CHAPTER 29
Diamonds & Champagne Kisses
Gabriela
Just as I glanced over my shoulder to see if he’d obey my breathy command, Hunter began licking the trail of champagne beading down my back with his tongue, tasting my skin all the way up to my nape.
Then, with a simple tug of his teeth, he unravelled the tie holding up my dress, letting the front of it fall down to my waist.
I shivered as my pebbled nipples were exposed to the cool air in the office.
Hunter whispered against my lips, “I know where you should get your tattoo.”
“Where?” I replied, extremely turned on.
“Right here.” His fingers glided down my spine. “It would look so sexy on you.”
I trembled under his touch. “If I go to the tattoo parlour, will you come with me?”
He spun me around so we were face-to-face again. “I’ll definitely come.” The double meaning didn’t go unheard by me. Hunter tipped up my chin with a finger. “Have I been a good boy tonight?”
“Yes.”
“Can I collect my prize now?”
I nodded, biting my lip.
Hunter pushed the dress down my hips until the shimmery fabric pooled at our feet and I was left in nothing but my jewelry, thong, and high heels.
“Gabriela.” He ran a hand over his open mouth, captivated by me. “You are a goddess.”
I’d never forget the way Hunter looked tonight with his heart on his sleeve, his blue gaze alight with emotions, and his naked muscles bathed in the moonlight.
He beheld me like I was the personification of a holy grail.
I cupped his face. “Which one do I remind you of?”
I remembered Hunter telling me he had the tendency to associate mythological characters with the real people in his life growing up.
“Nike,” he rasped. “The goddess of victory. She was worshipped by those who wanted to win any war, any competition.” He leaned forward to press a kiss over my beating heart. “Often, she was depicted with wings and a gold wreath.”
“Why her?” I thumbed his cheeks as something soft unfurled in my chest at the thought of him referring to me as a goddess who personified triumph.
“For one, I imagine her winged self to be swift and hard to catch, similar to you.” The slow curling smile on Hunter’s lips melted me further.
“I’ve been secretly trying to grab your attention for over a year now, to no avail.
You’re an elusive target.” A blush glazed my face and Hunter kissed my cheeks, tasting the warmth with a pleased sound resounding in his throat.
“And from the moment we crossed paths again on that moonlit night, you’ve turned this desolate man infinitely victorious.
Did you know I haven’t lost a single game since you entered my life?
” His mouth danced over my jaw, dropping more kisses as I shook my head, shocked.
“You want to know why, doll?” Kiss. “It’s because I worship you like a religion.
” Kiss. “You’re the sweetest victory I’ve ever known.
” Kiss. “You’re my treasured obsession, Gabriela.
One I’ll continue to show my devotion to until I die. ”
My eyes closed on a sigh, never having heard such a devout, honest, and romantic statement.
Hunter had destroyed me. One kiss, one touch, one word at a time.
Butterflies swarmed in my stomach and arousal seeped between my thighs, pooling in my thong.
The room drummed with sensual potency and before I knew it, I found myself begging, “Then show me how you worship, mio principe.”
Hunter’s manicured stubble grazed my skin as he feathered kisses down my neck with a barely contained groan. “Fuck, there are so many things I want do—and say—to you that are downright immoral, but I shouldn’t…”
“I want to hear these things.”
“Too disrespectful. I’m a good boy, remember?”
I almost chuckled at him playing the good boy card. “You’re not capable of disrespecting a woman, Hunter.”
“Outside of the bedroom?” He tucked two fingers on either side of my thong and dragged the lace down my legs, letting it fall at our feet alongside my dress.
“No.” He gazed at my bare pussy as though it were a succulent meal, his jaw flexing.
“Behind closed doors? If she was into it…Well, that’s another story. ”
“You know I’m into it, Hunt.” The light degradation combined with his praise just did it for me. “So let’s hear it.”
“You looked beautiful in that expensive dress, baby,” he started with a tone that was pure honeyed sin, pressing his forehead to mine. “Like a hot little slut who’ll bend over for the right price and let me eat her tight cunt until my face is drenched in cum.”
Oh. My. God.
I sucked in a sharp breath.
“But you’re even more beautiful naked, wearing a diamond necklace that looks more like a leash than anything else.
” His tongue licked along my seam, parting my lips.
He didn’t kiss me, though. Simply poured the onslaught of dirtiness straight into my mouth.
“Bet you’d let me tug on it while I disrespected the fuck out of that mouth with my cock.
” He seized the end of my necklace and tugged.
“I’d even hand you my black card before we started…
as an apology for inevitably spilling my cum all over that gorgeous face, doll. ”
My eyes widened in awed disbelief, a craving for the exact thing he described building in my core. Now all I could imagine was me on my knees and him looming above me, face-fucking me like a handsome, filthy prince demanding his due.
While I hadn’t worn the necklace with that intention, I was ready for him to use me any way he deemed fit.
Taking my stunned silence as encouragement to keep going, Hunter picked up the champagne.
I didn’t anticipate his next move.
Hunter slowly dragged the head of the expensive bottle over my wet slit to collect my arousal.
“And you’ve got the prettiest pussy, don’t you?
Too soaked and too empty for its own good.
” The glass rim rubbed back and forth over my pussy like a tease, a foreign sensation that kept me frozen under a coat of lust so thick, it nearly suffocated me with need.
“I want to fill you up.” Gingerly, he thrust an inch of the bottle neck into my opening.
“Do you want me to give you something to ride or do you want to choke on my cock, princess?”
I’d momentarily lost the ability to form a coherent sentence, gasping in lieu of giving him my reply when he thrust another inch inside of my pussy.
And Hunter ate the sound with a racy kiss, my fingers curling into his broad shoulders.
I couldn’t believe he’d done that. Couldn’t believe he was still doing it, inserting a third inch in my tight hole.
Couldn’t believe how much I was loving it, my hips shamelessly bucking.
“H-Hunter,” I finally chastised, my voice shaky but playful.
“N-none of that was very gentlemanly of you.”
He withdrew the champagne bottle while I nearly cried out at the loss and brought it between us, evaluating the glistening mess coating its neck.
His devilish tongue snaked out to lick at my juices before he took a sip of the expensive liquor, keeping his lusty stare fixed on me.
“Wearing a dress that messes with my sanity and rubbing your ass all over my dick during a game of darts isn’t very ladylike of you either,” he said with an arrogant but seductive grin.
“Nor is stripping down to your birthday suit in a locked office with the man who’s dying to fuck you.
Act like a bad girl and you’ll get treated like one, Gabriela. ”
God, I wanted Hunter to treat me like a bad girl. “What’s stopping you?”
Smirking, he fisted the hair at my nape and craned my head back. “I asked you a question. Decide, sweetheart, before I make the decision for you.”
After a sexually charged beat, I whispered, “Both.”
Hunter’s blue eyes flared and he jerked slightly, excitement winding through the lines of his body.
The hold around my hair loosened as I began kissing my way down his muscular frame, worshipping every inch I could reach like he was my religion, making sure to flick his nipple piercing just to hear that rough moan of his that I loved so much.
My goodness, he was decadent. Comfort and sin wrapped around my senses. All at once.
Before I could come to a knee in front of him, Hunter haphazardly threw his dress shirt down so my bare knees didn’t touch the floor.
“Have you been dreaming of this?” I undid his belt buckle, lowered his zipper—the sound magnified in the quiet room—and reached into his black boxer briefs to take out his cock.
It was hot, veiny, long, and so thick in my palm.
I fisted him from root to tip slowly, marvelling at its sheer magnificence.
“Yes.” Hunter groaned gutturally. My clit pulsed.
I could feel my arousal trickling down my inner thigh.
Widening his legs, he perched back against the edge of the desk and gripped it on either side, his knuckles turning white from exertion.
“Haven’t stopped thinking about it since you first took me in your mouth, Gabby. ”
“Me neither, bello.” My tongue lolled out to lick along his balls and the underside of his cock, smiling at his reaction—the curses and groans escaping him—before lapping at the pearly drop on his plump head.
To me, his taste and scent were sublime.
And though I’d only sucked him off once, I knew I wanted to do it again not only for him but because bringing him pleasure also brought me pleasure.
“You’re the biggest I’ve ever seen and I love that I have you all to myself. ”
His hand enclosed around the end of my necklace, gently yanking at the diamonds like a rein. “D-didn’t realize I was signing up for such a greedy girlfriend.”
Girlfriend. My heart soared as our gazes clashed. Hunter slipped up, but he wasn’t taking it back, based on the hard set of his jaw. He meant it. The title was mine to take. We hadn’t spoken about official labels yet, but this moment cemented what we were to one another.