“But…” I glance back in the direction Caleb went.
Hunter turns my face back to look up at him. “It’s not a big deal, Riley. We’ll need to eat something, anyway.”
Unable to entirely banish my anxiety, I tell Hunter, “I just don’t trust him.”
“You don’t have to trust him. That guy looks out for his own best interests, and it’s in his best interest to keep his mouth shut. It gives him leverage. A guy like that knows that a secret is much more valuable when it’s kept. Trust me, Riley. He’s not going to say anything.”
I’m less confident about it than he is, but I suppose I am the worrier between us.
If Hunter thinks there’s nothing to worry about, he’s probably right.
Chapter Sixty Five
Hunter
After a long night of dancing with Riley and socializing with the New York elite, I’m more than ready to head back to the hotel.
We’re staying so close to the club, we walk. It’s actually much faster. I only brought her here in the limo earlier because I thought it would add to the experience and I wanted to take her around the city first.
Now all I want to do is get her clothes off her and watch the look of rapture on her face as she comes for me.
The door clicks shut. Out room is dark, lit only by the city lights shining in through the window. I don’t bother turning on the lights. Once I’m done fucking her, we’ll want to go to sleep, and I don’t feel like getting back up to turn a light off.
I take off my coat first, then I peel off Riley’s, kissing the exposed skin of her shoulder as I do.
It was cold outside, but her skin is warm beneath the heavy coat. I’m glad I bought it for her. She balked a bit, both because of the fur and the price tag, but all I had to do was remind her of my trump card and she had to let me buy it for her.
She steps out of her heels and kicks them aside. I encircle her waist with one arm, tugging her against me and burying my face in her neck.
Her arm drifts behind my head. She starts to play with my hair as I kiss her neck and reach for the zipper of her dress.
Wordlessly, I take off her pretty gown and lay it across the upholstered bench at the foot of the bed.
“I should probably hang that up so it doesn’t wrinkle,” Riley remarks.
“We’ll get it cleaned when we get home,” I assure her.
She’s down to her black strapless bra and matching lace panties now. I unhook the bra and catch her tits in my hands, palming them and pulling her closer to my body.
Riley sighs with pleasure, her eyes drifting closed.
I let go and slide my hands down her torso, hooking my fingers into the scanty black lace. I’m just about to push them down, but I reconsider, leaving them for a moment longer so I can cup the globes of her ass in my hands, squeezing and caressing her smooth flesh with the lace still on her skin.
I slide a hand around her front, pushing my fingers down the front of her panties so I can cup her pussy inside the fabric. Riley moans softly, letting her head fall back against my shoulder.
God, I love her.
I kiss her shoulder softly as I push a finger into her. She’s slick already, and that makes me smile. I play with her clit for a minute, but I don’t mess around for long. Before I get her too worked up, I pull my hand out of her panties and push them down.
Riley steps out of them and turns around to face me.
In no mood to waste time, I shove her back onto the bed. Since I was being so tender with her, she wasn’t ready for it. She lands with a gasp, grabbing at the mattress and scooting back to make room for me.
Before she makes it far, I drag her back to the edge, drop to my knees on the floor, and pry her legs apart.
She sinks back against the mattress. She’s still a little shy about me looking at her pussy, so she starts to fight me.
My firm grip on the soft flesh of her thighs reminds her to behave.
Her muscles relent and she lets me spread her legs as wide as I want them so I can look at her needy pussy on display for me.
Beautiful.
I lean in, darting my tongue out and tasting her. The soft sound of her moan heats my blood even more. Slowly, I work my way up to devouring her with unrelenting greed.
I love eating Riley’s pussy. I love every jerk of her muscles, every sound that emanates from her throat. I love the way she grabs my hair and holds on for dear life right when she’s about to come.