Spending the week with Hunter while we both get better is easy. I am not at all surprised by how well we got along, I keep waiting for us to start niggling at each other but it never comes. I discover he is a wicked chess player, he makes the worst cup of tea ever and he discovers how ticklish I am in the weirdest of places. But most of all I discover that Hunter is the best thing ever to have happened to me. And I would do it all again, except this time I would say no to Dom’s invite to the dance and accept Hunter’s strange invitation. Without a doubt.
Mary is currently acting CEO at Bellafonte, but I am eager to go back. We just have to survive the next week and the plan is that I will be at the helm once again. Refocused and re-energised.
We have just finished a meeting with Ian, our solicitor who seems to be spending way too much time at our house either in meetings with Hunter, myself or both of us together. I have to have a lot of faith in client privilege for what Hunter had proposed. I am showing Ian out of my apartment, and have just closed the door when Hunter appears at my back. His hand trailing up the back of my neck, running his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp before grabbing a handful of my hair and tugging me back into him.
I look up at him and there is a darkness in his eyes that has slowly been building in the last couple of days.
"Matthew and Caleb are out. They won't be back for hours. We are locked up safe. I'm going to wine you, dine you, then how did you put it?" he speaks his words softly into my ear, while he positioned his body around mine, closer still. It takes me only a moment to realise that he had lost his business shirt somewhere between the finish of our meeting and me closing the door, but either way, it works for me. I twist in his arm, his hand still holding my hair tightly and he wrenches my neck over to the side before his mouth finds it. He roughly pushes the collar of my dress further exposing my shoulder to him and then he starts a slow, hot journey involving way too many kisses and licks. Hunter blows his breath over where he had focused his mouth again onto my neck, kissing and sucking his way up to my mouth. When he reaches my lips, his hold in my hair drops away so that he can instead hold my face. He is demanding in his passion and I open myself to it all willingly. It really is like everything before Hunter has been nothing but preparation for the real thing. I keep my eyes open watching him, his eyes now obsidian in his desire.
He steps back quickly, to grab at my dress with both arms, but grunts out in pain when he goes to draw it up. It is only then that I noticed he isn't wearing his brace for his collarbone. I go to ask him if he is okay, but he growls before I can, swallowing my protests in his kisses.
"Take it off, Gigi," he requests, his voice low and gravelly.
I step away so that my back is pushed up against the door before I start to undo the ties of my black wrap dress. I watch his face, taking my time to open the bow and his emotions flash from desire, to annoyance, to appreciation. They seem to be moving like a vortex until he all but explodes.
"Stop fucking around Gigi!"
I laugh then hurry up. Even from here I can see his need. I let the dress drop from my shoulders and I hear his intake. Through gritted teeth he grimaces at me, his lip sneering up slightly. I might have planned a few things myself.
"What the hell are you wearing?" he snarls.
"Do you like it?"
"You know I do. Turn around. Slowly," he demands.
"Please?"
"No. You can beg later, not now. Stop messing around Gigi," Hunter stands in our hallway, the lights above us blazing so there is nowhere to hide. His skin is starting to lose its tan, but it is still a rich golden colour. His muscular chest heaving slightly from his barely contained need.
I like tormenting Hunter, it fills me with a burning satisfaction. But he lets me. It speaks volumes about how safe he makes me feel. I stay pushed up against the wall in my black stilettos and my cerulean blue lingerie, that really are too small and barely there to be called lingerie. His eyes are dancing all over my body as he slowly inches closer.
"Stay there," I say, stealing his dominance now that he is temporarily distracted.
His eyes flare and then they follow the path, my finger makes after it leaves the wall and trails over my opposite shoulder. My gold nails drag over my shoulder and chest before I follow the line of my breast, pausing before I pinch my nipple, twisting it gently. I watch my finger pull on the lace, planning on moving over to the other side, when Hunter speaks. He has to cough to clear his throat.
"Show me," he asks.
"Hmmm," is all I reply before I start my other hand moving over the opposite side of my body, following a similar route. This time, my fingers only tease over my nipple before I place both index fingers into my mouth, licking them before I drag them slowly down my body. I stop when I hook the edges of my panties, shimming my hips for him. The blue strings are so slender, holding up the scantest pieces of lace. Instead, I pull them out quickly, clapping my hands together, to pull his attention back to my face, before offering him a dirty smirk. He is grimacing again, his top lip curling up slightly, his eyes twinkling in interest. So, I do a little spin for him, before showing him my ass.
My hands are splayed on the wall so I step back a bit, to give myself space before I bend over, keeping my legs straight, showing him just now thin the lace thong is.
“More,” his voice growls again.
I spread my legs even wider and bend over a little more, one hand dropping to rub over myself, showing him what he does to me.
"Enough teasing," he commands. His voice so loud that it reverberates through the hallway. He doesn’t move though. I like his restraint.
"I'd never tease you Hunter," I purr back, turning to face him again before crouching down so that I can crawl to him. I move slowly, too slowly obviously, because he takes a step towards me.
We meet in the middle when he bends down, pulling me up to my knees so he can kiss me again. His hands roam over my body, following a very similar route as I had. His hands are hotter though, and both of them quickly settle around my breasts. With one hand he kneads one breast, while with the other he pinches my nipple. His teasing has me moaning into his mouth.
"I’m going to taste you," I say between each lick of his tongue.
"You put your lips on me Gigi, here in this hallway, and I'll embarrass myself almost straight away. You got me all wound up tight," he replies huskily as he bends down, hissing through the pain of his recent injuries, to suck one of my nipples into his mouth.
"Let me," I insist.
"Fuck Gigi!" he barks out loudly, but then he stands abruptly fumbling with the buckle of his pants before undoing them, letting them drop to the floor. Then he gently guides my head to him, despite still being in his tight black boxers.
