“Yeah. So, let’s see what we can do.” I watch as he shifts his chair back.
I move over and get on top of him, slightly uncomfortable, but he leans his chair back slightly. I reach down to unzip him and watch as his cock springs free. Also hard and ready to see me. I lick my lips hungrily and press my mouth toward him. I feel his hands move down the back of my skirt and squeeze my ass.
“I’m so glad you wore a skirt today,” he says. He slips his fingers to the front and slides my panties to the side. I feel his fingers rubbing my clit gently, and I rock back and forth as I feel myself growing wet.
“Fuck,” I whisper. “This is hot.”
“You’re so wet for me already,” he growls. He shifts back slightly, and I position myself over him and lower down.
“Oh, fuck yes,” he says. “You’re so tight. You’re so wet.” I move my hips gently back and forth, loving the feel of him against me. I lower myself onto his cock and moan loudly as he fills me up. He grunts like a man in need as I bounce up and down on him. He grabs my head and pulls my hair back. Then he kisses me with everything he has in him. This is raw.
This is dynamite. This is what it means to just feel. To be with someone. And it feels amazing. As I feel myself coming, I grab on to his shoulders and bury my head against his neck. He grabs my hips and moves me faster. Harder and faster. Harder and faster. Until he stills and explodes inside of me. I collapse against him, feeling alight with electricity.
We gaze at each other with wild, sultry eyes, and then he kisses me and runs his fingers through my hair. We both start laughing as we touch each other gently.
“Who knew?” he says.
“What?” I whisper.
“Who knew I’d meet a girl in a cupcake store and not even a couple of months later, she’d be riding me in the front of my Jeep.”
“Ha,” I say, laughing. “I guess he got lucky.”
“I guess I did.” He kisses me again, and my heart melts as he gently touches the side of my face. “I think we were meant to meet, Gina,” he says. “And you know what makes this even more perfect?”
“What?” I ask, whispering against his lips.
“The fact that our meet-cute wasn’t perfect. It was perfect for us, but it was crazy. I think it’s a story that I will enjoy telling for a number of years.”
“Me, too,” I say. Though I can’t quite share the joy he’s expressing. Because he doesn’t know everything. And I don’t know if he’s going to look at me the same way once he realizes the truth about who I really am.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Hunter
The Spellmans are a rowdy bunch. I realize that as I sit at the table and watch Gina’s grandparents putting more food onto her plate. Everyone’s laughing and arguing, and it feels really nice being here, just taking in the environment and all the good food.
“So, Hunter,” Gina’s grandfather leans forward, “you play golf?”
“No, sir. Not really.”
“Your grandfather and I play golf. That’s how Gina got this job.”
“I know. I heard.”
“Well, you should play golf sometime. I’d love to get to know you a bit better.”
“Yeah, maybe.” I look over at Gina, and she just shakes her head.
“Granddad, he is not going to play golf.”
“I mean, he probably has it in his blood.”
“I don’t know about that,” I say, and then tense as Tina, Gina’s sister, walks into the room with Garth behind her. Shelooks tense, but there’s a smile on her face. She’s been quite standoffish the entire day, and I don’t like the way she speaks to Gina, but I know I can’t say anything. I look over at Garth, and he looks like a nice enough guy. If I didn’t know the backstory, I would never have guessed that he possibly had a drinking problem. That was until I noticed just how many times he’d gone to the fridge to grab another beer. And how his demeanor had changed.
“Hey, Gina, can I speak to you?” Tina says.
“I am eating right now. Can we chat later?”
