand stopped right on the fleshy curve where her hip met her thigh. “Kink?”
“No…” she lied, breathless with excitement.
“Is this where some other asshole would spank you for lying?”
She closed her eyes and nodded.
“I’m not like that, beautiful.” He traced the line of her underwear again, from one hip, curving across the top of her cheek, and down into her crease. “I don’t get off on punishing you.”
She couldn’t breathe. Oh, God.
“I get off on watching you come, though. And I’ve been doing some research. Do you know what a forced orgasm machine is?”
Holy shit. She dropped her face to the bed and groaned.
Hunter didn’t say anything.
He didn’t do anything, either.
Her breath still ragged in her chest, she slowly twisted her face to the side. Nothing.
She pulled away from him, and he held on tight, but then she felt it…a quiet, shaking laugh.
“Jesus, Hunter!”
He laughed out loud and picked her up, dumping her further into the middle of the bed, then crawled after her. “Scared you?”
