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His finger reached for the loose strand of hair hanging over my shoulder, slowly swiping it to the other side.

Suddenly feeling drier than Death Valley, I cleared my throat.

“And why is that your answer?”

Hunter stood up, towering over my seated position. He had to be at least six foot three.

Tucking my hair behind my ear, he leaned down, his thumb brushing along the sensitive skin on my neck, and whispered, “You’d fuck me at my place, because it’s been written on your face since the other night that you’re dying to know how my cock would feel inside of you. You’d marry the bathroom, because you’ve made it clear that you’re a regular here. And you’d kill The Royale Room, because you’re way too good to be fucking anyone who pays you to do so.”

It was impossible for the hair on my arms not to stand straight up as his breath tickled my ear and his dirty words fucked with my head.

Typically, I was the dominant one. So, how was he making me feel like putty in his hands?

“Then what are you waiting for, Hunter? Take me back to your place.”

We’d only had one drink each and been here for all of ten minutes, but fuck it. He was doing something to me that I couldn’t quite put my finger on, and when it came down to it, I wasn’t in the mood to open up emotionally.

Hunter’s eyes never strayed from mine when he dug into his wallet, threw a one-hundred-dollar bill on the bar, and held out his hand, allowing me to lead the way.

Before I made my way to the exit, I glanced up, only to notice Colton sending me off with a wink.

What Hunter didn’t know was that he was absolutely wrong. There was fifty percent of me that wanted to fuck him, and the other part of me that knew once I did, this little fun and flirty thing between us would be over.

Going back to his place would be the nail in the coffin for us because there was no way I would be able to reject this man, and I didn’t fuck anyone more than once. It was a rule that I refused to break.

Hunter forgot to mention his house—sorry, his mansion—was twenty-five minutes off the Strip. For the entirety of the car ride, I was about as close as someone could get to asking him to pullover so I could fuck him in the backseat instead.

He had no right looking as sexy as he did with one hand on the wheel of his G-Wagon and the other burning into the flesh of my inner thigh.

So, it was no surprise that from the moment he pulled into his grand driveway, I ignored every detail inside of his house until I was guided up to his bedroom.

Standing in the dark, just inches away from a plush king-size bed, I dropped my leather jacket to the floor, placed my hand on his chest, and pushed him back until he was lying flat against the mattress.

“Two rules.” I straddled his thighs. “You will not kiss me, and you’ll be at my mercy tonight. Does that work for you?”

I wanted to own Hunter more than anything. See just how easily he would submit to me. But kissing would always be off the table. I refused to put my emotions at risk all for one night.

“Do whatever you want to me. Use me, Andi.” Hunter’s voice dripped in lust, and those three words were music to my ears.

He was handing me control on a silver platter—no questions asked.

Sliding off his thighs, the hard erection in his pants was more than obvious. Feeling how responsive he already was for me, and we hadn’t even started, lit a fire inside my veins. There were so many things I wanted to do to him, and all we had was one night.

“Are you ready to be my fuck toy tonight, Hunter?”

“More than anything.” He laid on his back, waiting for my next command.

“Take my shoes off.”

My boot met the space between his legs, and when he got straight to work, I didn’t miss the way he stole a glance up my skirt in the process.

Slipping one thin strap of my dress off at a time, the small amount of fabric fell to the floor, pooling around my feet. I was left in a black lingerie set that blended in with the dark shades of charcoal he used to decorate his room.

Hunter reached out for me, but when I backed away, a phantom was the only thing between us.

“Strip,” I ordered.

A boyish grin formed on Hunter’s face, and his cheeks glowed with a light shade of pink. “I’ve never stripped for anyone before. Got any tips?”