"Turn over."
I flipped onto my stomach, still trembling. He pulled my hips up so I was on my knees, face pressed into the pillows, and slid back inside from behind.
This angle was deeper. He gripped my hips and thrust hard, filling me so completely I could barely breathe. I could feel every inch of him, bare and hot inside me.
"You feel so good," he groaned. "Taking me so well."
His hand slid around to find my clit, and I gasped.
"Hunter, I can't—"
"You can." His fingers circled as he fucked me. "One more. Give me one more."
Impossibly, the pleasure built again. His cock driving deep. His fingers working my clit. I buried my face in the pillow and surrendered to it.
The fourth orgasm ripped through me without warning, whiting out everything. I heard myself cry his name, felt my body clench around him, and then he was coming too — groaning my name, his hips jerking as he spilled inside me, hot and pulsing.
We collapsed together onto the bed.
For a long moment, neither of us moved. He was still inside me, softening now, his body warm and heavy against my back. Eventually he pulled out carefully and rolled me into his arms, pulling me against his chest.
"That was..." I couldn't find words.
"Yeah." He pressed a kiss to my shoulder. "It really was."
We lay there in the dark, tangled together, his hand stroking lazy patterns on my hip. My heart slowly returned to normal. His breathing evened out against my hair.
But as the haze of pleasure faded, reality crept back in.
I'd just slept with a man who didn't know I had a daughter. Who didn't know about Houston, about the drugs, about the person I used to be. This started as business — five thousand dollars to pretend — and somewhere along the way I'd forgotten to pretend.
He thought he knew me. He didn't. Not really.
And when I told him the truth, he might look at me differently. He might leave. Everyone else had.
My phone buzzed from my clutch across the room.
"Ignore it," Hunter murmured against my neck, half-asleep.
"I can't. It might be important."
I climbed out of bed on shaky legs and grabbed my clutch. Pulled out my phone, keeping the screen angled away from him out of habit.
A text from Mom. A photo of Daisy asleep with Mr. Bun-Bun clutched to her chest, curly blonde hair wild against the pillow.
Sound asleep. Don't worry about picking her up early — sleep in tomorrow! You deserve it.
My throat went tight. I needed to tell him. Right now, before another minute passed.
"Everything okay?" Hunter was propped against the pillows, watching me with soft, satisfied eyes.
"Yeah. Just my mom checking in."
I started back toward the bed.
"Let me see."
I froze. "What?"
