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Hunter’s bedroom window was set so that it overlooked the cove, and moonlight sparkled across the surface of the waves like a scattering of jewels, a sharp contrast to the blackness of the water. And any other time, I probably would have appreciated the view. But right now I was more interested in the other gorgeous view unfolding in front of me.

Hunter stripped slowly out of his shirt, exposing wide planes of rippling muscle and acres of smooth, tan skin. I watched from where he’d deposited me on the bed, feasting my eyes on the sight. He caught me watching, and his smile turned wicked as he undid his jeans, the sound of the zipper echoing in the quiet of the bedroom.

He slid his hands inside the waistband and shoved them down along with his underwear, revealing his cock standing hard and proud against his belly, a pearl of precum beading at the tip. Hypnotized, I watched as he stroked it slowly, working his length with strong, capable hands—hands that I needed to feel on my body right fucking now.

I sat up and shrugged out of my own shirt, then kicked off my shoes and shimmied out of my pants until I was naked and making grabby hands in his direction. “Get over here,” I demanded.

“Bossy.” Hunter’s eyes danced as he slid onto the bed next to me, grabbing me around the waist and rolling us so that I ended up sprawled across his front. He grabbed my ass and squeezed, pulling me closer and rolling his hips. I let out a throaty moan and moved with him, and the drag of his cock against mine sent sparks up my spine. The need that had been simmering low in my gut turned into a roaring inferno.

I rocked against him desperately, achingly hard, and chased more of the delicious friction that was hitting just right, and Hunter moved with me with easy, fluid motions. We rutted against each other until we were both panting and breathless, and then he slipped one of those big hands into the space between our bodies, wrapped it around our dicks, and stroked us both hard and fast. It was electric.

“Hunter, please,” I panted.

“I’ve got you,” he rasped out. He tightened his grip and sped up his movements. The extra pressure combined with the scrape of his calloused palm against the tender skin of my dick was all it took to have me doubling over with the force of my orgasm. I buried my face in the curve of his throat and made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a howl as I came so hard that streaks of jizz landed on Hunter’s chest.

Hunter’s breathing sped up and a few seconds later he threw his head back, the cords in his neck standing out in stark relief as his whole body shook and he came, adding to the mess between us.

I collapsed against his chest, and he wrapped an arm around me and held me close. Melting into his touch, I lay nestled against him as we both recovered. The room was silent except for the sound of our ragged breaths and the distant, ever-present sound of the ocean.

My eyes drifted closed, and the rest of me drifted right along with them, warm and comfortable and well-fucked. And I might have slept, except I remembered something Hunter had said earlier. I nudged him gently. “So, why is this the first time I’m hearing that bottoming’s not a deal-breaker for you?”

He laughed softly, his chest vibrating against my ear. “You never asked. Why, is that something you’re interested in?”

I thought about it. “Not really,” I said, “but at least I know that if I am, my boyfriend is open to the idea.” I liked how the word felt in my mouth, rich and warm like it belonged there.

Hunter hummed. “Was that sentence an excuse to call me your boyfriend?”

“Maybe,” I said. “Is that okay?”

He pressed a kiss to my temple. “It’s absolutely okay. I like it when you call me that.”

“I like it too.”

I felt sleep trying to claim me again, and I propped myself up on one elbow. “I should leave before I fall asleep.”

Hunter reached out and tangled his fingers in mine and gave me a hopeful smile. “Or you could stay.”

A thrill ran through me. “Are you sure?”

He reached up and stroked along my jawline with a fingertip. “Luke, I’d like nothing better than to wake up with you in my bed.”

I sighed, my lips curling up in a smile, and rested my head against his chest again. Hunter stroked my hair, and the soft touches had my insides squirming happily. Not literally—between my wolf shift and Hunter’s dick they got rearranged often enough, thanks—but more like the fluttering of butterflies, light and hopeful.

I fell asleep to the sound of Hunter’s steady breathing, the feel of his fingertips resting on the nape of my neck, and the satisfaction of knowing that he was no longer just my hot personal trainer, but my boyfriend too.

“Are you sure you don’t want to run the course one more time?” Hunter asked me two days later. “We’ve got time.”

“Stop asking me that,” I snapped—which was a dick move, because it was the first time he’d asked.

Luckily, Hunter knew I was nervous and didn’t take my shitty mood personally. He just slid my coffee mug toward me across the table and said, “Okay. If you’re sure you’re ready.”

I wasn’t ready, which was why I was acting like a bear with a sore head. But my two weeks’ leave was up, and like it or not, today was the day I found out if I was keeping my job.

I was an expert at using the stairs now. We’d spent all day Saturday following Hunter’s new training incentive, the one where he sucked my dick every time I made it up or down the stairs on my own. But ladders were still a challenge—something about the sharp angle of the steps—and I hadn’t found a way to get past it yet. In spite of practicing all day yesterday, I still only had around a fifty percent success rate, and all the blow jobs in the world hadn’t been able to budge the needle.

But Harvey had been pretty clear that if I didn’t show up ready to work today, I shouldn’t bother showing up at all, so it was sink or swim time.

I took the coffee mug, but I was too keyed up to eat or drink, so I set it down again. “Sorry for snapping. I’m just—” I spread my hands in a helpless gesture.