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He’s impressively aroused.

And a piece of metal catches the light.

“Uh, Hunter?”

I scoot to the edge of the bed to get a better look.

“Yeah.”

“You’re pierced.”

“I am.”

With just my fingertip, I touch the little ball of silver at the top of his cock, and he groans.

Suddenly, I’m on my back once more, and Hunter is kissing my neck while his hands roam all over me.

“You’re pierced.”

He chuckles. “Yes.”

“Why?”

He leans up to look down at me. “A few of us got them when I was young. I just kept it.”

Stunned, I cup his face, push his shoulder, and smile when he rolls onto his back, reversing our positions.

“I need to check this out.”

I kiss and lick my way down his torso, over abs that could be sculpted from marble, and kiss the very tip of him, right next to the metal.

“Fucking hell.”

He covers his face with his arm, his hands clenched.

I settle in to work him over. To make him as crazy as he made me on the plane earlier today.

Was that just today?

So much has happened since then, it feels like days ago.

His dick is warm, smooth, and hard as hell as I lick and suck him.

“Enough.”

He rears up, grabs my shoulders, and reverses our position again, pinning my hands above my head as he stares down at me, breathing hard.

“Fucking hell, you can’t just do that and expect me to keep my shit together.” He nips at my bottom lip. “I’m too damn hot for you.”

“That doesn’t hurt my feelings at all.” I push against his hands and love how strong he is. That he’s not even trying hard, and I’m totally at his will. “I have birth control covered.”

His eyes flare. “Are you sure? I’ll suit up.”

I just shake my head slowly, and with his eyes pinned to mine, I raise my legs high on his hips, feeling the tip of him nudge me.

He clenches his eyes shut for just a second.

“God, it’s gonna be snug.”

I bite my lip, and he gently pushes inside of me. I can feel those tiny metal balls gliding over my walls, and it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

And when he’s fully seated, he tips his forehead against mine, lets my arms go, and kisses me tenderly.

“Holy shit, Hunter.”

“Is that a good holy shit?”

“So good.” I gasp when he starts to move. “Jesus, who knew a little piece of metal could do so much?”

His grin is cocky as he picks up the pace. He keeps hitting just the right spot that sends shivers right through me, shooting electricity up my spine.

I clench around him. My toes curl, and every muscle in my body tightens as the climax moves through me.

“Shit,” he whispers. “Oh, God.”

He pushes once more and then pulses as he empties himself into me.

“Holy shit,” I murmur when my lips are no longer numb. My stomach growls, making us both laugh. “If I wasn’t hungry before, I’m starving now.”

He cups my face and kisses me softly, in that gentle way he does that makes the butterflies in my stomach sit up and take notice. He nibbles the side of my mouth, then nuzzles my nose.

“You’re amazing,” he whispers. “You do things to me that I never knew were possible.”

I sigh softly and rest my forehead against his. “Same goes, Mr. Meyers.” I kiss his chin. “Can we eat now?”

He grins as I slide off the bed and reach for his discarded shirt. I pull it on, rolling the sleeves, and buttoning just a couple of the fasteners.

“You think that shirt will keep you safe from me?” he asks.

“I hope not.”

It’s early when I wake up with Hunter snoring peacefully next to me. Dawn is barely starting to fill the sky above Los Angeles.

I check the time. It’s just past five.

Doesn’t surprise me.

I don’t sleep much. I never have. And with my crazy hours at the pub, it’s a good thing I don’t require a ton of sleep.

I don’t want to wake Hunter, so I slip out of the bed, grab some leggings and a T-shirt that I brought with me, and pile my laptop and phone in my arms as I sneak out of the bedroom soundlessly.

It’s too early to wake him. We had a busy night. Not just with the ESPYs, but also with several hours of sex afterward.

The man is almost superhuman.

I grin as I pull the T-shirt over my head and tug on the leggings. Before I open my computer and get to work, I order up some room service but ask them to knock lightly and not ring the bell.

My body hurts in places I forgot I had. Muscles are sore, joints tender.

Yes, we had fun last night.

I set my laptop on the end of the dining room table. In fact, this is a lovely workspace with the same gorgeous view as the bedroom and plenty of space to spread out.


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