Chapter 25
SAVANNAH
Iignore Hunter’s question and continue to shimmy the tight yet stretchy material up my beautiful double-digit waist.
“Savannah?” Hunter calls.
“I’m fine!” I snap, but it comes out exhausted from the struggle of getting dressed.
Hunter must hear how out of breath I am because he bursts through, concern etched into his face.
When he sees I’m not hurt, he freezes, unable to move. My own paralysis matches his.
Hunter stands there with pink cheeks, which I assume is from the cold outside. My leggings are halfway over my butt, and my boobs are completely bare. The little black dress was so tight that I decided to try it on without a bra.
Instant regret.
Thankfully, Hunter snaps out of it first and hurriedly closes the curtain. One of my hands flies from my waistband and crosses over my breasts, while the other tries to continue pulling up my leggings.
“Ever heard of knocking?” I ask sassily as I finish dressing my lower half.
“Can’t knock on fabric.” Hunter doesn’t avert his gaze. “What’s going on?”
With one arm holding up my breasts, I use my free hand to search for my bra and shirt. “I’m leaving. I’m not going to be just a number in the long line of women—”
Hunter grabs my upper arm and forces me to face him. “Long line of women? Where did you hear that?”
Yanking free, I step back and raise a brow. “People talk.”
Hunter’s jaw tightens. “By ‘people’ do you mean ‘gossipy retail employees’?”
Why do I feel like I’ve been caught red-handed? I did nothing wrong.
“Maybe.” My chin tips up slightly.
Hunter’s hands clench at his sides, and his eyes hold me in an unblinking stare.
Crap. This isn’t good.
“Fuck this,” he snaps, then advances on me in long, measured strides.
I stumble backward until I run out of space and hit the wall. Hunter grabs my wrists and wrenches them above my head and against the wall, exposing my breasts, but instead of looking his fill, he smashes his chest against mine.
The fury emanating from Hunter is intimidating, but I’m not afraid. In this moment, even when he’s angry, I know he won’t hurt me.
“Listen very closely, Heartbreaker, because I’m only going to say this once.” The growl in his voice is deep and gritty.
My chest rises and falls as I realize that I can feel every inch of him.
Every long, hard inch.
“I have never and will never be a man who gives a woman his whole world only to rip it away.”
I search his face, looking for the smallest waver in his conviction. “What’re you saying?”
“I’m saying that you’re more than just a name on a list. I won’t deny that I’ve been with other women before. Hunter drops his forehead to mine. “You’re everything to me—the air in my lungs and the blood in my veins. You’ve entwined my existence with yours. I can’t survive without you.”
Straining in Hunter’s hold, I reach for his mouth with my own. He reads what I’m trying to do and fulfills my request. He swallows down my whimpers as his tongue invades my mouth, tasting me.
I wrap my leg around his hip, pulling his body closer to me. His stiff bulge rubs against the apex of my thighs, and we moan together.
Untucking his shirt, I run my hands up his stomach, feeling each firm muscle there. He shudders and steps back. I whimper at the loss of contact, making him flash me a wicked smirk.
Hunter sheds his coat and removes his necktie. Then slowly, one button at a time, he undoes his shirt. I practically salivate at the sight. His hands drop to his pants, and those are gone in an instant, his rigid shaft springing free. I lean into the wall at my back for support.
This man literally makes me weak in the knees.
In just two strides he stands in front of me and drops to his knees, ridding me of the rest of my clothes.
He lifts one ankle, placing a gentle kiss on the inside, and he makes his way up with more kisses and licks.
I squirm, my core aching to be filled. When he reaches the curls at the juncture of my legs, he passes it by and goes to my other leg, giving it the same treatment from my ankle up, but he goes slower this time.
By the time he gets back to my sex, I’m a needy weeping mess.
“Hunter Reed,” I pant, attempting to sound firm, “I swear to God, if you don’t do something right now, I’ll kill you.”
Humor lights in his eyes. “You should know by now that I don’t respond well to threats, Heartbreaker.”
I’m too desperate to argue, so I switch tactics. “Please, Hunter.”
“That’s better,” he praises.
Hunter leans in torturously slow. When his breath reaches my core, I shudder.
He places my leg on his shoulder and licks my slit.
I release a pleased sigh, and he goes back in for more, moaning when he gets a better taste.
His tongue explores my pussy, and then I feel his fingers playing with my entrance.
My hand covers my mouth, muffling my sobs.
Hunter pulls back an inch. “Let them hear you, Heartbreaker. Let them know that you’re mine just as much as I’m yours.”
I nod, and Hunter goes back to my mound. I mewl and beg, causing Hunter to hum against my sex. The vibration shoots straight to my nub.
Hunter uses my arousal and drags his fingers from my entrance to my puckered hole. I tense for a moment, then relax into the sensation.
“Did Rory or Luke play with you back here yet?”
I frantically nod, needing more.
“Did they fuck your asshole, making you scream in pleasure?”
I shake my head, nervous but excited.
“Good. Next time, your ass is mine.”
He’s turning me into a sex-craved heap. I need his thick cock inside me. I need him to fill me up.
“Hunter, please,” I weep, “I need you.”
He rises to his feet, hooking a hand around each of my thighs and lifts me. My legs automatically wrap around his waist, perfectly lining his shaft with my pussy. My hips gyrate, trying to get closer, but he holds me firmly in place.
“Such a good girl, begging for my dick.”
He doesn’t ease into me. He doesn’t let me adjust. He hammers into my heat. He pistons his hips, driving his cock in and out of my hole.
It’s not just sex.
It’s a claim.
It’s possession.
“Tell me I can have this every day. Tell me I can come in this cunt whenever I want.”
“Yes. Every day,” I permit.
Hunter grunts out, “Play with your tits, Heartbreaker. Pinch your nipples. Make them stiff.”
My hands cup my breasts, and my thumbs scrape over my turgid peaks. I gasp with each swipe, driving my need.
Hunter slides one of his hands between our sweaty bodies and uses his fingers to rub my clit. His motions are what do me in.
I’m plunged into an explosion of fire where release encompasses my senses. Hunter slams his mouth on mine and kisses me through his own release.
When we both come down from the high, Hunter slides down to the floor. “You literally bring me to my knees, Savannah Foster.”
My smile reflects the joy in my soul.
I climb out of Hunter’s lap and search for my clothes, but Hunter beats me to it. He helps me into them and then dresses himself. He places a hand on my back to guide me, but I dig in my heels when I feel a gush between my thighs.
“Do you think they have tissues around her somewhere? I’m a mess,” I complain.
“I know,” Hunter says with self-satisfied glee.
“I can’t walk out there like this,” I argue, motioning to my crotch.
Hunter’s hand dives into my leggings, cupping my mound, and I freeze. “Consider it punishment for doubting my intentions.”
Indignance fills my features. “How was I supposed to know?”
Hunter glides two fingers through my folds, gathering our combined releases and pulls his hand free. He slips his middle finger into his mouth, savoring us and moaning.
My mouth gapes open.
That’s way too hot to be legal.
Then he takes his other digit and shoves it in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the pad of his finger, reveling in our unique taste.
“Can you taste how hard we came together?” He asks, and I nod my head, sucking his finger clean. He pops it out of my mouth and growls, “You should’ve known because something that tastes this amazing can’t be wrong.”
Hunter Reed’s deliciously dirty mouth is going to unravel me.
Resuming his lead, Hunter directs me out of the dressing room, and we run right into a red-faced Sabrina. She holds a folded shirt in her hands like she was bringing it for me to try on.
I know Hunter basically told me to be loud, but I didn’t think I was that loud.
I’m so horrified that I stand there unable to say a word.
Hunter doesn’t miss a beat. “We’re going home. Have the items sent to my penthouse. My wife seems to have tired herself out in the dressing room.”
If it’s possible, Sabrina’s rouge gets darker.
Hunter smirks, content with Sabrina’s inability to speak.
We leave the store and slip right into the limo.
I can’t believe I just had sex in public…
And I can’t believe that I loved it so much that I want to do it again.