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The warmth from his mouth covered me.

About damn time.

When Hunter finally swiped his tongue along my core, I was done for. If I thought it was difficult being restrained as he toyed with my tits or dragged that whip across my body—boy, was I fucking wrong.

Hunter pulled my panties to the side and licked along my pussy like a damn professional. Was he actually bad at anything?

His eyes watched my every move—which in this moment, only consisted of me bucking my hips and tipping my head back with frustrated moans.

This man had a goddamn gift.

Being tied up, the only option I had was to truly feel and take in the entire experience. I couldn’t pull back; I couldn’t reach out and touch him to distract myself. It was just me and him with his mouth attached to the one place inching me closer and closer to another realm of ecstasy.

Hunter wasn’t the innocent and respectful man I once thought of him to be.

When he started visiting me at The Royale Room, he was all sophisticated, hands in his pockets, won’t look at your boobs even if they were offered right in front of his face. He was what me and everyone else thought of as the broody owner of the Las Vegas Neon.

At first, I thought it was just me who needed to be open and give up my control issues. But Hunter might be even more complex than I was. Clearly, he’d been living the life of a wealthy, single man, for essentially his entire adult life. He’d spent his early adult years thinking his life would pan out one way, when in fact, it went in the complete opposite direction.

Hunter had spent years alone, quiet inside of his own mind, and he was showing me this raw and honest version of himself. A version that was impossibly hard not to fall head over heels for.

“You’re close, baby. I can feel it.” He lifted his mouth from my center just momentarily enough to call out exactly what my body was now telling me would be the single greatest orgasm of my life. Or what I assumed would be the first of many from him.

“Yes. So. Close,” I cried, jerking my hands and feet as he continued to lap at my clit.

I’d been on the edge this entire time. Being in this room alone had my libido activated and ready to burst. But it wasn’t until I finally stared down at him between my legs, his lust-filled hazel eyes glued to mine, that I could fully appreciate how sexy Hunter Wolfe really was.

He licked me with such skill and desire.

His touch burned through me, filling me with need.

His eyes were the first I found myself looking into for seconds at a time. I’d never granted myself permission to get lost in someone like I was with him. There was a story behind them, one that I was now a part of.

The smell of sex sucked me into another world with this room surrounding us. We might be in Hunter’s house, but this room was comparable to being in our own little world.

His groans vibrated against my clit, the sound and feeling overwhelming, bringing me to the finish line.

“Hunter, fuck, I’m coming,” I whimpered, the feeling of it all taking over my body like whiplash.

I’d never been more turned on in my life than right now. Feeling Hunter as he cleaned me up with his tongue. Watching him devour me, only to come up for air, and his lips glistening with my cum.

“I don’t know what makes me harder: How fucking good you taste or how pretty you look when you come.”

Completely spent, I laid there with my limbs still locked up, my eyes shut, and gasping for air. His praises swirled around in my brain as I came down from the high.

Was I in Heaven? Was this what it was like to finally allow myself to feel something?

Moments went by feeling as if I’d entered a dreamlike state. My body was one with the bed, and if it weren’t for Hunter uncuffing the bindings around my wrists and ankles, I would have thought I’d drifted off into a deep sleep, fully and one hundred percent content.

Fluttering my eyes back open, Hunter was hovered over me.

“Hey, stay right here. I’ll be right back, okay?” He laid a kiss on my forehead.

“Wait, where are you going?” I whined, not wanting him to leave my side.

“Just relax. I’ll only be a minute.” He smiled softly, walking out of the room butt ass naked only to return moments later with a bottle of water.

The bed dipped beside me. Hunter sat right next to me and looked so fucking hot that I was thrown off as to why we weren’t fucking each other’s brains out by now, and instead, he was offering me a bottle of water when what I was really thirsty for was him.