"Hunter, Matthew is my partner. My partner in business but also the love-of-my-life, partner. We live with Ginny. Matthew is one of her best friends. I am her other. Honestly, I don't get it with you two. You never hear each other, you never see clearly around each other," Caleb shakes his head, a small smile on his face like some Zen master.
"You are her security?" Hunter growls.
"Yes," Matthew responds in a moment as he throws his head back and laughs at the mistake.
"Well, keep your fucking mouth off of her," his voice sharp, as he lashes the room with his angry demand, "And start doing your fucking job better. You too Caleb, keep your hands off of her," Hunter is becoming more animated, more territorial, more like I knew him to be and once again I pretty much melt into a gooey puddle. Although now I just have to figure out how this is going to work, he is saying all the things that your colleague should not be saying.
"Okay, well you two can go and figure out a better, more current, relevant, security detail and I want to see it before lunch today," Hunter barks out at Matthew and Caleb. Caleb stands and walks straight up to him without an ounce of aggression, getting so far in Hunter's face that Hunter has no choice but to step back. Caleb keeps pace with him until Hunter stops, confused and growls low, "What?"
"You have been back in her life for all of two seconds. Personally, I think it is about time. You two were always destined to reunite, but Hunter.....she is my best friend and I will protect her and her heart with everything I have. So I get that at the moment you are feeling a little overwhelmed with a few things and are trying to control the shitstorm, but here's the newscoop. We have been dealing with the drama Dom keeps lobbing at us a while longer than you. This prick slid one through at her celebration night, but that is the first time in years that he has got that close, except when we have chosen to be in their world. So you listen well, we fucking got this. Don't you ever doubt Matthew or myself again. And I swear to fucking god Hunter, you play her or you make her cry and I will have no hesitation in destroying you and everyone in your world. I am the pacifist in this room and boy, you do not want to unleash my crazy bitch," Caleb speaks so low you have to strain and lean forward to hear his words, his eyes are blazing with his restrained fury and violence.
"We will see, Caleb, we will see," Hunter whispers back. "Don't fucking insult me like that again or we are going to have bigger issues than I first considered." Hunter leans down into Caleb, all the violent aggression now replaced with an inspiring resolution, "and yeah just for the record I'm going to be around for a while now. I am done running. Everything in my life, up to now has been practice. I am ready. So get your little calm ass out of here, cause I have some lost time to make up with my Gigi." He turns then and walks to the door, opening it standing there quietly as Caleb walks out with Matthew.
"See you in an hour, Ginny. Keep your panic button near you and don't...." Caleb offers from the doorway, but Hunter places his hand on Caleb’ chest and closes the door on both of them before he can finish speaking.
Despite everything over the last couple of days, my heart settles as the door closes. I haven't moved an inch and strangely Hunter hasn't either. His feet are frozen near the door.
"Gigi, please listen to what I am going to say. I promise I will stay over here and once I have finished, I am going to walk out of your office and go back into mine. I am going to give you a little bit of time to think about my words," Hunter smiles softly at me. He takes a deep breath as we watch each other, it seems to trigger something though, as his eyes are suddenly burning bright in surrender, as he takes a small step to me. My whole body just mimics his. “Sorry, Gigi, I think I just told a huge fucking lie. I can’t talk now and I am definitely not walking away.”
It is in that moment that I decide that Hunter will stop being one of my fantasies. He is standing before me in all his glory, and damn he is more than fine. Now isn’t the time to be concerned about where he has been for the past few years. His past isn’t going to distract me today. I am going to scratch my Hunter itch. Afterwards, we will see where the cards fall. All I know is that he is standing there saying lots of things I have wanted to hear for a long time and his face, his whole being is resonating with a similar need.
We meet in the middle of my office. His arms find my shoulders and my arms find his whole body. I am sure that once again, I do the Hunter climb or my feet somehow float up as if by magic. What should have been a violent, urgent, push and pull reunion instead is the stuff of fairytales. He calls to me and I respond with a hunger that reflects his own. Hunter's massive body holds mine without effort and he finds my lips. I am lost in his smell, his whole aura, his touch, so tentative yet confident. He holds me to him and even if I try there is no way my eyes will close to let me not remember our sweetest reunion. A smiling Hunter is the most destructive force in my universe and his face is blazing in his happiness. His hands leave my body, after he is sure I can hold on to him with my legs and they wander sensually up my back, settling into my hair. Irritated with my chignon bun, his deft fingers quickly and efficiently pull my hair pins out before those tricky fingers gently twine through my fallen hair, touching me so tenderly. Somehow, he molds our bodies even closer.
"Gigi, I have waited so long. It feels like forever, but I don’t want to wait anymore. I promise I won't ever run from you again. I was so angry at St Joseph’s, but we were just kids. I would have held you back, so I had to push you away to find myself. You have grown into the most magnificent woman I have ever seen. I couldn’t be yours then but I sure as fuck can be now. Please let me kiss you," Hunter’s deep voice murmurs so low that his words vibrate over my lips more than I actually hear them. But, I understand what he is saying and it resonates deep in my soul. It was not our time then. I must nod my head only slightly before he nears my mouth offering me the softest kiss ever. And what do you know? Fucking time stops again. Instead, a whirlwind of sensory overload, every touch, breathe, emotion we share and offer each other, happens so slowly that I can make a hundred photo albums of our time in my office.
His mouth is the softest I have ever felt and he unleashes a frenzy of little butterfly kisses that sent tingles coursing through my body. And I obviously affected him the same way. He pulled back slightly to look into my eyes, their sparkling blue are now the darkest navy blue in his arousal and joy. And then they flared as I tugged him back to me, only this time I left all the softness behind.
I ravish his lips in a series of open mouth kisses that leave us both panting for more. When he tentatively licks over my lips, I take the opportunity to let my tongue tangle and dance with his. Our kissing became a real rediscovery that leaves us moaning and growling into each other's mouths. All of a sudden I am pushed up against the door of my office, how we had travelled here I have no idea and by the laugh that Hunter released into my mouth, he is equally surprised. His hands fall from my hair as he trails his long, strong fingers, with a more confident touch down my neck. I bite my lip as they move slowly over me. His eyes flare as he watches my mouth.
"Sorry pretty girl," Hunter offers and I must have quirked an eyebrow at him wondering why he is apologising, until his demanding fingers find my shirt before his hands move their way into the seam quickly before moving in opposing directions. My buttons popping off and hitting the floor and my desk. His eyes drop to what his hands had uncovered and a low, slow "fuck me" falls from his lips.
I let my head fall back to the wall as I smirk at him, before I lean back into him and allow my tongue to trace over his smile. My teeth find his jaw as his fingers trace over my lace covered breasts. I bite down, evoking the most erotic sound I have ever heard another person make.
"Gigi," he slurs, "I'll come in my pants before I can even see you properly. Honestly, you have been the leading lady in all my fantasies since I got my first hard on. I have been dreaming about tasting you, seeing you again since that night in your room," he keeps talking so I lean in again and lay a trail of fresh little bites along his jawline that leaves him pushing his erection up into me.
"We have to talk. Then we are seeing Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb. Then you are out of the office until I say, we return. You are not leaving my bed, or yours, I really don't care, until I say. And don't get all coy on me, Gigi. I can feel how much you want me just like you can feel me," he pushes his very hard dick up into me again and I swear, if he does it a couple more times, I will fall apart, screaming my climax for all the staff at Bellafonte to hear.
“Lock the door Hunter,” I demand before holding his face in my hands and kissing him again. Harder this time. He ignites something in me and damned if I will let him put me down until he at least douses out some of the fire that is burning within. That is the thing about Hunter and I. Together we are formidable and can read each other like a book. I can understand every thought that flitted over his face and he knows me just as well. When we are apart, that is when everything goes topsy turvy.
My hands push at his jacket as he squats down slightly to lock the door. We travel together but my focus is on removing his suit jacket. His shirt will be following in an instant. I drop my feet so that I can focus more on his shirt, my fingers working quickly on the small buttons. Within moments I am looking at his perfectly defined chest, my tongue catches up before my brain does and I lick his nipple before biting down hard onto it.
The moan that falls from his mouth spurs me into a frenzied action. My focus torn between removing his white business shirt but also continuing to taste him. Having his body in my mouth won out and I lick, bite and kiss my way from one side of his chest to the other. His hands finding purchase in my hair holding me close to him. I feel his heart pounding in his chest as I sucked in his skin right over it.
“Gigi,” he worshipped.
His breathlessness has me faltering for a moment, until he pushes me away as his mouth descends down and captures my nipple, which unleashes a passionate flurry of inappropriate words to fall from my mouth. He chuckles at my response before he picks me up and spins us, laying me across my desk, spreading me over it. Papers fall thudding onto the floor and my laptop snaps closed, but nothing stops us devouring each other.
I push up from being spread out like a feast, pushing up at his chest so that he moves, dropping my hands to his belt buckle. My eyes watching what I am doing as my hands are shaking violently from pent up need.
“Let me see you,” his voice cracked as he spoke.
I pull my eyes away from trying to undo his pants, to his face and goodness I am glad I do. Hunter’s face is alight in so many emotions and feelings, I will hold it in my heart for a long time.
“Let me touch you Hunter, please,” I beg.
“We don’t have time for that Gigi. I just need to be inside you. I promise you, you can watch me, look at me, undress me and feel me up every fucking moment until we die. But right now, we both need me, inside of you,” he surprises me by begging me instead. He pulls me in for a kiss that has me moaning into his mouth again. Hunter it seems, I remember correctly from that one time in my room, is an exceptional kisser and his touch had me shaking.
I nod at him in agreement, offering him a salacious smile urging him on, asking him to speed up. Cause he is right, I do need Hunter inside me. That thought echoes through me and stops me, I look up at Hunter as a sudden panic overtook me. He must have seen it unfold right in front of him though. He keeps fiddling with his pants, faster this time and I hear the moment they thud to the floor, leaving him naked from the waist down. But I am lost in my rising doubt, until he grabbed a hold of me, one hand on my hip, one on my face, pulling us closer.
