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Hunter’s mouth curled up in a smile, and he said, “Hold tight!” And before I could ask what he meant by that, his hands were on my waist and he was hoisting me up like I weighed nothing, his hands sliding around to cup my ass.

I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. The last time anyone had picked me up like this I’d been a little kid, and I’d forgotten the thrill of being weightless. But it was thrilling for different reasons now—a big, beefy guy carrying me up the stairs was insanely hot. I soaked up the press of Hunter’s chest against mine, the strength of his grip, and the heat of his breath against the side of my throat as he climbed the stairs. Our bodies rocked together with every step, and my cock started to thicken. I would have felt bad about it, except I was pretty sure Hunter was rocking a half-chub of his own.

By the time we reached the second-floor landing, we were both breathing heavily, and I couldn’t help the disappointed noise that escaped me when Hunter set me down. I stared up at him and he stared back, licking his lips.

My voice was rough when I said, “That was incredibly sexy.”

Hunter swallowed, his throat bobbing, and he said, “Yeah. It was.”

The air crackled between us, the moment stretching out. I wondered again how hard and fast that rule of Hunter’s was, exactly.

That question was answered when Hunter picked me up again, held me with my back against the wall, and kissed the living shit out of me.

CHAPTER 6

HUNTER

What the fuck was I doing?

Don’t fuck werewolves, don’t fuck your clients, and especially don’t fuck werewolves who are your clients.

It was my one hard and fast rule. But there was something about Luke Forrest, an irresistible pull, that had me desperate to put my hands all over him—and rules were meant to be broken, right?

So I stopped fighting and gave in to the need to know what that soft mouth tasted like under mine.

Luke was obviously feeling it too, because he kissed me back enthusiastically, letting out hungry little gasps and moans that were getting louder by the second. I lost myself in his mouth and only broke the kiss when my shoulders started to ache, reminding me that I was holding a grown-ass man against a wall.

I’d picked Luke up purely to impress him and I had zero regrets because it was obviously working. I put him down reluctantly and waited for him to say something. He was silent for a few seconds, but then his face split in a smile and he said, “Wanna take this inside?”

My stomach flipped with a mix of nerves, excitement, and relief. “Fuck, yes.”

Luke’s grin widened as he pulled his keys out and opened the door, and as soon as we were inside he was kissing me again. I ran my hands over the fabric of his tee, mapping out the muscles underneath. Luke wasn’t quite as built as I was, but he was still pretty solid, and the sounds he made against my mouth as I slid my hands down and caressed his ass should have been illegal.

Luke pulled away, but only so he could reach out and take my hand. He led me farther into his small apartment. I followed, my heart racing. I wasn’t sure what he had planned, but whatever it was, I was here for it. He guided me to sit on a battered couch, then peeled out of his shirt, giving me a chance to admire the muscled planes of his chest. He reached out and tugged at the hem of my shirt, and I took the hint and shrugged it off.

He draped himself in my lap and reached out, running his palms down my pecs. “Fuck, you’re hot.”

The compliment hit me harder than I expected, but I didn’t have a chance to process why that was because Luke was cupping my face in his hands and kissing me again. He started rocking against me in a slow, grinding rhythm that had the bulge in my sweats rubbing against his own erection. Holy shit, we were really doing this—and it was fucking phenomenal.

Luke kept up his slow grind while we kissed some more before trailing his mouth down the side of my throat, nibbling at the skin there. I slid my hands down the back of his sweats and gripped his ass, my hips rocking up and matching his rhythm. My dick was leaking and I was dangerously close to coming—and we hadn’t even taken our pants off yet.

“Fuck,” I groaned when Luke ground against me harder. I let out something that might have been a whimper when he sat back, but he was only moving so he could get his hand down the front of my sweats.

He paused with his hand about an inch away from my dick, and his eyes were bright when he said, “Is this okay?”

He didn’t move, his gaze searching my face, and I realized he was waiting for an answer—like there was any way I’d say no to whatever he was planning.

“Yeah,” I rasped out, my mouth suddenly dry, and a pleased smile lit up his features. Then he yanked at the waist of my sweats, a less than subtle hint to get with the program.

I lifted my ass and slid my sweats and underwear halfway down my thighs. The air was cool on my skin, but his hand was warm when he wrapped it around my cock, and a shiver ran through me at the contrasting sensations. “Nice,” he said, stroking my length a couple more times before letting go, rising up onto his knees, and pushing his own sweats down.

Luke held his hand out, palm up, and spat, then lowered himself so our dicks were touching, wrapped his damp hand around them, and stroked.

I threw my head back and made a noise that might have been mortifying if I’d given a fuck right now. But as it was, I was busy trying not to embarrass myself by coming just from a hand on my dick. I reached up and tangled one hand in his dark hair, and Luke let out a low groan and jerked us off faster. His movements were just the right side of rough, and I could feel my orgasm getting dangerously close.

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last,” I gasped out.

“So don’t,” he said breathily. I looked up at him, taking in his flushed cheeks and the way his lips were parted, and just the sight of him like that had my cock pulsing against the weight of his palm. Then he reached down and gave my balls a gentle tug, and the unexpected touch sent shockwaves racing through me.