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“We need to do the unexpected.” Hunter smoothed his jacket, opened the door, and climbed out.


He held the door open for me. “The stalker knows too much about where you are these days.”

I left the car. “Okay. So, we’re going to stay at a different hotel.”

Hunter shut the door. “Do you trust me?”


“I will find this guy.” The promise of death lingered in his eyes.

“I know you will.”

“Either way, we can discuss all that later.” He leaned in and brushed his lips against mine, consuming my mouth and spinning my head around and around with him. “I need you.”

Without asking, he lifted me up.

“I need you too.” A nervous giggle left my lips. He swallowed the noise and headed into the hotel. I had no idea when he’d gotten the key and everything else, but we didn’t even stop at the front desk.

Still carrying me, Hunter took us over to the elevators.

“Okay,” I whispered. “You can put me down.”

He did and smacked my ass.

I shrieked and then doubled over with laughter. “You’ve lost it.”

“I have. You’ve been teasing me for years. Tonight’s the night.”

“I’ve been teasing you? Really, Hunter?”

“Yes, really.”

I pointed at him. “You’re the one running and I’m the one chasing.”

“Is that right?”

The elevator doors opened.

“Yes, that’s right.” I walked in.

He followed.

As soon as the doors closed, Hunter pushed me up against the wall and slipped his hands all over me. “What should I call you when my cock is deep inside of you?”

I couldn’t even speak as he sucked on my bottom lip. My body set on fire.

“Zuzu or Zola?” He took my breath away.

I moaned as he rubbed his hard cock against me.

“Tell me,” he whispered. “When I’m coming and filling you up. What name do you want me to groan?”

“It doesn’t matter. My panties get wet, when you speak. Just be inside of me.”

“Hmmm.” He devoured me. Had the double doors not been so nosy, when they opened, we might’ve fucked right there. In no time, we hit the suite. I barely had time to drink it all in.

“Take off that dress.” His hands roamed my body as desire blazed all over his face. “I don’t want to rip this one tonight.”

I didn’t even question him as I unzipped the side of my dress, pushed it over my shoulders, and let it fall to the ground. Black lace cupped my breasts. I’d decided not to wear any panties, too greedy for another session of Hunter’s lips on my pussy.

Groaning, he stepped back and watched me through lust-heavy eyelids. “Take off the bra.”

I unclipped it and let it fall to the floor.

He closed the distance between us. I trembled at his speed. His hands slipped all over my body. I couldn’t catch my breath. He left sweet kisses on the curve of my neck. I moaned, needing him even more. My hands went crazy exploring him—the layers of muscle, the tight satin skin stretched over them.

“Goddamn you. I’ve loved you forever.” He licked and sucked at the pulse point on my throat. “Forever.”

I pushed my body against him, rubbing my hands down the outline of his cock.

“I’m going to taste every part of you.” Hunter nipped at my collarbone and then licked the same spot.

I shivered in desire.

He pulled me over to the back of a couch, slow and smooth, almost like a dance. Hunter turned me around and bent me over the couch. I shrieked. Tenderly, he smacked my ass.

“I wanted to be gentle. You deserve gentle tonight.” He slipped his hands down my ass, separated my thighs, and cupped my pussy. Shamelessly, I ground my center against his hand. An exasperated breath left me. “I can’t make any promises, Zola. I’ve wanted you for too long.”

“I don’t want you to be gentle.”

He groaned. His zipper sounded next. Licking my lips, I glanced over my shoulder. He pulled his fat cock out and shuffled his pants down.

“Now,” I whispered.

Stroking his cock, he leaned down and crashed his mouth against mine.

“Now?” His voice went hoarse. “I couldn’t wait, if I wanted to. That’s how bad I need to be deep inside of you.”


“Your bare ass should be a fucking portrait over my bed.” He rubbed that hard, thick cock against my cheeks, and then smeared liquid along my opening. It had to be pre-cum. I’d seen a little bead at the mushroomed tip.

Leaning more over the couch, I groaned in anticipation.

“Look how tight you are.” He slipped his fingers inside of me.


“This pussy is going to squeeze me dry.” He slid his finger in and out of me so deliciously slow.

Whining, I shivered in desire. “I don’t want your finger. I want your cock.”

“Spread your legs.” He gave a light smack of his palm over my ass.

Bent over, I opened my legs more to him. My pussy was so wet. My arousal dripped down my thighs.