Except that yes, I agreed to that arrangement and I totally have my dying brain cells to blame for it.
Hunter and I
don’t agree on anything.
Anything.
Except for the way his hands feel around my waist.
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Giving In to Love
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He’s my boss.
Okay, he’s my enemy at best.
A friend with benefits?
No.
Except that yes, I agreed to that arrangement and I totally have my dying brain cells to blame for it.
Hunter and I don’t agree on anything.
Anything.
Except for the way his hands feel around my waist.
Him and I both know that he’s got more than lust for me in his heart.
If he even has a heart.
I don’t know if he does.
But I do know that he has secrets.
Secrets and scandals that a person like me wouldn’t know how to deal with.
It’s all well and good until the skeletons are still hidden in his closet.
But what happens when they come out and the entire office finds them?
Prologue: Natalie
I studied myself in the ornate mirror of the lavish bathroom wondering how I got here. This hotel wasn't a rent by the hour kind of place, and yet that was about how long I'd be here once Hunter arrived.
I wasn't a prude nor was I too concerned that he was my boss. And yet somehow these clandestine encounters were beginning to unsettle me although I couldn't fully understand why. What started out as a fun affair was beginning to feel sordid. At the beginning, that wasn't something I was concerned about. In fact, the secret and naughty nature of it was probably part of the draw.
But recently, something had changed inside me, but I couldn't quite figure out what it was. Whatever was going on with me, clearly wasn't enough for me to put an end to our sexual rendezvous and I hadn’t I lost interest in having them because here I was primping as I waited for Hunter to arrive and fuck my brains out. Still, something was different and I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
A knock on the hotel room door brought me out of my head and into the present. I checked my soft lightly tinted lavender girls and made a final check of the sexy purple lingerie that I had bought just for this occasion. Deciding that I looked the part of a woman who wanted to be ravished, I padded barefoot to the hotel room door. I undid the lock and yanked the door open to see my paramour, Hunter Strong.
Hunter was the epitome of his name. His eyes held a predatory gleam as his gaze scanned down my body, over my breasts making my nipples harden all, the way down to my purple colored toenails, and back up again. His smile was wolfish when his gaze finally met mine again. Yes, he looked like a hunter. And then there was his last name; Strong. Hunter was tall, towering over me. He had broad shoulders and I knew from experience that he had strength and stamina.
I swung the door open and stepped aside giving him room to come into the space. He let out a low growl as his hand slid around low around my back and he tugged me hard against him. There would be no wine and roses or romance, no sweet words of seduction. No, we were here for one thing and one thing only; to give and get orgasms.