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“I’m sorry! You’re always welcome here. I should have made that clearer from the jump. I’ve just been distracted with how it was all going to go down with Jax and Spencer and making this whole family dynamic flow.” Avery looked up at Colton with her big blue eyes.

“I’m just giving you shit. Don’t worry about it. I told myself all these weeks I wasn’t invited because you’d be afraid Daddy over there would leave you for me.” Colton made eyes at Spencer from across the kitchen, wiggling his fingers in the air for a flirty wave.

We all broke out in hysterics at the scowl across Spencer’s face. Colton liked to flirt with him, all in good fun—mostly just to get a rise out of the Italian alpha male that used to frequent his bar from time to time before he met Avery.

After the laughter subsided, Colton shook up a round of drinks for everyone, giving off the energy Jayson would if he were here. Family dinners were about to get more wild on the weeks when they both showed up.

“Dinner’s ready!” Spencer hollered, but it wasn’t more than a few seconds later that the elevator doors opened, throwing everyone off once more.

“Hunter?” Spencer watched the man he’d worked closely with for years enter his penthouse for the first time. “What are you doing here?”

“Sorry to crash the party, but this one here extended the invite.” Hunter acknowledged Spencer with his words, but his eyes were glued to me.

The only thing you could hear in the penthouse was the faint sound of everyone breathing.

Peyton’s jaw was on the floor, Avery’s eyes were bugged out of her head without a single blink, and Colton had a smirk that was all telling—after all, he was working the night we ended up at Bluff City. Everyone else had a look of pure confusion etched into their features.

“Um, so…” I broke up the silence. “This is the boy I kissed, and I liked it!” Closing the distance between me and Hunter, I pulled him in for a hug.

Whispering into my hair, he said, “What in the fuck kind of introduction was that?”

“Feel free to start eating without us, we’ll be right back!” I pulled Hunter by his suit jacket sleeve, dragging him to the first door in sight.

After hauling him into the spare room, I closed the door, panting heavily with my back against it. “Oh my God, that was more nerve wrecking than I thought it was going to be.”

“Want to tell me what’s going on, and why you’re being so weird?” Hunter hiked his eyebrow up.

“Well, you see, that whole rule thing I’ve always had when it comes to men, it kind of means that I’ve never introduced my friends to anyone. But when we first arrived, I let it slip and admitted that there was a guy that I’d been seeing. That I kissed him and liked it. You’re that guy.” The giddy smile on my face made my cheeks hurt.

“Well, fuck. I sure as hell hope so.” Hunter chuckled. “You realize I’ve known Spencer for years—I work with a lot of sports agents like him—but I kind of just walked into his house unannounced for the very first time, and now I’m hiding out in one of his guest bedrooms with his girlfriend’s crazy—but very beautiful—friend?” Hunter sat on the bed, leaning back on his hands with his legs slightly parted, looking every bit delectable.

“Yeah, sorry about that.” My eyes slowly roamed over his body and just how fucking hot he appeared in that sinful black suit. “Actually, not really.” Peeling my back from the door, I closed the gap between us.

“Hunter,” I whimpered against his neck before pressing my lips on his warm skin. “I want you so bad. I’ve wanted you so bad for a while now.”

His hands gripped onto the back of my thighs for dear life.

“Fuck, Andi. There are a million ways in which I want you right now. But here? I can’t fuck you the way I want to with all your friends in the other room.” His voice rumbled into my hair.

Separating my face from the crook of his neck, I looked him in the eye. “Then let me slide that big cock down my throat to hold you over until we can get out of here. We can go back to your place, then you can fuck me in all the ways you’ve been imagining.”

The feel of Hunter’s chest thumped against mine, his heart practically beating out of his ribcage.

With a heavy groan, Hunter released one hand from the back of my leg and placed it around my throat. “How does this feel?” His grip wasn’t nearly firm enough.

“Harder,” I challenged him, loving the way he wanted to control me.

He tightened his grasp.

“If you’re prepping me for what it’s going to feel like when I have your cock in my mouth, you might need to go harder, Hotshot.”

He responded with a firm hold around my throat, the feeling of breathing being harder to come by.

I was right where I wanted to be.

Looking him dead in the eye, his gaze drunk in lust, I reached for his other hand. With our eyes locked on one another, I brought two of his fingers to my mouth, kissing the tips of them before I pushed them to the back of my throat as far as they would go.

Hunter’s grip around my neck tightened, and his mouth popped open with a rough moan.