“Hunter.” He wiggled his hips, finding his knot able to slide free. “I already know I can make you come. Let me hear my name on your lips before we go back to reality.”
“Make me.” I had a very strict policy of fakingnothing. If a partner couldn’t force the sounds out of me, they didn’t get to have them.
Hunter’s eyes gleamed as he dropped to his knees and hooked my thighs over his shoulders. “All right.”
His tongue on my cunt had me arching with a cry. Good god. The man ate pussy like it was his job. I couldn’t have caught my breath to form his name even if I wanted to. Instead, I was reduced to panting and a death grip on his hair.
He pulled back before I could tumble over the edge, giving me only slow, lapping licks. “Say it.”
My desperate whine shot tension through him, and he bowed to his task once more. How was I supposed to give him what he wanted when I could barely remembermyname, let alone his?
“Please,” I whimpered.
He slowed again and kissed the inside of my thigh. “Close, but not quite.”
I growled, trying to nudge his face back where it belonged, but he only laughed. His tongue glided from cunt to clit, his gaze holding me hostage when I dared to look down. I hated getting edged. I wanted my pleasure, and I wanted it now. “Please.”
“Two more syllables and it’s all yours.” He sucked hard and I rose up, as if controlled by puppet strings, with every torturous lick.
Fuck it.
“Hunter,please.”
He didn’t move an inch, pouring his all into getting me off now that I had given him what he wanted. I detonated with a feral cry and a rush of slick, clamping my thighs around his head.
I was half delirious by the time Hunter got to his feet and braced his hands on each side of me on the desk. “I’d go for another round, but your legs were shaking so hard, I’m worried you’ll get a cramp.”
I laughed, lying there limp and sated. He wasn’t wrong about that being a concern.
He smelled like a peony garden had exploded all over him, and his shirt was soaked. For the moment I didn’t care, I actuallylikedhaving my scent covering him while I was in this lustful haze. I hooked my fingers into the collar and pulled him in, indulging myself in lazy kisses while I recovered.
Hunter purred against my mouth.
“I don’t think de-scenter is going to be enough to cover the slick on your shirt,” I commented.
“I have a whole wardrobe here, so I’m not worried about that. I might keep the shirt as a trophy.”
A helpless giggle tumbled out of me. “You’re ridiculous.”
“It’s part of my charm.” He kissed me again and helped me sit up. “To be clear, I’m not chasing you out of here. Stay as long as you like, even if that’s to the end of the party. I have to shower your slick off before I go back down there, which I wouldn’t at all, if I weren’t the host. You’re welcome to use anything in the bathroom for yourself.”
I slid to my feet and dipped into the bathroom, closing the door behind me so I could pee in peace. I spared a few moments getting myself presentable, though I could only do so much. The foundation in my clutch covered the marks he put on my throat, and he surprisingly had some dry shampoo so I could take care of the sweat we’d worked up, but everything beyond that was a lost cause.
I disappeared while he was in the shower, carefully making my way back to the party.
Meadow located me while I was halfway through a glass of water. “There you are. Did you develop invisibility powers?”
“Apparently. Are you still doing okay?”
“I think I’ve hit my limit on time without my baby, but you’re totally free to stay.”
“No, that’s okay. I’ll go home with you and love on my sapling. The boys can stay out late. Besides, it’s hot as balls in here with all these people, and I need a shower.”
Meadow sniffed me. “Why do you smell like rain?”
Fuck.
“New perfume. I got a sample pack at the mall, tossed it in my clutch and used it to cover up the sweat. I agree, it’s a bit much for a crowded space. All the more reason to shower.”
