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Hunter drapes my left leg over his lap. “Come across any riveting podcasts?” he says with a smile in his voice. He knows I’m overthinking this.

“Never mind.” I toss the phone aside without making a choice.

Hunter’s hands are firm as he massages the cream into the grooves of my feet and between my toes. My breathing deepens when he works my calves and the underside of my thighs. It feels so good having his hands on me.

Too good.

So good that I don’t tell him to stop when he inches his way higher up my thighs. It’s not until his fingers reach the elastic of my panties that I open my eyes, meeting his bluer-than-blue ones.

The thing about spending so much time with someone, getting to know them on a deeper level, is that you pick up on all the nonverbal cues. I can feel Hunter’s doubt, but I can also see the lust in his eyes.

We shouldn’t do this. But he wants this. I want this. I think I may need it. Something is happening between us. Something scary, unexpected, and overwhelming, and yet … I nod at Hunter’s wordless question.

He responds by leaning down ever so slowly and pressing soft kisses to my thighs, working his way higher and higher until I can feel his breath on my cleft. His mouth may be gentle, but his hands aren’t as they curl around my hips.

This is just lust. He peels my panties down and off.

This is just sex. He settles between my legs with his breath on my pussy.

It’s not like we haven’t done it before, I tell myself when he bends my legs at the knees. But things are different now. We’re different. What we have is special, unlike anything I could’ve anticipated or hoped for. If we do this, it might change us.

Hunter presses his nose to my pussy, breathing in my scent. My scattered thoughts fall away, and I’m brought back to this carnal, terrifying, and exhilarating moment. He hums his pleasure and hooks his arms underneath my thighs, drawing me closer to his mouth.

“Are we doing this?” I ask breathlessly.

“I need to taste you,” he says in a rough voice that sounds like sex.

“Do it.”

We’ll talk about what all this means later. But for now, I’m going to enjoy the hell out of this. After tonight, we can firmly plant our feet into the friend zone and stay there.

Chapter Twenty-One

Hunter drags a finger through my wetness and presses his nose to my pussy. “I love the way you smell.”

I squirm at his closeness, not used to a man being so up close and personal, but he holds me down by my hips.

“Don’t move,” he says, his voice brokering no argument. I lie there, as still as I can be, waiting for him to have his way. “You’re fucking exquisite.”

I close my eyes at his words, feeling like a freaking goddess.

He drapes my leg over his shoulder and slides his tongue between my folds, taking his time as he tastes me from front to back. “Your pussy tastes so good, baby.”

I’m undone by his words and the desperation in his voice. Hunter groans against my pussy as he begins ravishing me, sucking and licking and probing every part of my sex for minutes on end.

Before long, I’m gripping the sheets and screaming his name. “Hunter! Oh … Oh, wow! Oh, my! Oh, my God!”

He flattens his tongue against my clit and inserts two fingers inside of me. I’m at his mercy. Hunter controls my body, my orgasms, and if I’m not careful, he’ll control my heart. The sobering realization, coupled with my mind-bending orgasm, springs tears from my eyes. And I break. But he puts me back together, sucking my arousal and finger-fucking me through my orgasm.

What scares me the most about my connection with Hunter is that it’s easy to become lost.

Lost in the pleasure.

Lost in my emotions.

Lost in him.

I wipe away my tears as Hunter climbs up the bed and lies down beside me. We face each other, sharing the same pillow.